"Damn!" he bellowed.

Almost instantly he reared back, his cock slipping away from her cunt hole. Ginny blinked her eyes, staring up at the long marks, red and deep against his tanned flesh. Justin rubbed his fingers over the injured flesh to check for blood. There was none, but still the anger in his eyes burned like a hellish flame. Once more, Ginny felt frightened. But this time it was for her own physical safety.

"Damn it! You didn't have to push me this far, Ginny."

"What – I – uhhhhhhhh!"

The blow came suddenly, unexpectedly, his hand slamming hard against her right cheek. A rush of air escaped over her front teeth and her head snapped violently to the left, her hair splashing over her flushed face. Ginny felt the hot marks of his fingers against her flesh. No one, not even her mother in anger, had ever hit her. She had been Daddy's girl before he'd died five years ago. And now this near stranger had struck her hard across the face, bringing salty hot tears to her eyes.

"Justin, oh, why?"

He paused for a second, examining his knuckles for bruises from that last blow.

"'Cause I got tired of this frightened virgin shit you're trying to pull."

Ginny blinked away the tears, rubbing one away from under her eye.

"It's no act. Please, just let me go and I won't tell anybody about this."

But Justin was still on top of her, his legs pinning hers to the couch cushion. Ginny was aware of the heavy beat of her heart. Her gaze moved down to his hands. Justin was rubbing his fingers together, a cruel smile crossing his thin lips.

"Uhhhhh, no, no, help, oh, God!"

He'd struck her again. As she trembled, terrified of this young stud overpowering her, Justin had raised his right hand again, and he brought it down hard in a broad arcing sweep.

She had watched his lips pull back across his teeth while his fingers whistled through the air. The sound of the slap and her quavering, outcry were muffled by the thickness of the office walls.