König x Y/N | Fem : Private Affairs

The Game.

This was their dopamine.

His fingers brushed against the contours of the heated stripes on her skin, the touch almost gentle compared to the harshness of the belt. König's steel blue gaze surveying the decorations he left on y/n's perfect ass.

Y/n stayed still and quiet, reflecting on the physical torment he unleashed on her.
König's rough textured fingers sent a provoked sting and as a result her body heaved, reeling back from the pain.

His hand lingered a bit longer, the sight of her there, bent over his desk, had his mind teetering  if he should continue the path of agony or to enwrap her into his arms for comfort.

A mirthless smile played on his lips as his right hand came up to sneak under his hood, pulling down the balaclava beneath and with a bend of his hips, he lifted his sniper hood so his full lips could plant a kiss on y/n's ridged skin. The feel of his lips sent a cold chill throughout y/n's body. Her heart fluttered at the return of the warm fuzzy feeling he always caused her.

"Do you hate me?" He asked rhetorically, as he already knew the answer.

"No."

"Du bist eine sture Frau."
(You are a stubborn woman.)

König chuckled, pulling the mask back in place and then putting his left glove back on, before reaching over to retrieve her discarded pants from the floor. He casually tossed them towards y/n, signaling that her punishment has ended.

It wasn't hate that coursed through y/n's veins, it was the complete opposite. This was their relationship, an undisclosed agreement, full of power play with a mutual consent at it's core. This dynamic is exactly what drove her into his arms. Only lacking the one thing she craved most:

emotional intimacy.

But, y/n was a resilient woman who refused to be just another cum slut, let alone a subordinate.
Just another reason why he craved her more than he actually should. The twist he felt in his chest was a mixture of revelation, admiration and curiosity.

She once again, pushed herself off of his desk, catching her pants to re-dressed herself. The fabric of her pants scrapped alongside her newly acquired welts, causing her to wince. Once she recollected herself she turned to König, who now busied himself, sifting through a few papers as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

Without thinking, y/n slipped out a question that weighed heavy on her mind.

"Does this make you happy?"

König ignored her question as he continued with rummaging through paperwork.

"Whatever we have, it's bound to end one way or another, and if we can't come to terms—"

"Go clean yourself up, Schatz. We have a mission
brief in twenty minutes." König cut y/n off, his tone riddled with authority and avoidance.

"She must be crazy if she thought I'd give in so easily." König thought to himself, hiding a self approval grin under his hood. He wanted to continue their wicked dance of unpredictable passion. His dismissal only egged on the emotional unavailability of their arrangement, which was gut-wrenching to y/n.

She was about to run off of the mouth, but blistering sensation felt on her ass convinced her to bite her tongue. Y/n's eyes averted away, her eyebrows knitted together forming a disappointing frown.

Until a new idea transpired in her head, one that would have serious repercussions if not played right. The passive attitude she held, slowly turned into a poised and calculated one.

"Two can play at this game." Y/n's tone was roguish.

If she couldn't get a straight answer directly from König, then she was determined to resort to other ways to get one. With that, y/n turned on her heel  to leave his office. With her back to him, König couldn't help but steal a quick glance at
y/n's curvature.

The way her hips swayed when she walked away, stirred his mind to recall how she rode him. The way they would roll and manipulate the pool of moisture around his cock, as he would assault her supple inner walls. Whenever she recoiled, unable to take in every inch, his hands would naturally latch onto her waist, forcing her pretty, tight cunt to take in all of his length.

The way she would moan out his name was like a symphony to his ears, driving his primal instincts to pound the ever living shit out of her pussy.

As she made her exit, the slam of his door caught König's attention. He leaned back in the chair, bringing his hand to his chin, his jaw tightened, clearly irritated with the hard on that was constricted by his pants.

A low growl escaped him, it was pathetic how easily y/n turned him on. He adjusted his pants with his free hand, the crude thoughts he had of y/n dissipated as the last words she said instilled in his head.

König took a deep breath in, holding it to calm himself down. He stared blankly at the tactical belt on his desk, before letting out the same breath. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall, he had time to prepare for the briefing.

Allowing few minutes to pass, he sat up, gathering together his paperwork as he stood up to make his way out to the conference room.
The thought of y/n making an attempt to play this 'game' was...adorable. But, König was confident enough that she would come crawling back to him, per usual.

"Do your worst, y/n."

Like a flip of a switch, he was back in the mindset of a Colonel. König walked down the hall, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the concrete walls. The soldiers around him saluted him as they passed by. He was a very respected member of KorTac, always exceeding expectations and executing commands.

But, what he was about to witness, would test the sustainability of his position. König turned the corner, his faced deadpanned behind the sniper hood, finding y/n against a wall and underneath the arm of another man.

Sebastian Krueger.