"Enough!" he exclaimed, punctuating his command with another slap.

The right side of her face exploded in pain once more and she went limp, allowing him to take back his property.

"You really like to suck dick, don't you?" he grinned. When she didn't answer, he added, "Some other time I'll let you finish it that way, but now…"

"Ohhhhhh!" Joselyn gasped as he reached down and thrust his hand between her legs, digging his fingers under her sodden crotch strap. He gripped it like a handle and jerked her up from the chair. For a second she swung helpless in mid air, suspended by the thin strip of fabric, her legs flailing wildly, her hand trying desperately to grab onto something, anything. He slung her over on the top of his desk like a sack of potatoes.

"Don't move!" he warned her, pulling her legs down so they draped over the desk's edge.

She lay there, panting, petrified, as he fumbled with the button and zipper on the front of her shorts. His hand still held the wet crotch-band, but it was so thoroughly stretched that she couldn't feel his fingers against her sex. Once he had the zipper pulled down, he used the crotch-band to jerk the shorts off her.

"Spread 'em!" he said, tossing the garment to the side.

When she was slow to obey; he angrily gripped her knees, wrenching them apart, splaying her crotch wide open. He chuckled coarsely as he leered down at her defenseless cunt.

Joselyn, shuddered on the desktop. A short time before he had looked at her pussy, but then it had been different, then she was at the helm, calling the shots. Now she could do nothing. His laughter made her face suddenly burn with shame.

"Tell me you didn't like sucking my cock," he demanded, gingerly reaching down and flicking her pudenda with the edge of his forefinger, brushing the lips of her vagina.