"That's a good girl... " He murmered, as though congratulating a favoured pet dog on sitting on command. In some ways he was; few nobles could be trained to act so lewdly so easily, and in his own perverse way he was proud of her. His eyes switched between clamping shut so that he might focus on the *feel* of her cheeks rubbing either side of his erection, and snapping open to see her neatly perched on the floor with her eyes upturned and her lips circling him. One hand settled onto her head as it so often did, rubbing her hair and stretching his fingers down to get a grip on the back of her skull.<br/><br/>For several long moments this kind of pleasure was enough for him. He groaned lightly and forgot himself in favour of simply standing there, with Zoey tending to him. But Quentin was rarely a man of inaction for long and the better she made him feel, the more he wanted.<br/><br/>A second hand fell to her head, and they slid to either side to grab her. With this new handhold his hips started to roll, and every time she pushed her head down on him and let him sink against the back of her throat, he greedily stole another inch by pulling her tight til her nose was buried into his abdomen. That meant too much in her throat for her to hold it long so he relented swiftly each time, but it was only ever a temporary reprieve. Even as he pushed her he was demanding more from her: "Good girl... Deeper though. You can take more than that, gag it down for me... " and, as his pleasure swelled, so too the primal, carnal language flowed. "More! Gulp the whole thing down, you glorious little slut; choke yourself with my cock."<br/><br/>He fell further yet and his encouragements grew past one milestone and towards the next. He was no longer just claiming an extra half inch; he was hauling her head back and forth faster than was comfortable, and each time his cock pounded the back of her mouth. "Like this!" He insisted, losing all vestiges of being a proper nobleman in lieu of simply, ferally fucking her face. "*This* is how you suck cock, *this* is what you will learn if you want to remain my whore."<br/><br/>His words started to be separated by his thrusts. "This" - he thrust into the back of her head, and started to withdraw - "is" - another bump at her throat - "what" - again, more powerful still - "you're" - his voice was faltering! "For!" He concluded, in perfect unison with the beginning of his orgasm. Cum surged forth, flowing down her throat and filling her mouth too. She recognised his taste all too well by now, but regardless the quantity he could spray into her was always unpredictable. He pulled free before he was done to make an equivalent mess of her face, and the bare skin of her partially-revealed tits.<br/><br/>Finally he loosed her, and swayed a little unsurely as he regained himself and steadied his muscles. He grinned down at her with satisfaction, while his wet cock stirred back towards life. "Thank you, Sir?" He said, for her to repeat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>