Quentin could watch her panic rising as he silently pondered her explanation. After only a few seconds he could see her posture, usually perfect and upright, slouch and curl in on itself as if to present a smaller target for whatever punishment she thought she had just earned. Small tremors ran through her as the silence stretched even more. Finally he spoke and she sagged in relief.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes, my Lord. i will see to it right after you have seen to your needs."</span>She almost succeeded in hiding her fear of that situation as well, but he noticed the way her plush lips compressed and eyes pointedly looked away from him. Even with her apprehension and before that his looming threat her obedient fingers had never ceased in preparing herself for him.<br/><br/>She watched as he selected his attire for the day and just as he was watching her in the mirror, she could see him come to full hardness. A small part of her was pleased that he had such a physical reaction to her but mostly she was afraid of that weapon of his. She could not keep the look of fear from her pretty face when he moved back to the bed. At his order, she scurried to the edge of the bed and wiggled her ass. It was clear from her motions that she was naturally graceful but it was very evident she was not one that was used to using her body to entice a man. Her hands already curled into the blanket taking a tight grip as she awaited her Master's second assault on her still very tender opening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>