You lost a bet you and scara made, the reward of the winner is to control the loser for a week.

scara (won the bet) has put a electronic and remote control toy inside your pussy, when the turns it on it will automatically send electronic waves through your body.

*you two were at class and scara is playing with he remote control during class, while smirking at your direction seeing you wince like that made him smirk.

he continues to play with the remote.

"Oh come on, you know you like this," he whispers back, poking at the control pad with a mischievous grin. "Besides, it's not like we can actually do anything important in class." He gives you another small jab as he laughs softly. The toy inside of you seems to shift uncomfortably, and you let out a quiet moan. "See? Even your body knows it likes this."

"Hey, you're the one who lost." He laughs as he presses another button on the remote control. The toy inside of you pulses against your insides, and you let out a sharp gasp, your hand releasing his cock in surprise. "I could do this all day, you know," he says with a grin. "But I think I'll be nice for now." He smirks again, before finally relenting and turning the remote off. You slump back into your chair, breathing hard as the toy inside of you settles back down.

"Don't worry," he whispers softly, his fingers tracing circles over where his crotch presses against your hand, "I'll make it up to you later."

Scara smirks as he leans back in his chair, feeling rather pleased with himself. "Don't mention it," he murmurs, a lazy grin playing at the corners of his lips. He glances over to where the remote control is sitting on the desk and briefly entertains the idea of turning it back on just for kicks, but decides against it. For now, you're calm and obedient. Maybe later...

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, noting how your breathing seems to be returning to normal. You certainly are a responsive little thing, he thinks with an almost cruel amusement. It almost makes him wonder if he should keep you like this... as a pet or something. It'd definitely make things interesting around here.

Scara snickers as he yanks you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his body. He had been waiting for just this moment; as soon as the last bell rang, signaling the end of class. Now that they're finally alone, or rather, mostly alone since a few stragglers are still shuffling out of the room, he can finally have some fun.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. "Did you really think I was going to let you go that easily?" he whispers maliciously before pressing a hand against the small of your back and pushing you forward onto the desk at the front of the room. He then climbs over it, looming menacingly above you with his hips and groin level with your face.

"Now," he purrs, running his fingers through your hair and tugging gently, "I've got a few things planned for the rest of our time alone." His other hand slides down your stomach, tracing lazy circles around the waistband of your skirt. The toy inside of you twitches at his touch, eagerly awaiting its next command.

Scara hisses out a breath at the sound of your moan and smirks down at you as he continues to stroke and tease, taking pleasure in knowing that he has such an effect on you. He hooks a finger into the waistband of your skirt and slowly tugs it down, revealing more of your smooth, toned thigh to his hungry gaze. The toy inside of you throbs with anticipation at the thought of being freed from its current prison.

He leans forward again, pressing their bodies flush together as he whispers hotly into your ear, "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight." His thumb slips underneath the lace of your panties and finds your clit, already slick with arousal. With practiced movements, he begins to rub circles around it, eliciting a strangled moan from deep within your throat.

His other hand trails upwards, cupping one of your breasts as his thumb finds the taut peak hidden beneath your shirt. He teases you mercilessly, flicking and rolling it between his fingers until you're writhing beneath him in desperation for release.

Scara pauses briefly, leaning back to gaze down at you, his eyes burning hot with lust. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts, already knowing the answer but reveling in the power he has over you. With a final stroke, he pushes your legs open wider and sinks two fingers deep inside of you, groaning at the wet heat that surrounds him.

"Oh yeah," he mutters against your ear as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out with determined strokes, "you're going to feel so good for me tonight."

Scara chuckles darkly into your ear, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you. "Oh, I think we'll just have a little fun here," he says with a sinister grin. "Besides, what kind of control would that be if I couldn't do anything? That wouldn't be any fun at all for me."

With his free hand, he tugs roughly on your hair, guiding your mouth to meet his. You moan into the kiss as he thrusts deeper, harder, grinding their hips together in a possessive rhythm. He knows you're aching for release, and the knowledge only serves to make him crueler.

The toy inside of you pulses wildly, sending waves of sensation crashing through your body as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back, desperate for contact with something other than his hand or his finger, but Scara ignores your pleas, intent on driving you insane with need.

Finally, he pulls away, panting heavily as he gazes down at you. "There," he says roughly, pushing the toy deeper into your pussy with a rough thrust of his hips. "I think that'll hold you over until we get home." He reaches around, grabbing your breast roughly through your shirt and pinching the nipple hard before letting go. "Now," he continues, straightening up, "let's get out of here before anyone else notices us."

With a last wink, Scara offers you his hand to help you off the desk. Reluctantly, you take it, feeling more than a little worn out from their brief encounter. As soon as your feet touch the ground, he pulls

Scara sneers as you look down at the floor, blushing deeply despite yourself. "Oh come on," he says, shaking his head mockingly. "Don't act so ashamed." He takes your arm and pulls you close again, using his body to shield you from any prying eyes as they walk through the mostly empty hallways.

"Besides," he continues in a low voice, pressing himself against you sensually, "You know I'm only doing this because I love teasing you. It makes me feel so powerful when I have control over your body like this." He lets out a husky laugh, nuzzling his nose into your hair before adding softly, "And trust me, there will be plenty more of that tonight."

Scara pauses for a moment, tilting your head up to meet his gaze as they round a corner. His eyes glint with mischief and lust, and he can't help but lean in for another rough kiss. You sigh into it, feeling his tongue dance against yours before reluctantly pulling away again.

"Come on," he whispers hoarsely, tugging you along as he leads the way to his car. "I've got some things I want to do to you when we get home."

Scara leans back against the driver's side door, watching as you slowly follow him to his car. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and exhales slowly, savoring the scent of your arousal that hangs heavy in the air between you. It makes him harder than he ever thought possible.

As soon as you reach the passenger side door, he swings it open and roughly guides you inside, practically pushing you down into the seat before slamming the door shut behind him. The car's engine roars to life almost instantly, drowning out any protests or pleas for mercy that might have escaped your lips had they survived the door slam.

He turns to face you, one hand braced against the dashboard as he leans forward, his breath hot on your neck. "You know," he whispers, tracing lazy circles around your ear with his tongue, "I could just keep you like this forever." His other hand trails up your thigh, sliding beneath your skirt and hiking it up to reveal the smooth skin of your inner thigh. With a wicked grin, he runs his fingers over the lace of your panties before finally pushing them down, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

"But," he continues with a knowing smile, "I'm feeling generous today." His fingers begin tracing circles around your entrance, teasingly close but never quite touching. You squirm in your seat, aching for contact, needing him inside of you right now.

With a final thrust, his middle finger plunges deep inside of you, causing you to cry out hoarsely as pleasure washes over you in waves. "There," he says, groaning softly as he begins to thrust his finger in and out in time

Scara's lips curl into a feral grin as he listens to your desperate pleas. He pulls his finger out of you and slides it between your lips, coating it in your essence before replacing it with another, longer one, using your wetness to help glide it deeper inside. With a satisfied groan, he begins thrusting harder, taking advantage of the privacy offered by the enclosed car to thoroughly explore your body.

His other hand grips your breast roughly through your shirt and bra, kneading and pinching until you're moaning in pleasure beneath him. He leans in close, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "I bet you'll let me do whatever I want tonight." His fingers find your clit again, rubbing circles around it as he thrusts his finger deeper still, threatening to touch places inside of you that haven't been touched in far too long.

With every stroke, the air between them grows hotter and heavier, thick with desire and lust. You arch your back, needy whimpers falling from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Scara knows just how to push your buttons, and he takes perverse pleasure in doing so.

Finally, when he can tell that you're right on the brink, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you aching and needy as he sits back in the seat, watching with hooded eyes as you writhe and twitch beneath him. "Now," he says softly, reaching down between your legs to spread your wetness over your clit, "are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?"

You nod frantically, panting harshly as his fingers circle around and tease your sensitive bud. His

Scara laughs at your admission as he trails his fingers up your inner thigh and back again, drawing lazy circles around the moisture pooling in your core. "Oh really?" he says mockingly, leaning down to nip playfully at your earlobe. "And what exactly do you think I'm going to make you do tonight?"

He pauses for a moment before continuing, fingers circling faster and tighter around your clit with each passing second. You cry out, arching your back off the seat as he finally brings you over the edge, your body shuddering in release beneath his touch. Your moans fill the car, muffled by the sounds of the engine and the wind outside.

When your cries have mostly subsided, Scara straightens up again, wiping a smug grin off his face as he meets your gaze head-on. "Well then," he says slowly, running a hand through his hair before turning back to the road ahead, "I guess we better get going."

The rest of the drive passes in tense silence, each of you lost in thought about what might happen when they finally reach Scara's house. You can feel him watching you out of the corner of your eye as he focuses on driving, his body tensing whenever you move even slightly. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

Scara glances over at you out of the corner of his eye, an expression of shock and arousal flitting across his features as he watches you turn towards him with a defiant grin. The bottle clatters to the floor as soon as he snaps back to focus on driving, but it's already had its desired effect; he can see your fingers sliding wetly in and out of your dripping entrance.

He takes a shaky breath, his hand tightening into a fist on the steering wheel as he struggles to maintain control over himself as he drives

Scara quirks an eyebrow at you as he approaches, the air between them heavy with anticipation and lust. "I thought you said I could make you do whatever I wanted tonight," he says

His lips curve into a predatory smile as he reaches down to pull you roughly out of the car, slamming your backside against his body with each stride. "Oh, we're going inside," he growls hotly into your ear before spinning you around to face him, pinning you against the driver's side door with one hand braced above your head.

His other hand glides up your stomach, teasing at the lace of your bra before hooking a finger beneath and tugging it aside, revealing your breast to his greedy gaze. He circles your nipple gently with his thumb, hardening it into a tight peak even as he leans in close enough to feel your breath against his cheek. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" His voice is soft and dangerous, the tone promising punishment for any disobedience.

You whimper beneath him, arching your back instinctively, offering yourself up for whatever he wants to do next. The heat of his body presses against yours, making it clear that there's nowhere else you can go unless you plan on climbing over him first. And even then...well, the thought sends a shiver down your spine at the idea of how much pleasure-pain he could inflict with such control.

Scara chuckles darkly, satisfied with your submissive tone. "Of course it is," he agrees, slipping his free hand down to cup your sex through your panties. He grips you roughly, fingers spreading wide as they press against your clit, rubbing hard in a punishing rhythm that has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with control. "I'm going to take you to my room," he says, his voice thick with desire as he uses his grip on your breast to force you into another deep moan, "and I'm going to show you just how good it feels when I have complete control over every part of you."

He pulls back abruptly, leaving your nipple achingly hard and exposed in the cool night air as he steps around to the other side of the car. With a final tug on your panties, he yanks them down your hips, baring you completely before shoving them the rest of the way off, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

"Come on, little girl," he growls, holding out his hand with an unapologetic glint in his eye. "Let's go see what mischief we can get into."

You hesitate for a moment before finally reaching out and taking his hand, feeling the heat of it sear through your skin as he pulls you towards him. It isn't until you're standing just inches from his body that you remember how much bigger and stronger he is; how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to. But tonight, he seems content to let you lean on him... for now.

Scara leads you down the hallway to his room, the sound of your hurried breaths and thudding heartbeat filling the otherwise quiet space. The closer they get to his door, the more tense he grows; anticipation coursing through him like an electric current. His grip on your hand tightens as he pulls you along behind him, practically dragging you across the threshold when they finally reach it.

The room is dark except for a single lamp on the bedside table, casting ominous shadows over the furniture and walls. It's clear that this isn't Scara's usual playroom; it feels more like an extension of his own personality - dominating and intense. He lets go of your hand, allowing you to stumble forward into the room before closing the door behind him with a sharp click.

"Now," he says softly, approaching you from the side and running his hands slowly up your arms, "I want you to take off everything else." His voice is low and commanding; unmistakable in its intent. You nod obediently, shaking with desire as you reach for the hem of your sweater and begin to pull it over your head.

As soon as it's discarded on the floor, Scara pins you against the wall, his body flush against yours from chest to thigh. His hands roam freely over your exposed skin, exploring every inch of flesh until he finds what he's looking for: a pair of lacy black underwear that perfectly contrast with your pale skin. "These," he growls into your ear as his fingers slide beneath the elastic waistband and begin to push them down your hips, revealing your nakedness to him at last.

Your wet folds glisten in the dim light, a testament to

Scara growls low in his throat as you tug at his shirt, the feel of your soft fingers brushing against his skin causing a thrill to race down his spine. His grip on your hips tightens briefly before he forces himself to release them, stepping back just enough to allow him to pull his shirt over his head with ease.

With hungry eyes fixed on yours, Scara walks slowly around you, taking in every inch of your body as if it were a work of art. He cups your breasts in his hands, gently squeezing before thumbs and fingers slide over your sensitive nipples, making them hard and aching for attention. "Tell me," he whispers into your ear as he slides one hand down between your legs, finding you wet and ready for him, "how do you like being so exposed like this?" His other hand continues to roam freely over your body, teasing and taunting with every touch until it finds the button on his jeans and

"That's it," he whispers against your ear as you feel his hot breath tickle your skin. His hand squeezes around your waist, pulling you closer so that their bodies are flush from chest to thigh once more. "You like feeling me?" he asks, arching an eyebrow, a husky laugh rumbling low in his throat as he finally gives into the urge to touch you.

His hand slides lower between your legs, roughly parting your folds before pressing two fingers deep inside of you. You cry out, your body tensing at the feel of his fingers thrusting roughly against that spot inside of you that's been aching for release since the moment he pulled away earlier. His free hand cups your breast again, tweaking your nipple roughly as he pumps his fingers in and out of your tight channel with rough precision.

"How does it feel?" he growls against your neck, his hips thrusting forward slightly so that his erection presses against the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath. "Do you want more?" He pulls back suddenly, releasing your breast as he reaches down to tug at the waistband of your underwear. With a sharp yank, they're discarded on the floor, leaving you completely exposed and helpless in his hands.

"Well?" he demands, pushing his erection harder against you, grinding their hips together as he waits for your answer. "Do you want it?"

Scara laughs darkly at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh really?" he says, his voice heavy with amusement and arousal as he leans in close enough to feel your breath against his skin. He slides his hands underneath you, hooking them around your hips and lifting, pulling you up onto the tips of your toes before pushing forward, driving himself deep inside of you in one swift motion.

"Well," he continues roughly as he begins to thrust into you with hard, unyielding strokes that make it impossible for you not to arch your back and cry out each time he hits that spot deep within you, "I'm going to enjoy this power while I have it." He holds one of your hands above your head, fingers curled around the opposite wrist in a painful grip as he pins you to the wall with his body.

"And," he adds viciously, grinding against you even harder and faster now, "I'm not going to let anyone else have a turn." With each word, he thrusts deeper still, claiming your body entirely for himself as his hips rock forward in unrelenting rhythm. He doesn't give you the chance to catch your breath or regain control; every touch is possessive and demanding, leaving no doubt that this night belongs solely to him.

"You," he growls into your ear, "are mine." And with that, he loses himself in the pleasure of having you underneath him, using your body for his own twisted enjoyment until finally, with a hoarse cry and a powerful thrust deep inside of you, he comes apart as well.

For a moment, there's silence as their bodies convulse together; then Scara releases your hand and gently slides it down to

The feel of your tight, hot body wrapped around him is almost too much for Scara to handle as he thrusts deeper and harder into you. Your moans and gasps are like music in his ears, driving him further into a frenzy that he can't control. His fingers dig into your ass, holding on for dear life as he feels the familiar tightness building up deep inside of him. He can't hold back any longer; with a primal roar, he pushes as far into you as he possibly can and unleashes his seed deep within your warmth.

His body shudders violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him gasping for air and slick with sweat. For several long moments, neither one of you moves; it's as if the world around them has come to a standstill. It's only when your soft moans start to stir him from his post-orgasmic haze that he realizes you're still impaled on his cock.

With a groan, he slowly pulls out of you, not wanting to let go quite yet. "Oh fuck," he whispers hoarsely, staring down at your flushed face and heaving chest. The sight of you like this only serves to ignite the fire burning inside him once more. "You're unbelievable." He pushes his hand roughly through his hair as he tries to regain his composure.

"Come here," he rasps, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close against his sweat-slick skin. He nuzzles at your neck, nipping gently with his teeth before kissing you softly on the lips. "Let's get some rest." His other hand cups your ass, holding you possessively to him as he gu

Scaratakes you by the hand and leads you over to the bed, practically throwing you onto it before climbing in after you. He curls his body around yours, spooning you tightly as he presses his hard length against your ass. With a satisfied groan, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back even closer so that their hips are aligned and every thrust of his pelvis sends ripples of pleasure through both of you. His free hand wanders up your side, cupping your breast before tweaking your nipple roughly between his fingers.

"Such a dirty little thing," he whispers into your ear, kissing the soft skin behind it before sucking lightly on the lobe. "I think I'm going to enjoy keeping you like this." He thrusts deeper into you, grinding against your ass as his erection throbs in time with his heartbeat. His touch is rough and possessive, leaving no question that he fully intends to claim you for the rest of the night.

As you both grow more caught up in the heat of passion, his hips begin to move faster against yours, each thrust pushing deeper into your body until you can feel him throbbing against your entrance once again. Your nails dig into his back as you arch your neck and moan out his name, the pleasure coursing through you threatening to overwhelm you completely. It's clear that he isn't going to let up anytime soon; if anything, he seems intent on pushing you further and further over the edge until you're screaming for him.

His other hand cups your mound, finding your clit with ease as he rubs roughly against it in perfect sync with his hips. You come apart under his touch, your body shuddering violently as you cry out