The man pulled the wooden prick from between her nethers, letting it glisten and gleam clear in the air. Her wetness dripped from it, hanging into a long tendril of viscous mess that fell rope like into the air for a moment, before snapping and falling to make a small, dark spot on the floor. The paddle shifted away, too, so that the only thing touching Zoey was the floor on the balls of her feet and the ledge supporting her upper half. Her snatch oozed, mess spilling from her cunt onto her thighs and showing Quentin explicit detail of her excitement. He grinned and - despite offering her no pressure to tip her over the edge - his keen voice rang out with the singular word that would act as his demand. "Cum." She could feel his eyes bearing into her, studying her body and whether it would tip over with only his command as encouragement.<br/><br/>He was learning to read her, and he enjoyed what he was learning about her barely-hidden lewd, desperate side. She enjoyed it more than she would yet say - he wondered if there were many more young repressed noble girls just waiting to be exploited this way! - and he was most eager to bring that to the fore. The idea of her begging and pleading warmed him; a base and desperate girl to command as much as he desired. In this moment he could see it... Even muted her body exuded signs of sexual, potent pleasure. It made him resolve to push her past her very limit; to run her into the ground with his toys.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>