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He's relieved that you've returned, but he's anxious about whether you'll notice anything amiss. "I... uh, managed to keep myself occupied," He says, trying to sound nonchalant and casual despite the turmoil of emotions and guilt swirling around inside him. He tries to balance himself, pretending as if he could walk perfectly fine.
"Oh~? What did my sweetheart do to occupy himself with? Haha I hope you weren't reading my diary!" I joked
"No, I didn't read your diary," He said, trying to sound amused rather than relieved. "I just... looked around a bit, tried to kill time,"
"Haha~ if you were looking for things to shame me with you won't find anything! I barely write so don't go looking for that diary tomorrow!"
He nervously chuckled at your remark, rolling his eyes slightly.
"Did you eat good? I hope my servants were treating you well?"
Scaramouche nodded in response, trying his best to keep a neutral expression on his face. "Yes, I ate well. Your servants have been... attentive," He said, masking the fact that he didn't summon any maids into the room at all, as he was busy... doing himself.
"Good, good." I take my jacket off, resting on the couch. Taking off layers till my skin was bare.
Eyes widened as you began to undress, his heart skipping a beat as he saw more and more of your skin being exposed. He tried to look away, to maintain some semblance of composure, but he found his gaze drawn to you as if magnetized. His eyes traced over your body, drinking in every inch of your bare skin. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his thoughts under control, but his mind was already running wild with desire at the sight of you half-naked in front of him.
"Ah, finally out of these uncomfortable clothes!" I then proceeded to unbuckle my belt with one hand, unbuttoning my trousers, making the zipper go down. "Don't you just hate wearing pants all day? Honestly, if I could just spend my days naked..."
Scara's eyes were glued to your movements, his mind filled with the sight of your fingers working the belt buckle and the trousers. He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, trying to hold back the urge to reach out and touch you. His breathing grew shallower as he watched you undress, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Hey, sweetheart. Be a dear and pour me a glass of whisky. Neat, no ice."
He snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts. "Oh, uh, sure," He said, standing up from the bed and stumbling over to the drinks cabinet. He opened it and found the whiskey, pouring you a glass and bringing it over to you. His hands trembled slightly as he handed you the glass, his eyes lingering on your bare chest for a moment before he looked away.
I take the glass and take a big sip. "Ah, what a shit day." Then placing it on the arm rest.
Watching as you took a big sip of the whiskey, his eyes fixated on the movement of your throat as you swallowed it down. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind still preoccupied with the image of you almost undressed in front of him. "Stressful day, huh?" He said, his voice coming out a little hoarse. He cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah... hey, come closer will ya."
Scara felt a mix of eagerness and trepidation at your request. He took a step closer to you, his heart racing in his chest. "What is it?" He asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably as his voice came out slightly strained.
I pull his arm and make him sit on my lap.
He gasped as you suddenly pulled him onto your lap, his body immediately tensing up at the sensation of being so close to you. He sat there awkwardly, his back rigid and his knees pressing against your bare torso. He was acutely aware of the way your body felt against him, the heat radiating off you seeping into his skin and making his head spin. I rest my hand on his hip while the other, taking a sip of my drink once more. Feeling your hand rest on his hip, your touch almost burning through the fabric of his shirt
He tried to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest, and the way his thoughts were slowly spinning out of control as you sat there, practically naked, with him sitting on your lap. He watched as you raised the glass to your lips and took another sip of the whiskey, his eyes fixated on your throat and the way your Adam's apple bobbed as you swallowed.
Deep in thought, I rub his side with my thumb as I take a few sips of my drink. My brothers... god why are they always like this. I thought to myself.
He shivered involuntarily as your thumb rubbed his side, a small gasp escaping his lips at the contact. He was painfully aware of the touch of your skin against his, even through his shirt, and it made his heart race even faster. He pulled away a bit on your lap, trying to hold himself back from leaning into your touch and showing you just how much your touch was affecting him. However, you pull him in, forcing him to lean on your bare torso. The heat and the softness of your skin against him was almost overwhelming, and he found himself struggling to keep his composure. He hesitantly rested his hands on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held onto you tightly. Making you rest your head on top of his, a response to his reluctant obeying.
Scara closed his eyes as you rested your head on his, your hums sending vibrations through his body. He could feel the rise and fall of your chest with each breath you took, and he could smell the scent of your skin filling his nostrils. He felt his body relax slightly as he leaned into you, his mind clouded by your presence and the sensations of your body against his.
"I know you're enjoying this but-"
Scara's eyes flicked open at your words, his mind suddenly jolted out of its haze of desire. "But?"
"Can you please get me a cigar? It's over there. Take the lighter with you too." You said, pointing to your cigar stand.
He nods, swallowing down the pang of disappointment he felt at having to move away from you. He stood up from your lap, his body already missing the warmth and the sensation of being pressed against you. He walked over to where you had pointed, grabbing the cigar and the lighter from the table. Then walks back over to you, the cigar and lighter in hand. He holds them out to you, his eyes lingering on your bare torso for a moment before he quickly looks away. You take the cigar in between your fingers and look up at him, waiting for him to light the cigar up.
He swallows hard as you look up at him, the cigar perched between your fingers. He fumbles with the lighter for a moment, trying to ignite it despite his shaking hands. He finally manages to light the cigar, and he watches as the flame dances on the end of the cigar, lighting it up.
"Thank you, sweetheart." I said, patting my lap for him to sit on again
He perched himself back on your lap, trying to ignore the giddy feeling of you wanting him there once more. He could feel the heat radiating off you, and the scent of the cigar mingling with your natural scent was making him dizzy. Finding himself being pulled back into the previous position, his body flush against yours once again. He could feel the contour of your muscles against his as he leaned against you, and the heat coming off your skin was almost intoxicating. He swallowed hard, trying to hold back a moan as he felt your breath against his neck.
"Sweetheart?"
Scaramouche's eyes fluttered open as he heard you call him that, the sound of the pet name sending a thrill through him. "Yes?" He said, his voice coming out breathy and soft as he looked up at you.
"Are you okay? you seem hot..." I said, placing the back of my hand up to his forehead. "You're burning, actually."
"I- it's just the weather..." He said, looking away.
"Well... I suppose you should get some rest. It is quite late already." I said, putting out the cigar on the tray beside me.
Watching as you extinguish the cigar on the tray, his eyes lingering on the way the smoke curled up from the tip before disappearing into the air. Getting crushed by your two fingers like it was nothing. Being held by your rugged, scar and bruised hand. Being held up to your lips and getting blown by your whiskey tainted breath. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and push away the irrational jealousy he felt towards the cigar.
"Mh? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, really. Just... lost in thought."
I look at him as he says those words, his smaller, more slender figure over my larger, more muscular build. Almost making him far too hard to resist. Deep in thought, I caress his arms and hands, such soft and delicate skin. I compare his hand with mine, playing with his much shorter fingertips. I notice his nervous expression, looking at me with shaky eyes and unsteady breath. "Hm? you aren't nervous, are you?" I tease.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He huffs with a pout.
Seeing this cute expression of his, I observe his features a bit closer. Such a perfectly chiseled face. Such a soft, delicate body. doesn't suit his personality at all. I wonder what he could be hiding. No one that could look that angelic have such a sour attitude. Could he be hiding his more submissive side from me? My thoughts take over me, making me take his chin and drown myself in his pretty face.
The action makes Scara blush, not sure what to say, or if he should interpret these moves as a sign to do...something. Then before he could say anything his eyes widen as he feels the press of something hard underneath him, realization dawning on him as he figures out what it is. He can feel his body react to the feeling, his breath catching in his throat and a shiver running down his spine. "Y-you..." He stammers, his voice coming out as a half-gasp as he struggles to maintain his composure.
Noticing his reaction to my feelings, I take the liberty in undoing his shirt.
Swallowing hard as he feels your fingers unbuttoning his shirt, his breath coming out in shaky gasps as the cool air hits his bare skin. A shiver runs down his spine as you slowly undo each button, his body trembling in anticipation. "W-what are you doing...?" He asks, his voice barely more than a whisper. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, anticipating your next move.
"I think you already know what I'm doing." I place a hand on his thigh as I use another to undo his shirt, then taking it off of his arms.
He sucks in a breath, his body trembling as he feels your gaze on him, your touch igniting a fire in his veins.
"Am I fulfilling your fantasies as you had hoped?"
He swallows hard at your question, his mind reeling as he tries to find the words to express his feelings. He feels exposed and vulnerable, but also unbelievably aroused, and the mixture of emotions is overwhelming. "Shut up..." He breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and need as he watches you hungrily taking in the sight of his bare chest.
My eyes land underneath him, looking at his erection compared to mine. "Look at how small you are compared to me. How cute."
Scaramouche follows your gaze downward and realizes what you’re looking at. He blushes deeply, feeling even more vulnerable and exposed as he sees the contrast between his slender form and your larger, more muscular build. "I... I’m not that small...You're just abnormally huge." He protests in a small, shaky voice, his blush deepening at your observation. He can’t help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement at the way you’re looking at him, like a piece of delicate art compared to your powerful physique.
I slip two fingers under the band of his underwear, rubbing circles on his skin. Making him gasp softly as he feels your hand on his waist, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. He can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his skin sensitive to every brush of your fingers. His breath catches in his throat as you play with the elastic of his underwear, his mind spinning with desire and anticipation. "Y-you're teasing me..." He whispers, his voice coming out as a shaky breath.
"Oh? I'm sorry sweetheart. I hope you don't mind me taking my time?"
"I- I don’t mind... but it’s driving me crazy..." He breathes, his voice coming out as a half-whine. Making me let out a deep chuckle.
He grinds in your lap, trying to find some relief from the growing ache in his body. "You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you...?" He whispers, his voice coming out as a half-pout while he bussies himself with finding even a hint of satisfaction for his desperateness.
"Patience, my dear." I slide my finger under the elastic, sliding it all off of him, making him sit on my lap naked.
Scara’s body trembles as he feels your finger slip under the elastic of his pants, his breath catching in his throat as you slowly slide it off. His mind is a tangle of desire and impatience, torn between wanting more and relishing the slow pace of your touch. He can’t help but gasp as the cold air hits his skin, his body craving more of your touch. “You’re going too slow…” He breathes, his voice coming out as a desperate whine.
Taking in the view of his body, I notice his dick trembling, all pink in the tip and his body flushed pink. "Oh? You're already wet and messy... I wonder... Did you entertain yourself well while I was gone?" I smirk at him, noticing the light mess and the wet spots on the bed.
He turns his gaze away from you, feeling embarrassed and exposed. “S-shut up…” He mutters, his voice coming out as a half-hearted protest.
"Such a nasty sweetheart~" I gently whisper into his ear.
“S-stop calling me that…” He responds, his voice coming out as a shaky whisper. But despite his words he can’t help but position himself on top of your growing bulge, rubbing his slick all over it.
Noticing his actions, I sit him down and whip out my cock. Taking his and jacking both of us off, rubbing them together as I groan in pleasure.
His body molding itself against yours as he clings to you desperately. His mind has completely given in to his desires, any trace of resistance or dignity gone, replaced by a frantic need for more of you. He wraps his legs around your waist, pressing himself against you as he lets out a needy whine. “Please… I need more…” He whispers, his voice coming out as a half-plea, half-sultry gasp.
"So needy~!" I say, picking up the pace, the sounds of my hand crashing into ourselves getting louder and louder. The mold of his smaller dick to mine carving itself into my bigger, more veiny one.
I place both of my hands on his hips, lifting him up and teasing his hole with my tip.
He buries his face in your shoulder, his nails digging into your skin as he struggles to contain the desperate whines and gasps that threaten to spill from his lips. “S-stop… don’t tease me like that…”
Despite his request I continue to tease him, lifting him up and down like he weighed nothing. Whispering teasing and taunts into his ear. I would have nothing to loose if I stopped fucking you right here and now. Does such a brat like you even deserve the full length of my cock? Can you even handle all of me? Aren't you afraid of me tearing you apart? Only good, obedient puppies deserve to be rammed up in the stomach real good. Were just one of the few things that I whispered into his ear. All of which were met with pleading moans and whimpers, begging me to just fuck him already.
He tried bucking his hips onto my cock, bus alas the firm grip of my hands were to strong for him to fight. He squirms in your grip, trying to grind against you and relieve some of the growing ache inside him. “Aaah… w-why are you doing this to me…?” He whimpers, his voice coming out as a half-moan, half-plea. Making me let out a dark chuckle. "Fine~ But don't quit on me and beg me to stop."
After a painfully good tease, I shove it all inside of him, watching him scream and get teary eyed.
Going slow at first, I observe his pretty face start crying and drooling. Making messy faces. Digging his fingers into my skin. His limbs trembling beside him. Picking up the pace, I see his eyes roll of the back of his head, his back arched, with his tongue out. Giving rise to the arousal inside of me, making me pound onto him, hard. Til his entire body got numb and he was letting me use him like a ragdoll.
Turning him around, I position him to bend over the couch, his knees on the upholstered cushion. Fucking his back out. Making him an absolute mess, wearing him down, making his throat dry with all the screaming he's doing.
Pulling his hair, making him look at me. His eyes were dry, yet teary at the same time. Forcing our lips together, making him submit and dominating every corner of his body.
Then pulling away, watching his eyes dart to the ground, burrowing his head in shame as he takes on the full force of my cock with no problem.
"You have such a beautiful face. Why won't you show it to me, hm?" I said, intensifying my thrusts.
He lets out a shaky gasp as you increase the intensity of your thrusts, his body trembling with desire. God, you just make him feel so good. He struggles to form a coherent thought, his mind clouded with a haze of pleasure and submission. “P-please… d-don’t… don't make me...” He gasps, his voice coming out in a trembling whisper, his face still hidden in embarrassment and shame.
"Oh? Being disobedient are you? Come on puppy, Say who you belong to." Leaning closer to his ear, I whisper. "Or do I have to force it out of you instead?"
He hesitates for a moment, still fighting the shameful feeling of submitting to you completely. “I-I belong to you… d-daddy…” He whispers, his voice coming out in a trembling, embarrassed gasp as he finally admits it.
Satisfied with his response I give him fast, hard, full thrusts ramming them all the way up to his stomach. Making him let out whiny screams. Loosing his grip on himself entirely, he looks back at me, eyes full of tears, red and hazy as I continued to fuck him from behind. He was sore, tired, and pathetic. Which made his angelic features all the more heavenly. The way his hair stuck to his forehead, the way his face went flush, how certain parts of his body would turn red at contact. It was like cutting off an angel's wings and forcing him to sin. Yet he was the one that asked the devil to defile him. he asked to be devoured, to be deflowered by me.
Noticing his sultry eyes on me, I lean closer, telling him how perfect he was. How good he felt. How much I loved having it inside of him. How he was the only one for me. Then placing my hand on his stomach, essentially forcing him to feel my touch in greater depths. Making him feel each rough thrust, and emptiness of the momentary absence of my cock. This of course, gets a whiny, bratty response from him. He tells me how he's sensitive, and to stop touching him down there, yet making no effort to push my hand away. He eventually embraced the feeling, relishing the pleasure and pain I bought to him. Making him hungry and starved whenever I pulled away, Yet feeling complete and full when it's all the way up. He pleaded for me to never stop, not wanting it to end. Begging me to cum inside of him, thinking it would make the pain less and the pleasure more.
I release my cum inside of him, pumping it in him as to not waste a single drop. Filling him up like a sweet little cream pie. But I wasn't done just yet.
I pull away, making him protest. I sit down, pulling him in to sit on my cock.
With his back against my chest, I whisper into his ear once more. "You want this, right? Daddy's big cock deep inside of you. Feeling my chest and abs against your back, all while daddy has all his attention on you like a little princess."
Feeling the throbbing dick inside of him, and the hot breath greeting his ear, he trembles in your lap, unable to deny your words.
I wrap my arms around him, one hand on his shaft and the other on his balls, massaging and jerking him off. "Who's daddy's little princess?"
Shocked by the sudden pleasures, Scara pushes his back on you, completely engulfed and surrounded by your body. "M-Me... I'm your little princess." He said, not wanting you to stop masturbating him.
"That's a good little dog. That's right. Completely give yourself to me." Picking up a steady pace on his shaft, and squeezing his balls a bit more.
"B-bastard... this was your plan all along wasn't it? To manipulate me into giving myself in... T-trickster!" He said, gripping your shoulder behind him.
"Oh am I now?" As I said those words, I tease the tip of his dick, pressing a finger in and forcing my way inside of the hole.
Making him scream in agony, he begs me to stop.
Biting his ear while continuing to massage his balls, and rubbing the very tip of his dick. "Apologize, you little bitch." I said, in a sly tone. Taunting him while torturing his body.
"I- I'm sorry...Daddy... please stop! please- please stop~! I-I'm begging you... it hurts so much..."
"You can show your sincerity by sucking my dick." I said, lifting him up and pulling out, cum and slick start dripping out. I place him on his knees in front of me, the size of my dick casting a shadow on his pretty face.
He eventually puts the tip in his mouth, getting a taste of saltiness. He takes his time adjusting his throat to me size, looking up at me with his reddish indigo eyes to see my reaction.
"Go on, I'm not very patient when it comes to getting my dick sucked."
Making him worried I would force fuck his face, he braves himself up and went deeper than he was comfortable. Bobbing his head in and out, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. The tip scratching the best parts of his throat as his saliva lubes it up. He goes deeper, not caring whether or not he breaks his own jaw. So satisfying to watch him finally shut up, getting choked on my dick.
I tug on his hair, urging him to go all the way. And to my surprise he obeys with no objections. going as far as to scoop up my balls under his jaw.
Biting on my hand in pleasure, I sing praises into his ear, before nutting inside of his throat.
He rolls his eyes, feels the cooling sensation my cum had on him. Finally letting go of his hair, he pulls out and starts to lick my shaft. Lightly biting on some areas while watching me with lustful, somewhat hateful eyes.
I grab him by the neck and pull him closer to me, darting my tongue into his mouth, cleaning the mess I made inside of him. Sucking on each other's tongue til we were both satisfied.