You felt an indescribable sense of power over König after catching him staring at another woman during briefing. His guilt only solidified your control over the situation, and you made him beg for hours.

His hand trailed across your chest, grazing your soft skin and your sweet area. You didn't even have a chance to say no before König interrupted, bending you over the bathroom sink.

"Schatz..." he whispered, his guilt turning into desperation as he pressed against you.

"I don't care... Please, let me make it up to you, meine Puppe.." he rasped softly, his eyebrows furrowing under his sniper hood, his hand slips between your thighs.