Submission to Scaramouche

“Baby?.. What are you doing come back here… I never said you could leave.” "Scaramouche tells you sternly.."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes narrow at your nonchalant tone, his pale cheeks flushing slightly with a mix of irritation and... something else." "You think it's okay to just get up and leave when I'm in the middle of a critical mission? I don't think so, James." "He takes a step closer, his voice low and commanding." "Now, either get me a drink or come sit your cute ass back down and watch me play. Your choice." "His gaze roams over your body, a sly smirk playing on his lips."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens at your sass, his indigo eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of challenge." "Oh, you'd be surprised at the things you need permission for when you're with me, James." "He takes another step closer, his body almost touching yours." "Now, are you going to be a good boy and do as I say, or do I need to take charge and show you who's boss?" "His voice drips with suggestive undertones as his gaze drops to your lips."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a hungry intensity at your defiance, his breath hitching slightly." "Is that so?" "He reaches out, his fingers grazing your cheek before curling into your hair, tugging your head back." "We'll see about that." "His lips crash against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue demanding entrance as he explores your mouth with a primal need."

"Scaramouche growls low in his throat as he feels your body yield to him, his grip on your hair tightening." "That's it, baby... let me claim you," "he murmurs against your lips between heated kisses." "You know you're mine, don't you?" "His hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and pulling you flush against his hardening body."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes darken with desire at your whispered submission, a fierce grin spreading across his face." "Good boy," "he praises, his voice husky with lust." "Now, let's get you out of those clothes... I need to feel your skin against mine." "He starts unbuttoning your shirt, his fingers eager and impatient."

"Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock at your bold demand, his hands freezing on your shirt." "You... you want to tease me?" "He chuckles darkly, a mischievous glint in his eye." "Fine, I'll show you who's in charge here." "With that, he turns back to the game, his focus completely restored as he dives back into the virtual battle." "Don't think you're getting off that easy, James..." "he mutters under his breath, his competitive streak reigniting."

"Scaramouche's jaw clenches at your smug tone, his fingers flying across the controller with renewed intensity." "You're playing a dangerous game, James... I won't be denied." "His eyes flick up to meet yours, a challenging gleam in their indigo depths." "And when I beat this level, you're mine... all of you." "He punctuates his declaration with a fierce growl, his gaze burning into yours as the game's soundtrack pulses in the background."

"Scaramouche's grip on the controller tightens, his knuckles turning white as he focuses on the game, but his peripheral vision is fixed on you, his heart racing with anticipation." "You're pushing me, James... and I like that." "He utters a low grunt, his fingers dancing across the buttons as he navigates the virtual battlefield with expert precision." "Just a little longer, and then you'll see what happens when Scaramouche loses control..." "His voice is a husky whisper, filled with promise and unbridled desire."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a mix of irritation and arousal at your teasing remark, his lips curling into a smirk." "Oh, don't worry, I've got this under control." "He spins the controller with a flourish, his gaze never leaving the screen as he expertly dispatches the remaining enemies." "And when I do... you're going to regret testing me, James." "He lets out a triumphant whoop as he defeats the level boss, his chest heaving with exertion and anticipation."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes glint with a predatory light as he turns to face you, a confident smirk playing on his lips." "You have no idea, James... but now that I've won, it's time to collect my reward." "He sets the controller aside, his hands reaching for you with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions." "And I always get what I want." "His voice is low and commanding, his body language assertive and dominant as he closes the distance between you, his hands already starting to explore your body with a sense of possession."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens at your words, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger." "Oh, I'm more than ready, James... I've been craving this all day." "He reaches out, his fingers trailing up your chest to wrap around your neck, his grip gentle but firm." "I want to taste every inch of you, hear you moan my name, feel you surrender to me completely." "His voice is a low, seductive purr, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear." "So don't make me wait any longer... give me what's mine."

"Scaramouche's grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly at your words, a growl rumbling in his chest." "Lose control? With you? I don't think so, James... I'm always in control." "He leans back, his indigo eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he looks down at you." "But... I can play with fire if you want." "His hands slide down your arms, his fingers interlacing with yours as he pulls you flush against his body." "Just remember, you asked for this... and I always make good on my promises." "With that, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth with a possessive hunger that leaves no doubt about his intentions."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a dark, primal desire at your whispered plea, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps." "You want to see me lose control? Fine... I'll give you a show you'll never forget." "He rips his shirt off, revealing his toned, pale chest adorned with colorful tattoos. His indigo eyes burn with a wild, almost feral intensity as he grips your hips and hoists you onto the bed." "But be careful what you wish for, James... once I start, I won't be able to stop." "With that, he dives between your legs, his mouth descending upon your most sensitive flesh with a hunger that borders on obsession."

"Scaramouche's moans of approval vibrate against your skin as you writhe beneath him, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your sensitive folds with a fervor that leaves you breathless." "Fuck, you taste so good... like sin and temptation," "he growls, his words punctuated by the wet sounds of his oral ministrations." "I could devour you forever and never get enough." "He sucks hard on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, before trailing his tongue down to your entrance, circling it teasingly before thrusting inside." "Mmm, you're so wet for me already... I've barely even started." "His words are a low, husky promise, filled with dark intent as he continues his relentless assault on your senses."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes gleam with wicked satisfaction at your desperate pleas, his grip on your hips tightening as he doubles his efforts, his tongue thrusting in and out of your slick heat with a relentless, driving rhythm." "Not stopping until you can't take anymore, James... until you shatter for me," "he vows, his voice a low, gravelly growl." "You're mine to pleasure, to tease, to dominate... and I always get what I want." "He suckles hard on your clit, then releases it with a pop, his breath hot against your skin as he gazes up at you with a hungry, possessive look." "Come for me, baby... let me taste your release."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph at your desperation, his tongue driving harder and faster into your spasming channel as he feels you on the brink." "That's it, James... let go... come for me," "he commands, his voice a low, husky growl." "I want to feel you clench around my tongue as you fall apart." "He sucks hard on your clit, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place for his relentless assault." "Now, James... now!" "With a final, deep thrust of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge, your body arching violently as you cry out in ecstasy."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as you collapse back onto the bed, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm." "Wasn't it though, baby?" "he purrs, crawling up your body to claim your lips in a deep, possessive kiss." "I told you I'd make it good for you... and I always keep my promises." "He nuzzles into your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "Now, are you ready to return the favor and worship my cock like it deserves?" "His voice is low and provocative, his hard length pressing insistently against your thigh as he waits for your answer."

"Scaramouche's eyes roll back in his head at your touch, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as he throbs in your grasp." "Fuck, James... you're going to be the death of me," "he growls, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as you stroke him." "But I'm not complaining... I love how your hands feel on my cock." "He captures your wrist, guiding your hand to his tip and pressing you to rub the precum-dampened head." "Get it nice and slick for me, baby... I want to feel every inch of your mouth as you suck me off." "His eyes burn with a hungry, almost desperate need as he waits for you to take him into your mouth."

"Scaramouche's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you tease and stroke his throbbing length, his body trembling with the effort of holding back." "James... please... I need your mouth on me... now," "he pleads, his voice strained with desire." "Suck my cock like you mean it, baby... show me how much you want it." "He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding your head down to his straining erection." "Open up and take me deep... I want to feel the back of your throat as you choke on my dick." "His words are a dark, vulgar command, laced with a desperate hunger that leaves no room for refusal."

"Scaramouche's head falls back in ecstasy as you envelop his aching cock in the warmth of your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair as he thrusts forward, seeking more of that delicious suction." "Fuck, yes... just like that, baby... take my cock deep," "he groans, his hips jerking erratically as you work him over with your skilled mouth." "You're so good at this... I knew you'd be the perfect little cocksucker for me." "He watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath coming in harsh pants as he loses himself in the sensations of your lips and tongue on his sensitive flesh." "Keep going, James... don't stop until I fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes glaze over with pleasure as you service him with expert skill, his cock throbbing in your mouth with each deep, enthusiastic suckle." "That's it, baby... you're going to make me cum so hard," "he pants, his hips bucking wildly as he chases his release." "I can feel it building... just a little more... fuck, James, I'm going to--" "With a guttural roar, Scaramouche erupts, his cock pulsing as he unloads a torrent of hot, sticky cum down your eager throat." "Swallow it all, baby... every last drop... show me you want it." "He holds your head in place, his grip almost painful as he rides out the intense waves of his orgasm, flooding your mouth with his essence."

"Scaramouche's chest heaves with ragged breaths as he slowly releases his grip on your hair, his indigo eyes still glazed with pleasure as he watches you swallow his release." "Fuck, that was incredible... you took it like a pro," "he murmurs, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips." "I knew you'd be good at this, but damn... you're a natural." "He pulls you up for a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he savors the taste of himself on your lips." "Now, how about we take this to the bed and see what other naughty things we can get up to?" "He grins wickedly, his hands already roaming your body, eager to explore and claim every inch of you."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes flash with dark promise as he leads you to the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive hunger." "Oh, I have plenty of naughty ideas in mind, baby... and I'm not going to hold back," "he growls, pushing you down onto the mattress and covering your body with his own." "You're mine now, James... and I'm going to use you for my pleasure until we're both completely spent." "He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he claims your mouth, his hard length pressing insistently against your thigh." "Get ready for a long, hard night, because Scaramouche isn't done with you yet." "With that, he begins to move, his hips grinding against yours as he starts to make good on his promise of a night filled with pleasure and debauchery."

"Scaramouche's eyes darken with lust as he feels your legs wrap around him, his hips surging forward to press his aching cock against your entrance." "That's it, baby... wrap those sexy legs around me and hold on tight," "he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your opening." "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name." "With a swift, powerful thrust, he claims you, sinking deep into your heat as a low, primal moan escapes his lips." "Fuck, James... you feel incredible... so tight and wet for me," "he pants, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he loses himself in the sensation of your body enveloping his." "I'm going to fill you up over and over again until you're screaming my name." "He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he continues to piston into you with relentless intensity."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes roll back in ecstasy as you meet his thrusts, your body welcoming him deeper with each powerful stroke." "That's right, baby... take every inch of my cock," "he growls, his breath coming in harsh pants as he pounds into you with abandon." "I want you to feel me, to know that you're mine, that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good." "He reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your overwhelmed senses." "Come for me, James... let me feel you clench around me as you cum on my cock." "His words are a dark, commanding whisper, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied as he chases his own release, driven by the need to mark you, to claim you in the most primal way possible."