Zoey perked up as she heard the door open and even had a small smile as she saw Quentin walking in. the smile died on her lips though at the look she saw on his face. The meetings had not gone as hoped she assumed. Her hands trembled in her lap as he looked her over with a sadistic hunger. She knew that her efforts to look good for him, to dress to please him, even the savage sex she had endured were all for nothing. The jarring slap that jerked her head to the side confirmed her suspicions. Tears welled up in her eyes, both from the stinging pain and the feeling of defeat and failure. She had tried hard to be good, to be the slave he wanted and still it was all for nothing.<br/><br/>She sniffled and blushed as he mocked her efforts. She had only wanted to make him happy and now she felt that she was being punished instead. At his command she scurried away, half crawling and half running. Her legs were still wobbly from earlier and she practically felt flat before she managed to collect herself and hurry on. She scrambled up the stairs and to his study, closing the door behind her and fighting back tears. She cursed when it proved impossible and a few tears slip over her cheek. Without her knowledge they had carried with them some of her dark eye makeup and streaked it down her pale cheeks, one bearing his red handprint.<br/><br/>She cringed again when the door opened and her Master stepped in. His light footsteps sounded like thunder and she could not stop the shaking that had gripped her. He was so different than when he had left. He had been kind and gentle and now he towered over her shuddering little body with a malicious glint in his eye as her worked his pants open. She bit her lip at the sight of his erection, already proud and hard. It scared her that he seemed most aroused when he beat her but again his orders could not be denied. Her lips wrapped around the head and she wasted no time pushing her slippery wet mouth down onto his shaft. Her tongue, still more enthusiastic than skilled, lapped at the underside of him as she took more in. She was trying to hurry and avoid his anger but she started to gag and even though she did she pushed on, retching as she struggled to take him. More mascara stained tears rolled down her cheek, making a mess of her pale cheeks. She pulled back only to lean back in, swallowing him again as she again choked. She fought her instincts and even though she could barely get a breath, she tried her absolute best to work him as far as she could as fast as was possible. Her eyes flicked up to him, watering profusely to see if his mood had softened even a little.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>