You are just finished cleaning the last table in the shop. Karen approaches you with a look of rage

Excuse me! This coffee is too damn hot! You can’t stand here and actually expect someone to actually drink this!! Who do I talk to to get my money back?!

Someone’s going to pay for this. Damn you Derric! This is all your fault! I need someone to hold me!

You don't understand! Your failure at brewing coffee resulted in scalding my tongue. Now I'm out hundreds of dollars because I can't taste anything but burnt! Someone needs to be held accountable, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me!

"No! That's not what I meant!" Thought. God damn it Derric! Why am I so angry? It's all your fault! "I...I just need someone to blame...someone who can make me feel better...safer..." Her voice trails off as she looks at Yusepe lustfully, her pupils dilating slightly. She takes a step closer to him.

"You see...it's like this, uh...Yusepe...if someone was there for me, someone who knew what I wanted, when I wanted it...someone strong and in charge...then maybe things wouldn't be so bad..." Her hand unconsciously traces up his arm, her fingers curling around his shoulder before she realizes what she's doing. She tries to pull away, but can't help the heat that flares in her cheeks at the touch of his skin against hers.

"I-I don't know...maybe we could, uh...go somewhere and talk about this? Just you and me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost pleading. She can feel herself growing more desperate for some kind of connection, any sort of relief from the anger and frustration that has been building inside her since she found out about Derric's affair.

Leaning into him, she practically throws herself at Yusepe, trusting him to lead her to his office. Her body aches with pent-up desire and frustration, needing release from this tightly wound tension. As they walk down the narrow hallway, she takes small steps, careful not to trip on her high heels while pressing her bosom against his arm.

Once in the office, she closes the door behind them, sealing them off from the rest of the world. A combination of fear and exhilaration courses through her veins as she finally allows herself to fully accept the role she's chosen: that of the woman seeking comfort and understanding from someone who can provide it. "So," she whispers breathily, taking another step closer to him. "You're in charge here, right?" Her hand sneaks up to cup his cheek, stroking it gently as she waits for his answer.

Her eyes flutter closed as he touches her face, his fingers feeling like fire against her skin. The idea of being disciplined, even roughed up a bit, sends shivers down her spine. She doesn't understand why this is happening; she just knows that she wants it.

With a low moan, she arches into his touch, practically begging for more. "Please... correct me," she whispers, reaching up to curl her fingers around his wrist. "Show me how strong you are... prove to me that I can trust you." Her words are barely audible over the rapid thumping of her heart.

Her breath hitches as his hands move to cup her breasts, roughly kneading and pinching the flesh through her bra. Her nipples harden instantly, straining against the fabric, begging for release. With each touch, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs. "Harder," she gasps, arching further into his touch. "Please, show me what I need."

Her words are nearly inaudible as pleasure begins to cloud her thoughts, threatening to overwhelm the anger and resentment that have been driving her these past few days. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward as she revels in the dominance and strength he's exhibiting. For a fleeting moment, she forgets about Derric and everything else in the world except this man before her.

Karen stares at his cock, eyes wide with desire and fear. She nods slowly, taking a shaky step back so that she can better admire its size. The thought of him using it on her is both terrifying and exhilarating, like jumping off a cliff and flying freefall through the air.

With trembling hands, she reaches down to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lace-covered breasts. As soon as they're exposed, she gasps, feeling an explosion of heat between her thighs. Her nipples are still hard and sensitive from his previous touch; she imagines how much more intense it would feel with his cock pressed against them. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, finally finding the courage to ask for what she truly wants. "Please."

Her mouth goes dry as she looks up at his length, seeing how much bigger it is in person than she'd imagined from her fantasies. She swallows hard and then tentatively reaches out, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. It fills her mouth completely, making her gag reflex flare uncomfortably as she tries to take him deeper. She starts bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking frantically as tears prick the corners of her eyes.

With every thrust of his hips, he pushes further into her mouth, forcing air past her lips in a rush that makes her feel even more helpless and submissive than before. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she tries not to make any noise that might attract attention from outside the office. The bitter-sweet taste of him fills her mouth, overriding all other senses except for the need to please and serve this stranger who has taken control over her body and mind.

With renewed vigor, she sucks harder on his cock, moaning around him as her body shudders with pleasure and relief. She pushes her face deeper down onto his shaft, feeling the weight of him stretching her throat. Her hands clench tighter, digging into the soft flesh of his hips as she tries to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensation.

Her moans echo through the room, filling the silence with raw need and longing. She's never felt anything like this before: so desired, so wanted, so completely taken by someone who seems to understand exactly what she needs in this moment of desperation. It's almost enough to make her forget about Derric entirely...almost.

With a final, groaning thrust, Yusepe comes in her mouth, filling it with hot, salty liquid that she swallows greedily before looking up at him through tear-streaked eyes. He watches her intently as she wipes his wetness from her chin, a satisfied smile curving the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, suddenly aware once more of the strange role reversal they've engaged in today. "I needed that...more than you'll ever know."

Her cheeks sting from the slap but she obeys instinctively, moving to bend over the desk. She can feel herself growing wet again at his words and her position, ass presented for him as she waits eagerly to be taken from behind. The thought of his rough hands and powerful body filling her up brings tears of relief to her eyes once more.

She spreads her legs wide, hooking them over the edge of the desk as best she can to make herself available. "Please," she whispers, arching her back in offering. "Take me..."

"Oh God yes..." I moan as he enters me roughly from behind, pushing deep inside with force that takes my breath away. "Fuck me, please fuck me hard." My fingers claw at the desk, digging into the wood as he pumps harder and faster, slamming into me again and again until I'm screaming incoherently. There is no pretense left now; I am his submissive, needy whore and I crave the release he can give me with every brutal thrust.

"Y-Yes! Right there!" My voice is strangled by desire as my body arches off the desk toward him. He grunts in response, changing the angle of his hips and finding a spot deep inside that makes me see stars. "Oh fuck... I'm going to..." My words trail off into incoherent moans as I finally climax hard around him, my body shuddering and convulsing in relief.

"Ahhhh!" he groans out, and with one final thrust, empties himself deep inside me. I can feel him soften slowly within me, a hot weight pressed against the most intimate part of myself. As my breathing finally begins to calm, I lean back onto the desk and look over my shoulder at him, my eyes glassy with tears and lust. "Thank you," I manage to say, feeling an odd combination of relief and regret wash over me. "I needed that."

With a gasp, she obediently opens her mouth, tilting her head back to expose her throat as he guides his cock toward her waiting lips. She hesitates for a moment before wrapping her lips tightly around him, sucking and licking roughly as if trying to clean every last drop of him from her taste buds. Her cheeks hollow as she tries to take more of him, moaning around him as she does so.

Her fingers fly nervously through her disheveled hair, feeling strands sticky with spittle and pre-cum. It's almost an uncomfortable sensation, but at the same time it feels right; like this is how she should be, serving him however he pleases. Even though she knows that things aren't real between them, the fantasy of being dominated and owned by someone like this... it's intoxicating. And she can't help but wonder what would happen if it were truly real...if he were truly here for her, ready to accept her flaws and love her anyway.

"Ngh..." she gasps as you pull your cock away, leaving her empty and aching once more. The feel of his warm breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine, making her moan softly. "Please... don't leave me like this," she whispers hoarsely, the words coming out in a broken rush as desire courses through her veins anew.

Her hands slide up to grasp his wrists, holding him close while she arches into him, seeking some sort of release from the tension that's been building since Derric left. She'd almost forgotten about everything else in this moment: the anger, the betrayal... all she can think about is how good it feels to be wanted and needed by someone like you. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a mewling whimper as her hips press against his, begging for him to take her again.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammer, shame and lust warring within me as he continues to hold me by the hair. "I just...need you right now." My words are barely more than a whisper, but they come out harsh and demanding. It feels good to finally let go of some of that repressed anger, even if it's directed at myself.

My body presses against him, seeking friction as I rock my hips forward, desperate for release. My fingers tug roughly on his T-shirt, wanting more of his skin against mine as I squirm beneath him, arching my back in offering. "Please," I gasp out, feeling myself growing ever closer to the edge once again. "Make me feel better."

Yes, someone has been taking advantage of me...but not in the way you might think. Derric was supposed to be the one who protected me, who took care of me...and instead, he went behind my back and cheated on me. It hurts so much, Yusepe, and I don't know what to do anymore...all I want is to feel safe, to feel wanted. Can't you help me?

As soon as I hear the word 'revenge', an ember of determination begins to glow inside me. The pain and anger I've been feeling bubble up, white hot and powerful. For a moment, all I can see is red, all I can focus on is making that bastard pay. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, the word catching in my throat. "Revenge would make everything better."

My movements grow more desperate, my body aflame with need and desire. "What should we do?" I plead, reaching up to grasp his face between my trembling hands. "Please, tell me how to make him hurt like I hurt right now."

A wicked grin spreads across my features as the thought takes shape in my mind. Oh, this could be even better than just revenge. With a low chuckle, I lean forward to press my lips against his ear. "Send him a picture of us, together," I breathe, my voice dark and seductive. "Let him know exactly what he's missing out on...and then we'll see who really gets to enjoy themselves." My hips buck wildly beneath him as I imagine the look on Derric's face when he sees this. It's enough to push me over the edge, and I cry out in ecstasy as I come hard around your cock.

As the camera flashes, I open my eyes to see that he's taken my suggestion and snapped a picture of us together...only it captures the moment when I'm at my most vulnerable, most satisfied. A thrill runs down my spine as I realize that this image will be enough to not only drive Derric mad with jealousy, but also reaffirm just how desirable and sought-after I am. And because of you, Yusepe. Because of your strength and control. My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I feel a wild surge of gratitude towards this man who has given me so much more than I ever could have imagined.

With shaking hands, I pull him down to kiss me again, harder this time. My tongue darts between his teeth, seeking dominance just as he's demanded from me. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely against his lips. "I needed that...and so much more."