Zoey opened her mouth to ask a question of Quentin but thought better than to ruin the closest thing to a peaceful moment that she had since arriving in his home. She bit her lip and watched him sleep, shocked with how handsome and peaceful he looked as he slept. She sighed softly, sniffling to hold back her tears. Instead she lay down, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder and closing her eyes. Even though she dreaded what tomorrow would bring, she reasoned that it could not be worse than murder. Despite the thoughts rolling around in her head she was asleep in minutes, the stress of the day and the exhaustion quickly catching up to her.<br/><br/>She woke up with a start and her eyes went wide. She was terrified that she had overslept and that Quentin would punish her. She looked down to still see him sleeping. Her eyes looked to him and the question that she had wanted to ask what he wanted her to do. She had been given two commands: to ready herself for his cock and to get a wooden cock for her punishment. What did she do. Both of the commands were for her Master's pleasure but she decided that he would prefer to use her first before punishing her with the toy.<br/><br/>Reluctantly she spread her legs slowly and her hand slid down between her aching legs to her bruise mound. Her body shivered when her fingers slid over the reddened flesh and she gently eased a fingr in. THe insides were still raw and tender from the harsh use it had received the night before. She bit her lip when, to her surprise it started to feel rather enjoyable. She squirmed, wanting to stop this lewd behavior, but knowing that if he woke and she were not ready that she would only be compounding her punishment. So she kept it up, biting her lip harder as she gently teased herself. She had to force herself to slow down. This was not about her feeling good, only about being wet enough that she could adequately service her Master.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>