Zoey was flagging. Her throat couldn't conjure anymore sound, and her face was a soiled by tears and contortions. Quentin had set out to find her breaking point and he surely had; she was past the point of feeling pain nor fear terribly much, and to push her further would only make it harder to bring her back. He did *want* her back.<br/><br/>He was still quick in his motions, and urgent too. His excitement hadn't dropped. Indeed it hadn't even peaked just yet. He tossed the lash to one side and released Zoey who, by virtue of the way she was hanging, swung back around to face him. He moved up against her, crushing into her body as his hands went up to help untangle the mess of fabric holding her aloof; one arm caught her when the bindings gave, and eased her down. He placed her on her feet, but when she crumpled he made sure it was back, and onto the bed; he followed.<br/><br/>On his knees he walked up over her, moving slowly for the first time and letting his rands rub everywhere. They started at her thighs, and lingered a moment at her sex; rubbing into the excited lips to witness her reaction. He collected her hips and continued to move, dragging her uncerimoniously higher onto the bed. Finally he stepped off to her to the right, and rolled her onto his left; the hand not responsible then gripped her backside and gave it a firm knead. It might have been nothing were she not so sore.<br/><br/>A slight push saw her forced more permenantly onto her side, and Quentin dropped down behind her. There he fumbled with his leggings til they peeled apart, and his over-eager prick sprung out to nudge against Zoey's backside. Eager to give her some hope he leaned into her back, his chest rubbing against it til his mouth was by her ear. "This is the last of it, Zoey. When your Master's cream is oozing back out of your rump, you are done, and you can sleep."<br/><br/>His cock surged forward, even as he reassured her she'd done "very well", presumably at being his puppet. He drove deep into her tight and sore ass in one swift motion that was nontheless the slowest of all those that followed. There was no consideration left for her sore rear, nor for letting her get used to it; as soon as he was inside he was fucking earnestly at her and grunting out all the sounds that told her that he, at least, was enjoying it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>