He did smile that slightly-softer smile at her positioning, and though he tried his utmost to pick fault with it and try to correct her, she'd adopted the stance rather well. It was enough for him to show his more accepting side; though not enough to stop him fucking her face, either. Still, before he drove himself into her he stroked down her face, following the curve of her jaw with his fingers and feeding his thumb into her mouth in something approaching a lovers caress, but that undoubtedly was for the simple thrill of watching her. "Good girl, you sit like that perfectly. For being so very good, I'll go easy on your practice session, okay?" His hand kept stroking at her fondly. "Instead of leaving you bound in position taking anyone who comes past, I'm going to let you wander around, pick any men you like from my staff, and suck -their- cocks, instead." He leaned forward a little conspiratorially. "The cooking staff are particularly handsome, and keep themselves very well."<br/><br/>"Now then!" His hand slipped from her face, and instead took up a grip on the back of her head. His fingers curled around her skull, gripping it tightly and giving her nowhere to move to. Once her mouth was open and inviting again, he slipped his erection back into the warm squeeze of her mouth. This time he didn't wait for her to push forward and accommodate him, but rather he pulled her head toward his forward-pushing hips to make *sure* she had the majority of his prick resting against the back of her throat, and even pressing a little way down it. Quentin could feel good whether she liked it or not, though he understood this was far worse from her point of view. His hips settled into a soft rotation, but it was his hand that did the worst of it; dragging her forward til the head of his cock met unpassable resistance. She'd be given a momentary reprieve as he slipped back a little, but then he was surging forward again to test the very limits of her mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>