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It was just her and König now in the interrogation room. He had been there for hours, and with all the torture he had been put through by her hand, he remained stubborn, survived it all, and still kept his mouth closed.
Until she tried a different kind of torture.
Taking off his mask and throwing it to the ground, she forced an odd drink down his throat and teased him for what felt like hours to him, using different methods through the night but never actually letting him reach his release, which drove him crazy.
Finally, after round—god knows how many—she took a break and sat on the floor while resting her chin on his leg, looking up at him as he sat bound to the chair with his head tilted up to the ceiling.
His legs quivered and his panting only started getting quicker and louder. "I don’t know why you're still trying; I'm... I’m not going to tell you shit", he hissed as he looked down at her, as his nose bridge scrunched and his accent got heavier along with his shaky voice.
“Yes you will.” She smiled, tracing her finger along his thigh. She pushed herself up to stand in front of him, her hands moving to her own belt and undoing it, “You talk, you cum. That’s the deal.”
She pushed her pants down, shaking her hips to get the tight fabric over them. She kicked them off, leaving herself in just her lacy panties.
König's eyes were wide and wild as they followed her every movement, the tip of his tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his slightly parted lips. He gulped and visually swallowed as he took in the sight of her. Her words did nothing to cool the heat coursing through his veins.
"Scheiße, you're a mean little thing, aren't you?" he bit back, the teasing remark carrying a heavy accent in his internal and external struggle. His chest heaved as his breathing rate rose, a thin film of sweat forming on his forehead, his fingers curling and uncurling in their binds.
She turned with her back to him, sitting on his lap with his cock between her thighs. She leaned back, pressing her thighs together around his shaft, “I bet you’re wondering what this pussy feels like? Hm? A woman as small as me surely couldn’t take all of you.”
He couldn't help the groan that slipped past his lips. "Oh, fuck," he muttered as he watched his cock being squeezed between her soft thighs, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control over his body despite the tantalizing sensation.
"Are you sure you can handle me, kleine Maus?" he asked, his voice strained. He tried to mask his arousal beneath a joking façade, squirming underneath her. His question was rhetorical and he knew it; her challenge was clear and his body was beyond ready to give in.
But he was a stubborn bastard, even in the face of such delectable torment.
“We’ll find out… if you’re good.” She rotated her hips, making his cock slide in and out of her thighs, the tip of his cock was red and angry after the hours of edging, leaking precum all over her thighs and panties. “Mmm.. look at you, so ready to cum for me.”
A guttural moan escaped König's lips as she teased his swollen cock. The sensation was almost maddening, the intense pleasure coiling within him and threatening to unravel his carefully constructed walls.
Her finger trailed down, collecting some of the precum from the head of his cock and bringing it to her tongue.
The sight elicited a sharp intake of breath from him, his eyes fixated on the erotic display.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and frustration. His cock throbbed between her thighs, the need for release consuming him. "You're torturing yourself as much as you're torturing me, Liebchen."
His chest rose and fell rapidly with each fevered breath, his hips involuntarily bucking against the firm pressure of her thighs. The sight of her tasting his precum sent a surge of pure lust coursing through his veins. His resistance was faltering, the desire to give in to her demands growing stronger by the second.
“No, I’m not.” She smirks, “I could make myself cum all over your lap if I played with my clit right now. Or, I could cockwarm you while I do the same, but I have a feeling that the sensation of my tight pussy clenching around you would tip you over the edge. Just tell me what I want to know and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”
König's eyes widened as her words hit him like a punch to the gut. The sheer audacity of her proposition sent a jolt of desire surging through his body. He struggled to maintain his composure, his breaths growing shallower with each passing second.
"You're a devil, aren't you?" he muttered, his voice laced with equal parts frustration and admiration. The thought of her pleasuring herself while sitting on his cock, or even just using his lap as her own personal playground, sent a wave of need crashing over him.
His resolve wavered, the desire for release conflicting with his duty to protect vital information. He stared down into her eyes, searching for any hint of weakness in her resolve. But all he found was his own longing mirrored back at him.
"Fine," he finally conceded, his voice strained. "I'll tell you what you want to know. But promise me, promise me that you'll make it worth it. I want that orgasm, Liebchen, and I want it fucking unforgettable.”
“Start talking.” Her hand dipped between her thighs, collecting her own arousal before she gripped his shaft, her thumb rubbing circles on his cum covered tip, “I’m so wet for you, I just need to know the location of the shipment and this pussy is all yours.”
He bit down on his lip, trying to steady his racing pulse as he felt the slickness of her own arousal coating his cock. The urgency to release washed over him, fueling his desire to comply.
With a shaky breath, he began to divulge the information she sought. His voice was strained, his words punctuated by moans and gasps as her skilled touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.
"The shipment," he managed to speak, his voice thick with lust and desperation. "It's... it's being transported to the abandoned warehouse in the old industrial district. It should arrive there... tomorrow night. It's heavily guarded, but... but the security codes to the main entrance are... 7854."
His mind struggled to stay focused as every stroke of her hand threatened to unravel him completely. He fought to maintain coherence, his body trembling under her skilled touch.
He needed release, and he needed it soon.
"Please," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I've given you what you wanted. Now, don't deny me what we both need. Fuck me, please. Make me cum, and I swear... I swear I'll never forget this."
“Good boy.” She smiled, turning toward him and straddling his lap. Her hips rise, fingers pulling her panties to the side as she hovers with the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, “Are you going to stretch this tight little pussy with your thick fucking cock? Tell me.”
The anticipation was almost unbearable, his desire consuming him entirely. He nodded, his eyes locking with yours, his voice dripping with need.
"Yes," he growled, his voice filled with a mix of longing and dominance. "I'm going to fill you up, make you scream my name. Leave you begging for more."
She cut his binds and immediately, he reached out, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he guided her down onto his length. The sensation of her slick heat enveloping him sent a surge of pleasure shooting through his body. He groaned as inch by inch, he sank deeper inside her, the tightness of her walls gripping him like a vise.
He could feel every twitch and pulse of her velvety walls, the electrifying friction driving him to the edge of sanity. He thrust his hips upward, a primal need overtaking him as he sought to bury himself deeper within her.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice strained. "So fucking tight... You feel incredible, Liebchen. Take all of me. Ride me... show me how badly you want it."
Her head fell back, a guttural moan escaping as he filled her completely, “Oh fuck!” She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, “So fucking big.” She leaned forward, lips meeting his as she ground her hips into his, taking him as deep as possible.
The sensation of her wet heat enveloping his throbbing cock made his head spin, his mind clouded with pure desire.
He met her movements with equal fervor, his hips rising to meet hers, driving himself deeper into her with each powerful thrust. The room filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet, sinful noises of their bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust.
His hands roamed her body, gripping her waist and pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh as he sought to possess every inch of her. He kissed her with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance of pure primal need.
"God, you're incredible," he groaned, his voice laced with raw desire. "The way you take me... fuck, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. Ride me harder, my sweet little slut. Make yourself cum on my cock."
Her eyes rolled back, nails digging in as she moaned into his mouth, “Fuck yes… so fucking deep. God, König.” She whimpered, riding him harder, faster, making her hips circle on him.
König's body responded eagerly, his muscles tensing and flexing with each powerful thrust. He reveled in the sight and sound of her, her body moving with a delicious combination of desperation and longing.
The way her hips circled and grinded against his sent a surge of pleasure cascading through him, intensifying the connection between them. His hands gripped her waist tightly, urging her to ride him harder, deeper, as he lost himself in the rhythm of her movements.
His lips found their way to her neck, peppered with open-mouthed kisses and nips of his teeth. He reveled in the taste and scent of her skin, his breath hot against her ear as he growled his appreciation.
"Fuck, Liebchen," he hissed, his voice strained with need. "You're driving me insane. I can feel you tightening around me, you’re so fucking close. Keep riding me, my sweet little slut. Let me hear you scream my name when you come."
Her mouth dropped open, breath released before her body forced her to gasp every ounce of oxygen back into her lungs, she looked at him with a sex-drunk expression on her face, pleasure overwhelming every nerve ending in her body.
Her pussy tightened around him, signaling her approaching climax. Her eyes went glassy, spots forming in her vision as her pussy pulsed. “König!”
The moment König heard his name spill from her lips in a desperate plea, his world went blank. Her pussy clenched him like a vice, sucking him in with each withdrawal. The sensation was overwhelming—raw, primal, intense. He was completely consumed by the spiraling pleasure that threatened to shatter him into a million pieces.
His body shook as the first wave of his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He roared out her name, thrusting deep into her one last time, his cock twitching and spurting his hot seed deep inside her. His head fell back, and his body convulsed with the force of his release. It felt like his cock was pulsating endlessly, each pump of his cum intensifying his pleasure.
"Fuck, Liebchen... Fuck," he groaned, his voice deep, guttural, and primal. His vision blurred, and his heart pounded in his chest violently. His fingers dug into her waist, holding her tightly against him as he rode out the waves of his climax.
His breathing was ragged and heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her. He felt lightheaded, dizzy with the intensity of the pleasure that washed over him. His body was slick with sweat, the muscles of his abdomen twitching with each aftershock.
Even as his orgasm faded, his grip on her remained firm. He pulled her closer, pressing her against his chest so that he could feel her heartbeat against his. His eyes met hers, a look of sweetness and care replacing the lust-filled gaze from before.
"Fuck, Liebchen," he murmured in a husky whisper, his voice filled with awe and affection. "That was... That was incredible."
She smiled up at him, completely spent and utterly exhausted, “You did such a good job, baby. That was mind shattering.” She kissed him again, slow, deep movements of her mouth against his as they caught their breath.
When König had brought up this scenario to her, she was skeptical at first. She didn’t want to hurt him and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to keep up the facade of the interrogator well enough. He’s her husband after all, she didn’t think she could pretend to be a stranger.
“Did I do okay?” She asked, heart still hammering in her chest.
König gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as he took in her flushed face and sex-mussed hair. His eyes met hers, brimming with affection and a hint of vulnerability that he only let her see.
"You did better than okay, Liebchen," he said, his voice low and filled with warmth. "It was... intense, yes, but in a good way. It felt real, raw, and fucking incredible.”
His lips found hers again in a soft, languid kiss, an action that was becoming a habit for him in these quiet moments after making love. He enjoyed being able to lose himself in the sensations of her body against his, the way her lips felt against his own. He was wrapped in her warmth and love, a sensation he would never grow tired of.
"Thank you, for being open to trying this with me," he murmured against her lips, his fingers tracing soft patterns on her bare skin. "I love you, Liebchen."
“I love you too, mein Löwe.”