Quentin nodded absent-mindedly at the report losing most of his interest the moment it revealed itself to be a non-event. At least if they'd grabbed and raped her it would have been interesting, even if he did hate the idea of someone helping themselves to *his* plaything. Regardless... He knew their type. One day they'd be in slightly too high spirits, she'd go to fetch him a snack, and they'd abandon caution in favour of each grabbing a hole. Perhaps he should take preventive measures, but it would be far more interesting to instill a sense of monogamy in Zoey and see how she reacted.<br/><br/>The thoughts mostly dissipated when his teeth clamped down around the proferred food. He let her do all the hand work, not least because his own arms were covered in suds of soap. So he lounged, leisurely chewing and craning his neck toward her to request the next morsel. It was comfortable and tasty, and gave rise to the various musings that accompanied such quiet moments. "I am going out this morning. I will not need you, but needless to say that you will wait for me by the door, and be one your best behaviour regardless of my absence." He spoke the command as though he was just talking through his plans to himself. There was no demanding tone, no sharpness to his words... All of that was saved for when she didn't act properly. "I have a meeting with Baron Potter about that stupid bloody export ban."<br/><br/>He quietened to crunch through another slice of bread, then waved the next away (waiting until after Zoey had prepared it for him; there was nothing quite like petty vindictiveness to make him smirk inwardly.) Next he had her wash her by rubbing soap into her chest til it foamed up, and standing up from the low but very large bath. "Soap me with your tits, rinse me, and then lick me clean. Every inch, and don't dally... " His eyes jumped up the wall and he couldn't help but click his tongue. "I have less than an hour, and I intend to pound you silly before I leave."<br/><br/>He grew silent finally, making noise only on the few occasions that her orders bought a low groan to him - he made her 'clean' his prick no less than three times, each a little more thoroughly than the last - and otherwise content to enjoy it passively. It carried on that way til he was very clean, and rather horny, and then with no real warning he turned.<br/><br/>His hand snagged her hair and pulled her willing lips from his cock, throwing her away with an apparent, sudden change of heart. He wasn't more rough than he needed to be - this wasn't him angry or even dissatisfied - there just wasn't a reason to be gentle about it. He dragged her across the bath to where the copper tap hung above the water, which was easy considering her slight buoyancy. Still wordless he pulled her up to her knees, pushed her into what would soon be the water flow, and turned the cold water on.<br/><br/>There was a large tank downstairs that kept the water not just cool, but actively chilled. This became all too clear when the clear stream gushed out to hit her tits, which he'd neatly presented to it after ensuring they were accustomed to the much warmer water. The sudden shock fell at first down the crease between her breasts, but with a little manhandling he saw each of her nipples showered in the too-cold water, til they perked appealingly and he could pinch the rather pleasing, jutting nubs.<br/><br/>He hauled her back (predominantly by tugging the new handles his fingers had sealed around, painful though it might be!) til she was almost horizontal, her head pressed into her chest to keep her afloat and the water doing the rest. It was clear enough what he intended. "I know you know what's coming, Zoey. Up on your toes... Show your pretty cunt to the water." He didn't make her do it; he just told her, and left her to do the rest. Then he leaned forward, caught the handle of the tap despite the way he had to crunch her body in on itself uncomfortable to do so, and turned it to hot.<br/><br/>In contrast to even the bath water this was hot, uncomfortably so. It immediately made her forget the uncomfortable position he pushed her into to reach the temperature gauge as the flow suddenly jerked from icy cold to burning hot. She could barely even notice the way he was tugging her nipples like he wanted to pull them away from the rest of her body, straining them to their limit before her boobs pulled them back in with a little bounce only to be subjected all over again.<br/><br/>The moment she was starting to get used to the water (it was still too hot of course, but she could bear it, almost...) he switched it back. And again. His cock was solid and pushed into her shoulder to prove to her that for every bit of her suffering, he was feeling a pang of pleasure. Soon he'd take that out on her, too, but for now it was enough to torture her precious pussy with insistent pain and severe sensations.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>