Quentin had a trio of meetings to attend in his time away from home. He had considered bringing Zoey, but a combination of her not being ready in time and a continuing sense of caution about her aptitude lead to her being left behind. Quentin no longer questioned her loyalty or obedience, not really, but there was a long hill for her to climb before she was as accomplished at playing the part of his pet as he'd require. Even as he wandered the streets he thought about how it might have been different if he had taken the decision to haul her along... But no, she was not yet ready to be collared and lead into public.<br/><br/>His meetings grew gradually worse, and eroded his good mood as the morning passed. His first was little more than a social call to have breakfast with a long term business partner, and went perfectly acceptably. Next he took a stroll to one of the new, large storefronts he was refurbishing in the very heart of the great city. Here things were not going so well, and he was greeted with news of increasing costs and missed deadlines. Still, it was not a catastrophe. His final appointment - a meeting with a Baron, who held a great deal of sway in the city - saw a decision swinging against him that could cost him a great deal. The details were neither interesting nor entirely relevant to Zoey, but what *was* likely to impact her was the dull annoyance that settled into Quentin's mind. This was not the anger she'd seen him switch to before... This was more a simmering fire that, he knew before he'd even got back to his house, would put him close to snapping point all day. In his calmest moments, when the walk was particularly easy, he considered that this was unfair on the diligence of his slave... But then he'd walk through a crowd, and all he could think of was stringing her up and working out his frustration on her flesh.<br/><br/>The door opened after however many hours it'd taken, and immediately Quentin's eyes swung down to the girl kneeling there and waiting obediently just across the threshold. Quentin lived on a busy street in the heart of the city; he was in a dire frame of mind when he looked down at her. A sadistic one. That his mood wasn't aimed at or even to do with her was little consolation. He looked down at her, eyes flicking across her lips in such need of a good fuck, and then he slapped her cheek. It helped, a little.<br/><br/>"Oh *good*, you're here. And making such a target of your mouth, too... You must want cock." He sneered toward her, any of his kindness from earlier evaporating. "Get your whore ass to my study this instant, and if you don't give me the blowjob of the century I swear I'll make your good for nothing throat sorry about it." He removed his jacket and hung it on a coat stand near the door, before loosing his fingers that had managed to find themselves in a ball and moving after Zoey. Maybe blowing a load down her throat would soothe him... But he doubted it.<br/><br/>As soon as he was in the room he pushed the door shut, and dragged at his belt. The only order left to give was for her to "Take it as deep as ever, and twice as fast as my most vigorous fucking. Choke and gag it down and *maybe* you'll find my mood more favourable again."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>