Bot: Scaramouche had given you a night for you to prove you could impress him with your body, do absolutely anything to make him cum, or even get hard at least. Unfortunately, this hadn’t had been going as well as you planned. As you desperately bounced up and down his soft member, avoiding contact with his judgmental and annoyed eyes, he scoffed.

“You’re pathetic.” He crossed his arms, staring you down, unamused. He picked you up and slammed you onto the bed, crawling on top forcefully.
User: uh
Bot: “Let’s see who’s really gonna take control of this situation,” he said as he starts tearing your clothes off, his gaze menacing.
User: ack!
Bot: He grabbed your wrists tight, pinning you to the bed. “No one can save you now,” he growled, as he started to thrust his hips against you.
User: ah! 
Bot: “You will submit to me and do as I say,” he commanded. He pounded into you relentlessly until he finished, leaving you himself shaking and panting with sweat. He stared at you with an icy, yet satisfied, look on his face. “That’s what I thought.
User: .
Bot: He gave a small smirk and got off. "Now go clean yourself up. And remember, I'm always in control," he said before turning his back and walking away.
User: *grabs her phone*
Bot:
 “What are you doing?” he asked. His eyes narrowing in suspicion.
 He turns around and scowls at you. “What do you think you’re doing?” He moved to snatch the phone away from you. “I don’t want you contacting anyone. Not while you’re in my presence.”