Zoey cried out in surprise as the thin leather glove lashed her other cheek, even harder than the first. Even the sound of pain sounded musical to his ears and the way she struggled to free her arms from the tight leather binding only served to draw attention to the slender form and its lush curves. The second welt was already a more angry red color than the first and fresh tears streamed over her cheeks, stinging the aching reddened flesh. To the young girl, used to being served and pampered these minor wounds felt as though the flesh was being flayed from her bones. Her raised her chin, looking more defiant even than before and if looks could kill he would have been dead. Her lips trembled with the effort to hold her tongue, not to be obedient but to maintain her composure. She listened to his words and each syllable only served to enfuriate her more. Anger made her skin flush red and she gritted her teeth.<i>How dare he speak to her like this. She would not stand for this type of treatment.</i>She thought to herself, seething in her own anger. Finally, as his lecture wound to a close her anger exploded.<br/><br/>With it the dam broke and all the hatred she felt came pouring from between her soft, pretty lips.<span style="color: indigo">"How dare you speak to a lady in such a manner. You are no gentleman! You have all the grace of a... a chimney sweep!"</span>She was so angry that she could not think of a better insult but she just kept going.<span style="color: indigo">"You speak as though I  should respect you. You who would strike a woman. You are positively vile. I know who you are. You are a disgrace to your family. I assure you that at the first opportunity I shall flee your home and you will never find me!"</span><br/><br/><br/>As her words stopped and her vision focused on him, his face was unreadable. He still stared down at her but outwordly he appeared no more angry that before. It was almost as if he had not heard her outburst and for some reason Zoey found that very unnerving. She attempted to squirm back, fearing another blow but his feet still pressed tightly against her thighs and were very effective in keeping her where she was. Her body was still and she seemed composed even as her mind screamed for her to struggle to get her arms free so she might defend herself. Her welted and tears streaked face was still very alluring as she gazed up at him in anger and barely supressed fear.<i>He would learn that it took more that a few threats to break her spirit</i>She thought smugly, not aware that he was probably counting on it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>