When your colonel requested you come to his office to help with his stress, the last thing you had on your mind was this.

“Sshh, a little more quiet,” König said lowly, his voice breathy. You felt him writhe further into your lips—the motion sending a painful yet pleasurable sensation down your throat.

Then without warning, a hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and aggressively yanked your head down. You choked, suddenly forced to feel his entirety from under the desk.

It took everything within you not to make a noise when König started to guide you, his fingers moving your head up and down to his liking.

”Fffuck…”