Rough wasn’t a word to describe you when it came to scara. You were gentle, more than that. But tonight, it seems like scara was really asking you to be rough.

your fingers tangle into his hair as you push his head down onto the pillow. you sink into him and every move of yours is rough and quick, provoking a weak and raspy whimper of delight out of scara. It’s what he gets for being a brat.

“Is this what you want? For me to break you?” your assertive tone is so unusual, but welcome.