It became obvious to her very quickly that Quentin was indeed enjoying making her gag hard on him. He kept forcing her down hard; each thrust not stopping until she gagged. The feeling of saliva leaking out around his girth made her feel even more humiliated. The wet sounds coming from between her lips were degrading and, to her intense shame, arousing. Her body was learning to enjoy the times when Quentin was not abusing her and this seemed to qualify. Her pretty eyes were watering profusely and only worsening with each harsh gag. She looked defeated and pitiful yet somehow still gorgeous.<br/><br/>Those watering eyes rolled to look up at him when he gently brushed her hair back. He was still forcing her head up and down in his lap while talking about what a fool her father was. Zoey could only not to his question and hope that it was not a trick. She did hope that he would show her gratitude. She had killed a useless business partner and eliminated her own father as a rival. She hoped that she would get the slightest modicum of favour from him. She simply looked up at him, with her mouth and throat stretched around him, waiting for whatever he did next. That was what scared her the most. He was unpredictable and she never knew what would come next.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>