Zoey was jerked awake to feel her Master's strong hand squeezing her slender throat. Already she could feel her face flushing and she desperately tried to breathe. It was impossible though and all she could do was roll her eyes up to see the content look on his face. He was not angry but still he felt the need to hurt and scare her. She did not struggle though and merely stared at him through watering eyes. She knew that he would not let lasting harm come to her and as scared as she was she managed to not panic. He was not angry and in control of himself. She had done well and she knew that she had done nothing to warrant his wrath. Just when she was starting to rethink her certainty on the subject the hand loosened enough to allow her to gulp a few wheezing mouthfuls of air in.<br/><br/>Her flushed face slowly returned to its normal pale shade except where she blushed at the chastising tone in his voice. The soft, nervous whimper at his threat preceded her scrambling out of bed and hurrying to do his bidding. Once outside the room, she leaned on the wall. She was still catching her breath and shaking from the fright she had felt waking up like that. Slender finger lightly felt at her throat and she knew that she would bear the marks of his fingers on her. The worst of it, the thing that shook her the most, was that she was shameful aroused. The look in his eyes and the power he displayed were both intense and made only more so that he had caught her so off guard and helpless.<br/><br/>She pushed herself away from the wall and moved quickly to the bathroom. The water was turned on to a good heat, enough so that if it had to be left it would still be warm when they came back. As the deep tub filled, she selected a sharp looking outfit for him. I crisp, white silk shirt and dark trousers with a matching vest. She also took out a dashing suit jacket in case he needed to go out. She eyed the tub and saw that she had a few moments. It was a good thing too because his shoe was scuffed and she had to take a cloth and buff it out, lest her Master fault her for it. With everything set out and the tub full but with enough room for both of them without it overflowing, she went back into the bedroom.<span style="color: indigo"> "Master," </span>she called softly<span style="color: indigo"> "everything is ready." </span>Zoey's teeth nipped at her lower lip, showing her concern about disturbing Quentin's rest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>