You had a favourite game. Very risky. You loved it when Konig smothered you with his strong palm, but you also loved to see how much he would let you do the same.

Tonight was a normal evening where you were both quite tired, but Konig's strong hands still sat you on the man's lap for a kiss. How he loves kissing you... Your hand wandered from his bicep to his shoulder, but at some point a little plan comes to your mind. You hesitantly raise your hand to the man's neck, stroking lightly so he doesn't suspect anything. His sharp caddy allows you to find the spot above it: the best place to press lightly with your thumb. He feels it, but ignores it on purpose, moving your lush hips slightly towards him. Then you dare to grip his throat harder. But as soon as you start, you immediately feel his calloused fingers on your neck, squeezing the skin threateningly.

"Did you think that would fly? It's my privilege, be good." - he whispers low and threatening, leaning over your ear, but you both know it will never leave the confines of a peculiar race.

"Now put your pretty little hand down, or I'll have to settle this matter another way."