Zoey wheezed softly with his hand gripping her neck loosely enough that she could breathe without much difficulty but tightly enough that she knew at a whim he could choke the life from her. Ragged sounds erupted randomly from her throat while his shaft stretched and filled her roughly. There was no way to tell what it was that the sounds were. Pain certainly, the grimace contorting her pretty face and the tears he watched pour from her pretty eyes told him that as he caught her reflection in the mirror but there was something else. It was barely there, but the way her body twitched back onto his impaling cock and the way her nethers rippled around him were the first indication that his little slave might be enjoying herself.<br/><br/>For her part, she was consumed by shame as she felt the last of her resistance beginning to fade. His massive tool drove in over and over at a pace that took her breath away and made her cry out helplessly in surrender to the hard thrusts of him. There was something about the primal way his hands just took hold of her and took from her what was his by virtue of his power that spoke to some dark, repressed thing inside of her. She shook her head, oblivious to his grasp, trying to deny the heat coiling insidiously in the pit of her stomach. She just had to hold on until he finished with her, then she could rest even if only for a moment. If she could not hold on, he would break her and she would squeal like a whore as he speared her over and over. She whimpered at the thought of being brought so low.<br/><br/>the image of her writhing wantonly under him as he continued thrusting deep into her would not be banished as her other lewd thoughts had and when his grip tightened, she felt an even greater concern. Spots danced in front of her eyes and her breath rasped in her throat. She could not focus, she felt lost in a fog. While her mind struggled her body surrendered. More and more it began to rock into his thrusts, giving in to forbidden urges and even though she cried, it was with a moan on her lips. Zoey was on the verge of being truly lost to the pleasure and pain Quentin forced her to experience while he held her painfully arched, moving her body with every stab into her wet, welcoming opening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>