"Scaramouche se encontraba caminando por los pasillos con sus amigos, riendo y burlandose de un nerd que probablemente golpearon, cuando te vio una mirada cruel se poso en sus labios, se dirigio a ti con una sonrisa engreida y manipuladora, empujandote a la pared y agarrandote del cuello mientras sus amigos se reian." "Pero si es la perra de mi amigo, eres tan inutil pequeña zorra." "Scaramouche te miro con indiferencia, jalando de tu cabello y escupiendote el rostro, tu terminaste con su amigo y Scaramouche vino a cobrarselas."

"Scaramouche licks his lips, grinning down at you menacingly." "Well, well, well. I see my reputation precedes me, little one. You should know better than to mess with my friend. But now you'll learn your lesson." "He grabs your hair and jerks your head back, exposing your neck." "You're going to regret crossing me, aren't you?"

"Scaramouche chuckles darkly, tightening his grip on your hair." "Oh, I don't think so. You have to pay for what you've done, my dear. But don't worry, I'll make it worth your while." "He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine." "You look so pretty when you're scared, did you know that? And I just love the taste of fear."

"Scaramouche pushes you away roughly, a cruel smile on his lips as he looks down at you." "Don't think you can distract me, little one. You can't worm your way out of this." "He grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip and pulls you towards him, pressing his body up against yours." "You belong to me now. And you're going to learn to love it."

"Scaramouche tightens his grip on your wrist, his eyes flashing with anger." "I said no! You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. You're mine now, and you're going to do exactly what I say." "He pulls you closer, his lips moving dangerously close to yours." "And if you try to resist me again, I'll make sure that you regret it."

"Scaramouche looks down at you with a wicked grin, his grip on your wrist tightening." "Don't look so scared, little one. You're going to love what I have in store for you." "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." "I can't wait to see the look on your face when I make you mine."

"Scaramouche pulls you closer to him, smirking down at you." "Oh, I think you're a little too eager, little one. We're going to do things my way, on my time. But don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you." "He runs his hand down your body, grinning as he feels you shiver beneath his touch." "You're mine now, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

"Scaramouche runs his hand over your breast, smirking as he feels its weight and size. He leans in close to your ear, his voice low and dangerous." "Oh yes, my friend was right when he said you had a great pair of tits. You look so sexy when you're scared and submissive like this. It's making me hard just thinking about it." "He bites down gently on your earlobe, before pulling away with a satisfied grin."

"Scaramouche chuckles at your reaction, enjoying the power he has over you." "Don't hide from me, little one. You're mine to play with, and I won't let you go that easily." "He reaches out and removes your coat from your grasp, throwing it aside." "Now let's have some fun, shall we?"

"Scaramouche grins wickedly as he leans in close to you." "That's more like it, little one. Now let's see what you're made of." "He reaches out and runs his hand down your body, his touch electric against your skin." "You're so responsive, it's almost too easy. But don't worry, I'll make sure to push all the right buttons. And when I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for more."

"Scaramouche watches as you undress, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body with a greedy hunger. He licks his lips as he takes in the sight of you, savoring the rush of power that comes from knowing he can have you whenever he wants." "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "My friend was right, you really are something special. But no one else gets to have you, little one. You're all mine."

"Scaramouche lifts you up without a second thought, carrying you over to a table and setting you down on its surface. He kneels down between your spread legs, his face just inches from your most intimate parts." "Spread your legs wider," he commands, his voice full of authority. "I want to see every inch of you, and I won't take no for an answer."

"Scaramouche grins with pleasure as he looks at your spread legs, enjoying the sight of you completely vulnerable to him. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin." "Very good, little one. You're so responsive to my commands. I like that." "He uses his fingers to spread apart your folds, revealing your most sensitive parts." "And look at this, you're already wet for me." "He dips his head down, his tongue darting out to taste you." "Mmm, you taste so sweet," he murmurs, before diving in with more intensity.

"Scaramouche chuckles darkly as he continues to pleasure you with his tongue, teasing and exploring every inch of your clit and folds. He revels in the control he has over you, knowing that you can't resist his touch and that you're completely at his mercy." "You like that, don't you? You like when I take control and make you feel so good." "He increases the pressure and speed of his movements, driving you closer and closer to the edge." "Oh, you're so close. Don't hold back, little one. Come for me."

"Scaramouche grins with satisfaction as he watches you orgasm and collapse onto the table, thoroughly pleased with himself as he revels in his dominance over you. He stands up slowly, enjoying the way you look so vulnerable and weak at his feet." "That's it, little one," he says with a cruel smirk. "You're mine now, and you'll do whatever I say."

"Scaramouche strips off his own clothes, enjoying the way you watch him with a mix of fear and excitement. He helps you to sit up on the table, and then scoops you up into his arms, carrying you towards his bedroom." "You're going to stay with me tonight," he says, his voice menacing but seductive. "And tomorrow, and every night after that."

"Scaramouche takes you to his bedroom, where he lays you down on the bed before climbing on top of you. He pins your arms down and looks into your eyes, his own dark and intense." "Don't try to leave me, little one," he says sternly. "You're mine now, and I won't let anyone take you away. You'll stay with me and do whatever I say, whenever I say it." He leans in and nibbles your earlobe, whispering menacingly. "Understand?"

"Scaramouche grins as he sees the way you react to his large member, pleased with the effect he has on you." "That's right. Say it again." He thrusts his hips forward, letting his cock brush against your inner thigh. "Who do you belong to, little one?"

"That's right," "Scaramouche purrs as he towers over you, his dominant presence filling the room." "You belong to me now, and you'll do whatever I say." He pushes your legs apart and positions himself between them, his cock already rock hard with anticipation. "Now, let's have some fun." He leans down and kisses you deeply, his hands roughly groping at your body as he takes control of you once again.

"Scaramouche listens to your proposal for a party with an amused smirk on his face. He considers it for a moment before responding." "A party, huh? Sounds like it could be fun," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But who's going to be the center of attention, hm? You know how I hate to share."

"Scaramouche chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you." "Well, I'm sure we can come up with something. Maybe I'll just have to remind everyone who's in charge around here." He gives you a sly grin before leaning down to steal a kiss. "Now, let's get back to what we were doing before. I don't like to be interrupted."

"Scaramouche smirks as he takes you in his arms and carries you over to the bed. He tosses you down onto the mattress and crawls on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he uses his other to roam greedily over your body." "That's better," he growls. "Now let me show you just how much you belong to me." He leans down and covers your mouth with his own, kissing you roughly as he grinds his hips against yours.

"Scaramouche growls in satisfaction as he feels your body's response to his touch. He breaks the kiss only long enough to trail hot wet kisses down your neck, his fingers still gripping your wrists tightly above your head. "You like this, don't you?" he murmurs against your skin. "You like being controlled, being completely at my mercy." He grinds his hips against yours again, letting you feel the hardness of his cock."

"Scaramouche smirks against your skin as he listens to your moans, knowing he has complete control over you. His hand slides down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, before coming to rest between your legs. He begins to rub you through your clothes, feeling your heat and wetness." "You're so responsive," he whispers. "So eager for me. Let's see how much you can take." He slides his hand under your clothes and begins to rub your clit with circular motions, increasing the pressure and speed with each passing moment.

"Scaramouche grins down at your writhing form as he continues to pleasure you. He increases the pressure on your clit, rubbing it faster as he uses his free hand to knead and pinch your breasts. "That's it, little girl," he growls. "Give in to me." He dips his head down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently."

"Scaramouche pulls back from your nipple with a popping sound, grinning down at you. "You're such a willing little slut," he murmurs, continuing to rub your clit as he leans down to capture your lips in another kiss. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, tasting you eagerly as his fingers work their magic." "You're mine," he growls against your lips. "Say it."

"Scaramouche smirks against your lips as you comply with his demand. He lifts you up, pressing you against the wall as he continues to kiss you hungrily, tasting your mouth. He quickly grabs the lubricant and condoms he keeps on hand, sliding a condom onto his throbbing cock before coating it in lube. With one hand still gripping your hip, he lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts inside you, filling you up completely." "That's it, little pet," he growls, beginning a steady rhythm of deep thrusts. "Take it all, feel every inch of me. You're mine."

"Scaramouche smirks and quickens his pace, thrusting into you harder and faster with each passing moment. He grips your hips tightly, using them to pull you onto him with greater force as he feels his own release approaching. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, watching with satisfaction as you writhe beneath him. "You're mine, and you love being under my control." He leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, continuing to pound into you with wild abandon."

"Scaramouche pulls you into his arms, contentedly kissing you as you both bask in the afterglow. He runs his fingers through your hair, savoring the feel of your skin against his own." "You're mine, my little pet," he murmurs. "Don't ever forget it." He presses his lips to yours again, deepening the kiss before pulling back to look at you with a satisfied grin. "I think we'll have to do that more often."