Quentin slid his fingers along the edges of her back, following the line of her body til it curved down into the meatier weight of her backside. His fingers stretched across this while his palms rested to either side, kneading at her so that he could revel in the simple feel of it. For all of Zoey's flaws (many of which might exist in Quentin's perception alone) she was a very fine physical specimen, he thought quietly.<br/><br/>His head rose up to claim her lips, each time pushing aggressively onto them and using his own mouth to ensure that he was controlling the kiss, which he broke as soon as Zoey found herself able to relax even a little. Like the hands on her rear, this was a kiss entirely so that Quentin could enjoy her soft mouth, and enforce his control over her. Another, similar assault followed close behind, after which he nudged her away from his chest.<br/><br/>"Then you know how to act today, I hope, if you want to earn yourself a proper nights sleep. Sit up, let's see that you've done it properly." Once she was kneeling upright, still straddling his lap, his eyes roamed across her and the solidified, waxy river that coated primarily the inside of her cleavage; as well as over the tits to either side, of course.<br/><br/>There was little to say. She'd done as he asked, even sacrificing half a nights sleep in the process. She would be tired later. "Good. We'll consider yesterday's moment of disobedience repaid, but next time try to get more of it to fall across your nipples." He put his hand on her stomach and picked at the wax, which flaked off easily to reveal slightly pinkened skin. "Take the rest of this wax off, then go run us a bath and fetch me breakfast to have in it. You'll feed me, fuck me and wash the both of us. Understood?" He waited for her to agree, demanded she kiss him once more, then pushed her away dismissively to go about her business.<br/><br/>With Zoey gone and the sound of the bath filling in the next room, Quentin took a few minutes to check his diary for his days plan, and collect suitable clothing to carry over one arm to the slowly filling tub.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>