König x Y/N | Fem : Private Affairs

Know your place, Klein Maus.

Y/ n felt as if she was caught between the world he built — Wresting with the feeling she had and the barriers that they both vowed to uphold.

"Du hast Recht. (You are correct.)" König exhaled, his voice now in a low rumble.
His grip loosened, however his hand remained in place. His pitiless gaze softened, betraying the cold and calculating look of a seasoned mercenary. 

"Look at me, y/n."

On command, y/n cautiously peeked open her right eye to catch a glimpse of what she was in for. It was until then, König's thumb lightly brushed against her cheek. She could tell that beneath the hard exterior was a man struggling to keep his own emotions at bay.

Her attention was fully on König's dilated pupils.
Just like a moth with a flame, the attraction between them was uncanny. The more she got closer to him, the more likely y/n would find herself fenced in by his emotional turmoil.
Y/n's doe eyes locked in with his, the sniper hood he wore casted a shadow over his enchanting blue eyes of his.

Another deafening moment of silence brewed between them. Only the sounds of their light breathing and the distant voices of soldiers who were busy at work, could be heard.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, y/n," König spoke, a tense note that matched the Colonel's glare. He tilted his head to the side, pulling away only slightly to study her face — admiring the natural beauty that bestowed upon her.

His hand fell from y/n's face, pushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear,
taking notice of the small red marks on her cheeks from the pressure of his fingers, gradually morphing into a dark magenta color. The sight of his markings on her coerced his lips to curve upwards into a smug smirk.

"Are you going to let this... distraction get in the way of our fun?" König asks, his voice was low and menacing yet layered with an underlying affection. 

"I'm not distracted." She quickly retorts.

Y/n's chest heaves with her heart pounding as if about to explode.
Anger, regret and desire seared her insides like a hot knife. The aching sensation from the bruise on her cheeks only drove her further into his intoxicating game.

Her mind clouded with painful reminders of how he demanded her body — only to see fit to his schedule. Each intimate encounter, brought them closer to the seventh heaven, feeding into their addiction for one another's insatiable release.

"What we're doing...it's making things a lot harder to deny, König. I can't keep doing this if we're not going anywhere with it." Y/n said, adamantly.

"Oh?"

König would be lying if he didn't say he wasn't impressed by y/n's sudden determination to resist him. He took her ballsy attitude as a challenge. Y/n was someone who people pleased, making her an easy target to toy with.
The playful smirk he had faded for a moment before reappearing. He straightened up his posture, towering over her small frame.

"Is that so, Klein Maus? I can assure you if that is the case," König's completely pulled away from y/n, creating distance between them."You should really reconsider how you talk to me." König brutishly said as he walked over to the tall bookshelf in his office, reaching up at the top shelf, grabbing ahold of an item he was very familiar using: his quick release tactical belt.

Y/n's eyes widened at the sight of the belt.
She attempted to take a step back only to bump into König's desk, rattling the items that were on the surface.
"König..." Y/n said, her voice  barely a whisper as she watched his hands fiddle with the woven hug, taunting her with a quick, snap, the sound a
jolting a wave of dismay throughout her body.

"I've warned you countless times before," König's gently says, as he strode around his desk, like a predator stalking it's prey. 
Even though y/n was scared shitless, she made sure to collect herself. With a steely gaze and a raise of her chin, she managed to speak up.

"I'm not afraid of you."

His eyebrow arched, amused with y/n's outburst. König let out a low chuckle, one that sounded more chilling than a good-humor.

"Bend over the desk."

Y/n's jaw clenched at his command.
It was such a simple phrase, yet it was so spine chilling.
She knew it would be best to follow through. With that, she positioned herself over his desk.
"Pants off." König instructed, his voice dipped with clear impatience. Y/n paused in place before slowly moving her hands down to undo her pants, taking her time to shimmy out, only leaving her moss green, laced panties on.

As she repositioned herself, y/n could feel König's  ravening gaze watch her every move. The cheeky panties she wore, flattered her ass shape, driving the lewd thoughts in his head to wander and the bulge in his pants to harden.
Y/n's eyes fell forward bracing herself for what she was about to endure.

"Y/n... you know, I hate doing this to you." König began to say, as the tip of the leathery strap gently caressed against her right ass cheek. Y/n's breath hitched as she could feel the adrenaline kickstart.

"Now start fucking counting."

Without any hesitation, his arm came up and struck down the belt on her ass. Y/n bit down on her quivering lip, muffling back the scream of pain. She sharply inhaled, waiting for the sting of the lash to subside. König's smiled as he saw the contusion of the belt forming with a red hue.

"One."

Another deliberate lash.

"Two."

  Another.

"Three."

The final whip of the belt, König gave it his all, holding back no mercy. A grunt slipping out at the same time the strap came in contact with her  raw skin.

It was then, he heard y/n's brittled voice cry out the last number.

"Four."

A mixture of emotions were felt throughout the course of y/n's damnation.

He enjoyed watching her suffer and squirm at his mercy, although withstanding the thrashing like a true soldier would if held as a prisoner of war.
König felt proud of her.
Setting the belt down on his desk, he took off his left tactical glove and ran his calloused bare hand over her welted ass cheek.

"Know your place, Klein Maus."

Y/n remained in a feeble state. Her tears spilt over and down her cheeks, König's punishment sent a whirlwind of thoughts.

Full of anger and excitement.