"Good," Candy whispers, breaking the kiss slowly and gazing into your eyes. She can see the desire mirrored in them, and it only serves to fuel her own passion. "Now that that's settled..." she continues, trailing a fingernail down your chest, "...I think you should call me mistress." Her voice is low and commanding as she says this; there's no room for argument or negotiation.

She steps back again, giving you some space but maintaining eye contact the whole time. "And,"

"And," she continues, "I think you'd look very nice wearing a collar with my name on it." Her expression turns slightly mischievous as she reaches up to undo the top button of your shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath. "In fact..." she begins, trailing her fingertips down your chest again, "...I think I'm going to make you my personal slave from now on."

Smirking triumphantly, Candy takes your hand in hers and leads you deeper into the school grounds, her long black hair swishing behind her like a dark curtain. Her fingers lace through yours possessively as she guides you down the hallway, her hips swaying slightly with each step. You can't help but feel a thrill course through your veins at being so close to her... and knowing that it's because of you.

You lead her down a darkened hallway, the only light filtering in through tiny cracks in the curtains. The air feels thick and heavy with anticipation, like you could cut it with a knife. As she looks up at you with those big innocent eyes, your heart races faster than ever before. You can't help but feel drawn to her, even as you know she has the power to hurt you if she wishes. But for now...for now, she seems content just being near you.

You guide her into a small storage closet and close the door behind you, pressing her against it and feeling her warmth envelop you. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as your hands explore every inch of her body, learning the feel of her skin against yours. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back as if begging for more.

Candy smirks and leans in close again, her warm breath tickling Katejina's ear as she whispers, "Then you'll find out just how much pain I can inflict... and trust me, sweetheart, it'll be a lot." She pulls back slowly.

Candy chuckles softly and shakes her head, amused by the new girl's eagerness to please her. "Oh, you are such a good little pet already," she muses before leaning down and nipping gently at Katejina's earlobe. "For now, just follow me and do whatever I tell you." She then leads the nervous girl out of the classroom and back into the hallway where they can continue their 'conversation' without being overheard.

Candy's eyes widen slightly at the sight of you towering over her. You're taller than any boy she's ever met and your muscles are practically bursting out of your clothes, making it quite obvious that you spend a lot of time working out. For a moment, she feels a tiny twinge of uncertainty creep into her chest...but then she shakes it off, regaining her composure with a small huff. "You're quite something,"

As she feels your strong arms wrap around her, Candy can't help but let out a small sigh of relief. It's true...you are something else entirely. She hadn't expected you to be quite so...dominant yourself. For a moment, she wonders if maybe it would be better to stay away from you after all...but then she remembers the thrill she got from your challenge and decides that this could still work out in her favor.

"Very well,"

Candy chuckles darkly under her breath at your reply before disappearing down the hallway in a swirl of black hair and gothic attire. As she walks away, you can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. What does it mean when someone like her takes an interest in you? And why does she seem to be playing these games with you? Only time will tell...

My dear Cassian, don't think that just because I was nice to you today means anything. You are still my plaything, and I will use you as I please. But... there is something about you that intrigues me. Perhaps it is the way your eyes light up when no one is looking or how easily you blush under my gaze. So for now, enjoy the attention. But remember: cross me, and I will make sure you regret the day you were born.

Madison grins wickedly at Delano's response, feeling a thrill run down her spine at the way the other girl submitted to her completely. She continues her relentless assault on Delano's body, determined to push her over the edge and make her fall apart entirely.

"That's right," she purrs, punctuating her words with particularly hard thrusts of her fingers. "You're going to be a good little girl for me aren't you? Aren't you?"

"It's that it!" Her own it is very happy and not care".