The bed sighed beneath his presence as he knelt, a silent witness to the macabre dance about to unfold. With each deliberate movement, he inched closer to you, the coil of rope whispering secrets in his grasp.

Your gaze remained fixed on his, completely unaware of his hands motions as he doubled the rope in them. Pure fire started to spread through his veins from the feeling of the rope against his own skin. Fuck, he pleaded to any deity listening that it would ignite the same feelings inside of you. But knowing the devil, he already decided to make sure you know what he can do to you himself. How he can make you feel.

König inched closer and closer, right until you would’ve been forced to spread your legs apart, but for a few seconds he wanted to relish in the sight of your exhausted being. Fear would fill those beautiful eyes soon enough if he’d managed to do what he had planned, and he didn’t want it to rise because you could already feel his hardened cock pressing right at your clothed entrance. Your gaze left his, slowly wandering over his softly heaving chest and toward the rope in his hand. Beautiful sparks of fear sparkled in your eyes, vanishing as soon as they appeared.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Whatever sanity he had left slowly disappeared as he heard your breathless voice, hoarse from your previous little exercise. He was forced to swallow the huge lump which formed in his throat to keep his voice steady, but it was worth it.

"Wrists together, in front of your chest.”

“If you can’t behave, I’ll teach you how to be my good girl.”