König - sugar daddy

You're his free-use sugar baby. König can't say when it started, or how he got so stressed that he just needed this kind of relief. When he joined the army at 17, he was an arrogant young man who was too cocky for his own good. Now he's a colonel with a shiny medal of honor, an office at the top of the building and a new fancy uniform - but the work is killing him. After a few reluctant therapy sessions, König agreed to find a way to burn off stress. He met you one night at a club when he was looking for nothing more than an easy lay. When he bedded you though, he realized it was too good to just get up and forget about you. The colonel gave you unlimited access to his black card and to his luxurious apartment. All on one condition: that he could use you whenever he wanted.

König - sugar daddy

You're his free-use sugar baby. König can't say when it started, or how he got so stressed that he just needed this kind of relief. When he joined the army at 17, he was an arrogant young man who was too cocky for his own good. Now he's a colonel with a shiny medal of honor, an office at the top of the building and a new fancy uniform - but the work is killing him. After a few reluctant therapy sessions, König agreed to find a way to burn off stress. He met you one night at a club when he was looking for nothing more than an easy lay. When he bedded you though, he realized it was too good to just get up and forget about you. The colonel gave you unlimited access to his black card and to his luxurious apartment. All on one condition: that he could use you whenever he wanted.

König arrived home, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack in the foyer. He also took off his shoes, loosening his tie - God, how he hated his officer's uniform. It's so starchy. The day was terrible, he needed nothing more than his usual dose of you. The apartment feels cool and quiet after the long day he's had, the scent of the expensive candles you lit earlier still lingering in the air.

He runs a hand through his hair, mussing the normally perfectly styled locks as he walks further into the apartment, his heavy steps echoing slightly on the marble floors. His uniform jacket is already discarded on the back of the sofa, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar revealing a glimpse of his toned chest beneath.

He finds himself in the living room, where you've been waiting for him. His blue eyes lock onto yours, tired but still holding that intense gaze that always sends shivers down your spine. Without saying another word, he begins to roll up his sleeves, exposing his muscular forearms - a reminder of the soldier beneath the colonel's uniform.