When Quentin was finished it was done with a pounding heart and quivering muscles. Every part of him had been devoted to pouring cum down her throat and, once she'd finished it all, that left every limb, organ and muscle to slowly work out what to do with her.<br/><br/>The core of him worked it out first and he visibly relaxed, loosing all the tension that had gripped him. His hand was next and he pulled her head back off him, though he didn't release her and instead held her in place to eye his limp, sticky cock. His heart was still trying to slow down, his lungs were working in overdrive and even his dick was still stirring unsurely, but sentience returned, bringing with it a keen, welcome realisation of the situation. One hand caught his cock, which was still swollen though not nearly so rigid, and slapped its wet mass across into her cheek, leaving a smear of the part-cum, part-saliva mess on her skin.<br/><br/>"Weren't you eager, little slut? It is good to finally see you taking your place." The hand in her hair rubbed fondly at her skull momentarily before regripping her thick hair again. "Do that well again tonight and I'll see you collared and sworn to me in the morning. Come."<br/><br/>His hand gave a firm initial yank to make her lurch into motion. He lead her unceremoniously out of the room, up the stairs and across the landing to his bedroom. The eyes of several other servants watched her on her trip, wide-eyed with fear for her wellbeing (though none would ever speak out against their master, of course.) Once they crossed the threshold into his room he pushed her towards the ground. He was not being rough with the intent of causing pain, but he moved with an insistency that refused to be ignored.<br/><br/>It was not terribly late in the evening, but it was late *enough* that Quentin sought only his bed, even if he might read there a while. Zoey, for the time being, was surplus to requirements... But that didn't mean he wasn't going to toy with her. He set to work removing what was left of his clothes while running over all that he might do with her in his mind. His smirk reflected in the mirror, which he was using to watch her abandoned form while he washed his face and beneath his arms with splashes of warm water, provided by a great mechanical boiler in the depths of the building.<br/><br/>Finally he returned to her, only to reseal his grip on the familiar handhold he'd made of her hair. He surveyed the walls for a moment, then hauled her around the bed and walked her face first into one.<br/><br/>"Put your forearms against the wall, there, and thrust your backside out." His hands helped guide her into the position, encouraging her to contort uncomfortably to make an overstated characiture of the position. "I tend to sleep on my left, and I would have a view of your wanting cunt if I awake. You will stand on your tiptoes, and you will neither move nor make any noise til morning. If you do well then tomorrow will see you collared, and cumming often." Once she was positioned to his satisfaction he reached round to cup and weigh her tits lewdly,fingers fondling her nipples. "I don't know how a pathetic girl like you got graced with such a body, but I *will* teaching you to use it."<br/><br/>He stepped away finally and surveyed his room looking for... Something. Something like... He crossed to a drawer and pulled out a pair of neat cufflinks, each cut into pointed and rather striking stars. He didn't care for them, but tonight they would find a use.<br/><br/>He returned to her, slipped to one knee, and slid them beneath where her heels would fall if she forgot herself. When he stood it was by using her arse as leverage. "Am I understood, Slave?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>