When Zoey's head was finally jerked from his cock she was gasping hoarsely and coughing, still fighting down the last remnants of his release. Her chest rose and fell, partly because she was desperate for air and partly because one hand still worked between her legs. Her bleary eyes focused on him and she felt a sense of pride that he was taking a moment to recover from her efforts as well. The smile forming on her lips falter though when he unceremoniously wiped the mess of his cock on her cheek.<br/><br/>The words made her blush in shame, again because they were true. She had given herself to him then. There had been no force, only an eager obedience. Even now, the feel of his hand petting her head made her moan. She blushed at the way he said that she had done well. It was odd that it mattered but she could not stop herself from feeling that it did.  She hissed when he grabbed his usual firm hold of her hair again.<br/><br/>Zoey squirmed, trying to keep up with his brisk pace as she stumbled down the hall. She blushed more with each pair of eyes that saw her with her vest opened and her pants clinging around her mid thigh. She found it odd to see the worry in their eyes. The idle thought was were they only now becoming worried, or was it just that before she could not look them in the eyes? The way her pants were pulled down slightly and the way the waistband dug into her flesh made her whimper as it tormented the firm, but aching, flesh of her ass. Her knees hit the floor rather gracelessly when he shoved her down and pushed her face to the floor. She did not move of course, just staying there with her bruised bottom up in the air.<br/><br/>She could not see what he was doing but the sounds led her to believe that he was stripping. Her pulse pounded and she felt nervous. Was her going to take her again so soon? Her breathing became faster and faster as the moments drug on. The sound of him coming back made her tense and she squealed when he tugged her to her feet. Before she knew it he was manhandling her aching body, adjusting her into a position he favored.<br/><br/>She was already panting when he had her positioned to his liking and she heard his command and she almost broke down into tears. The position was already straining her tired leg muscles after only moments. This was another test that she was not meant to succeed at. There was simply no way. She could feel him pull away and she wanted badly to see what he was doing. She heard him rummage around before coming back and kneeling down. She did not know what he was doing until he took a grip on her ravaged ass and pulled himself up. In the same process he pulled her down and her heels contacted the point on the cufflinks.<br/><br/>Instantly Zoey was fighting back sobs. She felt fear grip her. It was not a question of would she fail, that was already the outcome. She wondered what her punishment would be. He was not even in bed yet and already her legs were shaking. Her lean soft body, while appropriately toned, was not built for endurance. She doubted that she could last long enough for him to even fall asleep. The worst of it was her ass. The throbbing intensified with every second she had to hold and with it already hurting so badly, she knew that her ability to obey this command would be measured in minutes, not hours.<br/><br/>Another bout of muted sobbing shook her. She did her best to obey and be silent, but she could not help herself. It was so unfair that she had really tried and her reward was an unwinnable task.<span style="color: indigo">"Y-yes Master," </span>She sniffled piteously<span style="color: indigo">",I understand." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>