With her pulse pounding in her ears Zoey still managed to appear in control. She neatly lay all of the items on the bed and hurried to stand by him. Even through the fear she had to acknowledge how handsome her Master was and how well he took care of himself. She was a little perplexed when he forced her arms up into the air and she let out a little squeak when him arm wrapped around her and lifted her off of her feet. Then as the fabric was tightened around her slender wrists she finally understood and true fear engulfed her. She could not control anything now. She was unable to really touch the ground. Her whole body was just hanging helpless.<br/><br/>Even as he explained his expectations she whimpered. Her shoulders were already starting to ache but the words set her body to shivering. The glint in his eye was back and worse than ever. It was not tempered as it usually was by his lust. She had already taken care of that, at least for now, but the sadistic need was there and she had a sinking feeling that this would be the worst of her experiences. She just tried to remind herself that he was not punishing her, that this was a need she was filling. Zoey's ample chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought to keep from begging for mercy. She had to be strong because she knew that he expected it and that if she was not it would become about punishment. As he finished talking about her reward should she do as he asked she simply nodded. Her eyes were clenched shut, not wanting to see what was coming.<span style="color: indigo">"I understand Master Quentin."</span>She spoke clearly though her voice was hoarse and quivering.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>