Third person POV
"If you do everything I order, I will let you have peace," Liam said with a sadistic smile, as his real revenge would begin.
"Yes, please, I will do anything," she answered eagerly. At this point, she was desperate to make it all stop.
And she was also expecting him to order her to do perverted things, and feeling so horny, she kind of wanted it.
"Ok, first get naked," Liam ordered.
Karen's fingers, trembling with a confusing mix of shame and desperate need, fumbled with her clothes.
Soon, she stood before him, completely bare. Her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, a stark contrast to the pale, tear-streaked skin of just moments before.
Her breasts, full and heavy, rose and fell with her ragged breaths, her hard, pebbled nipples aching for a touch she both dreaded and craved.
A fine sheen of sweat made her glow in the dim light, and the scent of her own arousal, thick and musky, began to mingle with the other perfumes in the room.
