He settled back, leaning into the side of the bath and letting his eyes close. He might have a pressing appointment, but he was still prone to enjoying the warm water, cleaning soaps, and press of her full, soft tits. That she was blushing was adorable, but she'd grow accustomed to it in time. It was how it always went; they lost their sweetness and cute naivity, somewhere on the path to become a sexual goddess. -His- sexual goddess. They required less punishment in time, too... It was, then, not such a surprise that he'd sold all his old slaves when they got to this rather boring point. Zoey had a good couple of years in her yet, mind, and there were countless new experiences on the horizon for her. From behind his lidded eyes he could sit, and dream about what to do with his new acquisition.<br/><br/>The thoughts were dark and cruel, as well as utterly sexy. He felt a swelling in his cock, and quickly had to open his eyes and push such things to the back of his mind. He might have time to wash, but he'd rather not have to spend his time fucking her just now. Maybe he'd just taunt and tease her, instead... Hardly fitting considering her adequate attempts to clean him, but what -else- was the most spoiled of lords to do when having himself idly washed? He leaned forward to give her his back.<br/><br/>"Go on, whore... Say something. tell me what you're thinking." He sounded a little more reasonable than usual, but mostly because he was bored and had little time to abuse her. That and his plans for the evening would see her firmly put in place anyway. "If I wanted you to be mute I'd have gagged you, so speak up already."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>