"Good girl. Open wide, show me each time you swallow that all that lovely cum is gone." Quentin moved his hand to stroke over her skull, pushing her hair back wherever he went to make sure he had a good, clear view of her obediently lapping tongue and the shimmering eyes associated with it, as well as the inside of her mouth when she occasionally opened wide to show her pink tongue, mostly clear of any of his mess. His hand moved softly, and for a rather welcome change he was smiling down to her.<br/><br/>Quentin was true to his word, and in a perverse way he was rather fond of his new toy, so he was being honest in offering her rewards. He had little to gain from beating her, and there were other ways for him to enjoy himself that didn't diminish her reason to behave and do as she was told. So, as long as she remembered her place, he saw no reason not to be kind for however long it lasted before it conflicted with his own interests.<br/><br/>"You have come a long way... From spoilt brat to obedient, even halfway competent pet. I hope you continue the trend, my dear little slave, and we shall get along, you and I. But now... What shall we do with you, hmm? What is a suitable reward... What is both a reward, and yet befitting of your rather unique station in life? ... What would -you- like?" The only question that wasn't a question was the last, and that came as an almost afterthought, like he hadn't really planned to ask. He probably hadn't. It was also rather out of character, but at the same time he -was- in a good mood, and as Zoey was starting to learn his good moods made him a more generous, forgiving and pleasant man than the cold, hard fellow she was perhaps more used to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>