Zoey felt her heart sink when he called her inelegant. She had a very correct feeling that it was the beginning of bad news for her. She nodded along mutely, starting to sniffle at the mention of being whipped. Tears threatened to fall but she stubbornly blinked them back and when he twisted to face her she turned her head away. She knew that she would do these things because there were no choices left to her but obedience and she knew that she would endure the suffering in that suffering caused by her father, that her father would be undone.<br/><br/>She was so lost in her bitter thoughts that she did not realize his intentions until his hand began to massage her firm breast. A startled gasp issued from suddenly slack lips. Her back instinctively arched and her hips squirmed as though other intimate parts were begging for similar attention. Immediately her cheeks flushed that pretty pink, almost a match to the reddened glow that her backside bore. She bit her lip as the massage continued and mentally she cursed him and the way he seemed to innately know just how to touch her to illicit the optimal response. She was helpless to resist and again she sniffled. For being a good, obedient girl and helping to get more assets for him at the expense of her own relatives she was still going to be beaten. In fact, she was going to be beaten in advance of this. There truly was no way for her to win with Quentin. She was going to simply spend the time until he tired with her as a mere puppet to his whims.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"N-nothing else that I can think of Master." </span>She whimpered her tone an odd mix of desperate need and utter self-pity. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub and her back arched even more as she tried to wring ever ounce of pleasure that her Master gave while he was still feeling generous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>