When the kiss ended and Quentin pulled away it took Zoey a moment to come back to reality. She felt embarrassed a moment later when she realized that he had seen her lost in the pleasure of a kiss that had ended, with her eyes closed and lips parted. The soft, pink muscle of her tongue slipped out to savor the lingering taste of him on her lips. Her embarrassment increased at the light teasing about her manner of referring to him.<br/><br/>The way his eyes bored into her made her shiver. It was very clear that he was not going to be gentle with her. The hard burgeoning length nestled between the fleshy cheeks of her ass assured her of that. Her mouth opened again and a strangled little moan escaped. He felt so hot every through his pants and she felt herself getting slick with arousal. The slight but insistent friction threatened to drive her mad.<br/><br/>She was just starting to push back when he admonished her to stay there and stepped away. She sagged and pouted, trembling with all the pent up lust that she felt. She did as she was told and never moved from the spot. She simply watched him browse and bit her lip. The strange mix of nervousness and lust that seemed to happen with increasing frequency was back. Many of the items that she had seen were strange and she worried about their purpose. She made the decision to just stare at the floor. Otherwise the suspense might kill her.<br/><br/>The pressure at the back of her knees was all the signal she needed. She did not even look up to see what it was that he had with him. She slipped to her knees and waited. The thundering noise of her pulse in her ears made most other things fade out anyways. The way he quickly, but carefully, wrapped the cuffs around her ankles, spreading her stance awkwardly, sent a shiver through her. With a rush of shame came the realization that she got immediately and incredibly turned on by the feeling of being restrained.<br/><br/>She did as she was told and opened wide even though she was not sure what the contraption was for. She found out soon as he pushed the stiff ring into her mouth, holding it stretched open into a nice inviting O shape. She tipped her head back slightly to try and keep from drooling. Swallowing like this was almost impossible. When he covered her eyes he could note her posture change. She immediately became tenser. Her hands balled into tight fists. Immediately it was clear that she did not like having her sight taken from her.<br/><br/>Her breathing quickened, chest heaving while she tried to adjust to the dark. She strained to hear him, hating not knowing where he was. All she heard was the shameful, if soft, sound of droplets of her copious wetness dripping to the floor between her widely spread thighs. The jingle of his belt buckle being undone reassured her that he was still there. She knew what was to come and at least with him touching her the nervousness that she felt would dissipate somewhat. The hand in her hair insistently tilting her head back more set a course of shivers running to every part of her. Then his cock was pushing into her wide open mouth. Immediately he was wrapped in the swelter, wet inside of her mouth. All the saliva that had been pooling in her mouth was forced out by his invading cock and spilled down the front of the mask and onto her chest. She could only whimper while he simply pushed forward.<br/><br/>She struggled to adjust to find a comfortable way to be bent like this and eventually settled with bracing her hands behind her. She gurgled as her Master started to pull back, more spit dripping off of his shaft. Her lips tried to tighten when he pushed back in and she huffed in disappointment when she could not. Under the gag Zoey's eyes darted around. She was completely at his mercy and she just wanted a peak. She had apparently not re-earned the privilege and so simply slurped and sucked at him as best she could with the ring stretching her mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>