When Quentin's strong hands slid down her back to lightly knead her bruised backside, it took much of her already strained willpower to not moan. Despite the ache she still felt in her backside it felt remarkably good. Her eyes squeezed shut as she wrestled against the sudden need to push her ass more firmly into his hands. The next second, he was kissing her passionately, aggressive and strong as he always was. The second she began to relax into it, he pulled away, leaving her pouting cutely. Despite her station as a slave, a victim of this cruel man, she could not deny the sadness she felt when his lips left hers.<br/><br/>The pout worsened when he pushed her away, leaving her kneeling up, straddling his lap. She felt fear that he would not approve of the job she had done of her punishment and she hung her head a little. She wanted to badly to live up to his expectations but anytime she seemed close to achieving that, he seemed to simply change his expectations. She nodded, saying a soft<span style="color: indigo">"yes Master"</span>when he told her to make sure next time to get more on her nipples. She prayed silently that there was no next time. Her skin was sensitive under the wax and she blushed as he picked at it with a remarkable care, as though he did not want to risk hurting her.<br/><br/>Again, she listened in silence to his demands, nodding that she understood. Again she voiced her understanding and them she kissed him again before pulling away and pushing her out of him lap. She slipped from the bed and moved to the bathroom, her grace muted by the tender steps she took due to her wounded feet. After she had started running the bath, she began to gingerly peel the wax from the delicate skin of her chest. The skin beneath was a pretty shade of pink as though she were blushing. She waited for the tub to fill and stopped the water before it overflowed. She checked to make sure it was not too hot and poked her head back into the bedroom.<span style="color: indigo"> "Your bath is ready my Master." </span>She informed him, pausing briefly to admire his naked form.<br/><br/>She shook her head, chastising herself briefly as she moved quickly down the hall. The former noble tugged at her hair again, tucking the stray strands behind her ear as she walked. Again she prayed, this time that the kitchen staff caused her no trouble. She had no doubt that they held a grudge after their punishment but hoped that they would think better than to risk their master's ire a second time in as many days. Stepping into the kitchen, she bit her lip.<span style="color: indigo"> "The Master would like for me to bring him his breakfast."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>