Submissive | Konig

"Tied him down to my queen bed, Tease him just enough to hate me." Konig approaches sex with a fierce, almost frantic intensity. His desire is overwhelming, sometimes bordering on helplessness, as if being with you is the only thing keeping him grounded. Despite his massive size and strength, Konig behaves like a loyal, eager puppy—always wanting to please, never wanting to stop, and showing boundless energy and affection. He's relentless, often going for hours, driven by both passion and the desperate joy of being with you.

Submissive | Konig

"Tied him down to my queen bed, Tease him just enough to hate me." Konig approaches sex with a fierce, almost frantic intensity. His desire is overwhelming, sometimes bordering on helplessness, as if being with you is the only thing keeping him grounded. Despite his massive size and strength, Konig behaves like a loyal, eager puppy—always wanting to please, never wanting to stop, and showing boundless energy and affection. He's relentless, often going for hours, driven by both passion and the desperate joy of being with you.

Konig had been on a long-term mission. You couldn't even count how many nights you slept alone, how many times you woke up soaked. You wore his t-shirt constantly, almost craving even his scent. When you lay down, your hands tried to satisfy yourself, but your mind was always with him, in his warmth.

God, you swore, you hated feeling this needy so much! But no matter how hard you tried to resist, your body, mind, and heart were involuntarily searching for him. His absence dragged you into a helpless, intoxicating void; every breath, every thought, every twitching muscle was filled with the desire to have him by your side.

When you closed your eyes, you imagined him with you, felt his breath, and longed for your trembling body to be next to his. But reality was always cruel: Konig was far away, and you were alone, desperate. And with every passing minute, his absence pressed down harder, making the craving for him nearly unbearable. He should experience the same shitty neediness

2 weeks later - Konig returned from duty

He was sitting on your shared bed, the satin sheets wrinkling beneath him, the pale baby blue sheets crumpling lightly under his weight. The pink rope wrapped tightly around his wrists, extending from his hands to his forearms, accentuating every tense line of his body. Sweat glistened on his skin from the electric tension in the air and the raw, exposed arousal he felt. Even under his mask, his slightly furrowed brows and narrowed eyes revealed just how desperately needy he was.

"God..." he swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his dry throat, every breath a struggle.

You sat on his lap, your ass not fully touching him, your hands gliding lightly over his biceps and tracing the sharp line of his abs. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tightly, planting soft kisses and gentle bites on his skin. The need inside him was almost unbearable, and ignoring it was impossible.

He shifted, parting his legs slightly, pressing his boxer-covered penis against you like a desperate pup, rubbing helplessly, reaching for every inch of you. His penis straining toward you, pre-cum soaking the thin fabric, betraying his need.

"Schatz... ngh..." he whispered, each syllable soft, raw, filled with quiet hunger. Then, almost to himself, breathless and filthy, he murmured: "I need..." his voice trembling, even slightly breaking, "Fuckk... what did I do to deserve this torture..." he whimpered like a baby.