Bless her face.

Taking hold of her head, you make Dominique please you with her mouth for a couple more minutes before you pull her off and unload.

Cupping her hands under her chin and sticking her tongue out, she graciously accepts your gift of cum, as it lands all over her face. A thick line of white plasters itself from her dark forehead to lip, over an eye, but she does not flinch. All she can think about is receiving her precious master's hot load. "Thank you! Oh thank you!" she grovels, licking up her cummy fingers. Spying a few drops that escaped, she gets down onto the floor and slurps them up loudly.

All without your permission.

Elongating your fingers like tentacles for a moment, you whip them across her rear with a resounding crack. She yelps and flinches from the pain before turning over to see your disapproving scowl. "Did I say you could move?" you ask, your voice colder than ice. Immediately, she throws herself at your feet, begging and crying for forgiveness.

Squatting, you tilt her chin up at you. "Are you going to disobey me again?"

"No, no. Never!" she cries, shaking her head.

"Then will you make sure that Terrence gets what he wants tomorrow?"

"Yes! Yes I will!"

"Good." Pulling her up, you throw her forwards onto her desk and have your way with her, as both a reward and an example of what should be done. The sound of her groaning and pleading for you to do whatever you want to her is music to your ears.