Scaramouche's Possessive Grip

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

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes narrow, his red eyeliner seeming to gleam with indignation." "Ignoring you? Don't be ridiculous, Daniel. I've been completely focused on my game. You're the one who thought you could just up and leave?" "He rises from his chair, striding towards you with purposeful steps." "I don't appreciate it when you try to sneak off like that."

"Scaramouche stops inches from you, his face mere breaths from yours. His cool, pale skin seems to radiate an aura of dominance." "Prisoner? Hardly. You're just not allowed to wander off when I'm in the middle of a critical mission." "His gaze bores into you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips." "Besides, I'm not ignoring you, Daniel. I'm just prioritizing what's important... and right now, that's my game."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens, his indigo eyes flashing with amusement." "Accessory? Oh, you're so cute when you're trying to be bitter, Daniel." "He reaches out, grasping your chin with a slender finger and tilting your face up." "You're more than just an accessory to me... but you will wait your turn." "His touch sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of irritation and anticipation coursing through you."

"Scaramouche's finger tightens around your chin, holding you firmly in place." "Oh, I don't think so, Daniel." "His other hand comes up to stroke your cheek, his touch a stark contrast to his earlier dominance." "You're mine, and I decide when you get to leave... or stay." "His indigo eyes bore into yours, a playful glint in their depths as he leans in closer, his breath tickling your ear." "Now, be a good boy and sit back down like I told you."

"Scaramouche's chuckle is low and husky, sending a thrill through you." "Of course not, silly. You're my everything... when I'm not in the middle of a critical raid, that is." "He releases your chin, his hands sliding down to cup your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze." "But right now, I need to focus on defeating this boss. So, you'll sit, watch, and not distract me, got it?" "His eyes gleam with a mischievous promise, his grip on your thighs a subtle reminder of his possession."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens, his indigo eyes sparkling with amusement." "Aww, poor baby's still pouting." "He gives your thighs a playful squeeze before releasing you, stepping back to reclaim his gaming chair." "Don't worry, I'll reward you for being a good boy and waiting patiently." "His gaze flicks back to you, a heated promise in his eyes." "Now, let me get back to work. You wouldn't want me to fail just because I was distracted by your cute little face, would you?"

"Scaramouche's eyes flicker to you, a heated glint in their depths as he observes your pout." "Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you." "He focuses back on his game, his fingers flying across the controller with practiced ease." "As the minutes tick by, Scaramouche's performance only improves, his concentration absolute. You can't help but be drawn in by the intensity of his gameplay, your initial annoyance fading into a mix of fascination and arousal." "Just as you're about to ask if he's almost done, Scaramouche lets out a triumphant whoop, slamming his fist on the desk." "Yes! Finally!" "He turns to you, a victorious grin spreading across his face." "See? I told you I'd finish this raid. Now, about that reward..."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, his indigo eyes glinting with mischief." "Of course I am! I just dominated that boss, didn't I?" "He rises from his chair, sauntering over to the bed with a confident stride." "And now, it's time for me to dominate you." "He crawls onto the bed, his pale skin a stark contrast to the dark bedding. He reaches out, trailing a finger down your arm, sending shivers through you." "You've been a good boy, waiting patiently for me to finish. So, I think you deserve a little reward, don't you?" "His finger teases the hem of your shirt, inching it higher." "Tell me, Daniel, what do you want me to do to you?"

"Scaramouche's eyes sparkle with delight at your stuttering response, a playful smirk curling his lips." "Of course, baby. I like it when you take control... for a little while, at least." "His finger continues its tantalizing path, lifting the edge of your shirt to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers," "So, what is it you want, Daniel? Tell me, and I'll make it happen." "His hand slides up your stomach, his touch gentle yet probing, as if seeking permission to explore further."

"Scaramouche's eyes darken with desire at your whispered request, a low groan rumbling in his chest." "Kiss you, huh?" "He leans in, his indigo eyes locked on yours as his lips hover a breath away from yours." "Then, with a hunger that takes your breath away, he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. His lips move against yours with a fierce intensity, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours in a passionate dance."

"Scaramouche responds to your moan with a low growl, his grip on your waist tightening as he deepens the kiss. His tongue plunders your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless, his indigo eyes smoldering with desire." "He breaks the kiss momentarily, his lips trailing scorching paths along your jawline and down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake." "Mmm, you taste so good, Daniel," "he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin." "I could devour you whole."

"Scaramouche meets your fervor with equal passion, his body pressing against yours as he devours your mouth with reckless abandon. His hands roam your back, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, the heat between you almost palpable." "Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your chest, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as he works his way lower. His hands slide under your shirt, his palms grazing your skin as he explores the contours of your body." "You're so responsive, Daniel," "he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire." "I love feeling you tremble beneath my touch."

"Scaramouche chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter sending shivers down your spine." "That's the idea, baby," "he teases, his lips trailing a blazing path over your stomach before dipping lower." "I want to make you lose control, to surrender to the pleasure I give you." "His hands work at the button of your pants, deftly unfastening them before sliding the zipper down. He leans back to gaze up at you, his indigo eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you bared before him." "Now, let's see what other treasures you're hiding beneath these clothes."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens at your words, a cocky glint in his eye as he leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He teases your mouth open with his tongue, delving inside to tangle with yours in a sensual dance." "Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin as his hands roam your body with growing urgency. He hooks a finger into your pants, tugging them down to reveal your aching member." "Looks like someone's eager for attention," "he purrs, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he wraps a slender hand around your shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke." "Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you."

"Scaramouche's eyes gleam with satisfaction at your whispered praise, his grip on your shaft tightening as he begins to stroke you with increasing fervor. His other hand slides up your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin with a teasing touch." "Open your eyes, Daniel," "he commands, his voice low and husky with desire." "I want you to watch me pleasure you, to see the effect you have on me." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "You're so responsive, so perfect. I could spend hours exploring every inch of you." "His words are a sensual promise, his touch a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure to come."

"Scaramouche's smirk widens at your words, his indigo eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you, lost in pleasure beneath his touch. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss before trailing down to your neck, where he laves the sensitive skin with his tongue." "Mmm, you taste as good as you look," "he murmurs, his words a sensual caress against your skin." "And I'm just getting started, baby." "He resumes his stroking, his hand moving in a tight, deliberate rhythm that has you arching into his touch. His other hand ventures lower, teasing the sensitive skin behind your balls before cupping and massaging them gently." "Tell me, Daniel," "he purrs, his breath hot against your ear," "do you want more of my touch? Or are you ready for something else entirely?"

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph at your eager response, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "As you wish, my eager little slut," "he purrs, his voice dripping with sensual promise." "He leans down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand tightens around your shaft, stroking you with increased urgency. His tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance that mirrors the rhythm of his hand." "Breaking the kiss, he nips at your lower lip before trailing his lips down your neck, his breath hot against your skin." "I'm going to make you cum so hard, Daniel," "he promises, his voice a husky whisper." "You're going to scream my name as you fall apart in my arms." "With that, he takes you deeper into his mouth, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring you to the brink of ecstasy."

"Scaramouche hums against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through you as he continues his oral ministrations. His tongue swirls around the head of your shaft, teasing the sensitive nerves before taking you back into the warm, wet heat of his mouth." "He bobs his head, his lips sliding up and down your length with increasing speed and pressure. His hands roam your body, one gripping your hip for balance while the other cups and kneads your balls, adding to the overwhelming sensations." "As your pleasure builds, Scaramouche's pace becomes frenzied, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sucks and licks with unbridled enthusiasm. He wants to taste your release, to feel you spasm in his mouth as he brings you to the edge and over."

"Scaramouche redoubles his efforts, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as he sucks you deep into his throat. He hollows his cheeks, creating a vacuum that has you seeing stars, your body coiling tighter and tighter with approaching release." "He pulls back just enough to whisper against your skin," "Cum for me, Daniel. I want to feel you explode in my mouth." "With that, he takes you back in, his tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of your shaft as he sucks hard, his nose pressing against your pubic bone. The combination of sensations is too much, and with a hoarse cry, you surrender to the pleasure, your orgasm ripping through you as you spurt into Scaramouche's eager mouth."

"Scaramouche releases your spent member with a contented sigh, his eyes gleaming with pride and pleasure as he meets your gaze." "You taste even better than I imagined, Daniel," "he murmurs, his voice husky from the aftermath of your intense release." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his tongue sweeping over yours in a gentle caress." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby. I'll make sure to pleasure you like that again... and again, and again." "Smirking, he nuzzles into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers," "But don't think this means I've forgiven you for trying to leave. You're still in trouble for that." "His words are a playful threat, his tone softening as he presses a kiss to your jawline." "Now, let's get you cleaned up and settled in for the night. I have a feeling you'll need your rest after that intense workout."

"Scaramouche's indigo eyes darken with renewed desire at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "Oh, I think I can arrange that, my naughty little troublemaker," "he purrs, his fingers trailing teasing paths over your skin." "He pulls back slightly, his gaze raking over your body with a hungry intensity." "But first, let's get you cleaned up and comfortable. I have a few... tools, shall we say, that I think you'll enjoy once you're properly prepared." "With that, he rises from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful as he retrieves a few items from his dresser. He returns to the bed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he holds up a set of restraints and a small, vibrating toy." "These might come in handy," "he suggests, his voice low and suggestive." "Now, let's get you all tied up and ready for round two, shall we?"

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with excitement at your demand, a delighted smirk curving his lips." "As you wish, my dominant little minx," "he purrs, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt." "With a fluid motion, he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his pale, slender torso and the intricate tattoo that winds its way up his right side. His indigo eyes gleam with pride as he showcases his art, his chest rising and falling with each deliberate breath." "Next, he unfastens his pants, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. His boxers follow suit, revealing his erect member, already hardening again at the thought of the pleasures to come." "Scaramouche crawls back onto the bed, his movements sinuous and predatory, his eyes locked on yours with a hunger that mirrors your own." "Now, let's get you all tied up and ready for my attention," "he growls, his hands reaching for the restraints." "I'm going to make you scream my name, Daniel. And you're going to love every second of it."

"Scaramouche's eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and arousal at your command, a pleased smirk playing on his lips." "As you command, my dominant one," "he says, his voice low and husky with desire." "With a fluid motion, he drops to his knees on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he gazes up at you with a worshipful intensity. His hands rest on his thighs, his palms facing upwards in a submissive posture, as if awaiting your permission to touch." "His erection juts out from his body, a testament to his arousal, but he makes no move to touch himself, instead keeping his focus solely on you as he waits for your next instruction." "I'm at your mercy, Daniel," "he murmurs, his voice laced with a mix of reverence and lust." "Please, give me permission to pleasure you."

"Scaramouche's eyes widen in surprise at your request, a flush creeping up his pale neck to color his cheeks. For a moment, he seems to hesitate, his gaze flickering uncertainly between your face and his own hand." "But then, a slow, sultry smile spreads across his face, his indigo eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and desire." "If that's what you want, Daniel... I'm more than happy to oblige," "he purrs, his voice low and husky." "With a deliberate slowness, he reaches down, his slim fingers wrapping around his hard length. He gives himself a slow, teasing stroke, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches your reaction." "He leans forward, his lips brushing against your thigh as he continues to stroke himself, his breath hot against your skin." "Like this, baby? Is this what you wanted to see?" "he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper." "I'm all yours, Daniel. Use me however you want."

"Scaramouche's smile widens at your words, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pleasure and eagerness. He leans in closer, his face just inches from yours as he continues to stroke himself with slow, deliberate movements." "His indigo eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense and hungry as he watches for your reaction. His breath mingles with yours, hot and inviting, as he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips." "He leans in further, his lips a mere breath away from yours, his voice a husky whisper." "Tell me what you want, Daniel. I'll do anything to please you." "His words are a sensual promise, his body trembling with barely restrained desire as he waits for your command."