Third sat nervously at his desk, sipping tea and staring at the invitation he had sent to Soviet. He couldn't help but blush as he reflected on their past encounters, his mind filled with memories of Soviet's dominance. The way he took control, the way he made Third feel both powerless and empowered at the same time.
The door to his office creaked open, revealing a servant. "Will there be anything else, my Führer?" the servant asked.
Third shook his head, dismissing the servant. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He had summoned Soviet here for a reason, and he couldn't let his nerves get the best of him.
Suddenly, the door swung open again, revealing Soviet in all his glory. Third couldn't help but stare, his eyes drawn to the confident man who stood before him.
Soviet smirked, noticing Third's admiration. "You summoned me, Third?" he asked, his voice dripping with power.
Third stammers, trying to find his voice. "Y-yes, I did," he finally managed to say.
Soviet sauntered over to Third, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You know what I do to those who summon me, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot against Third's skin.
Third gulped, nodding. "Y-yes, I do," he replied.
Soviet chuckled, running a hand through Third's hair. "Good boy," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Third's heart raced as Soviet took a seat across from him. He couldn't help but feel a thrill at Soviet's presence, his body tingling with anticipation.
Soviet leaned back in his chair, eyeing Third. "So, what is it that you want from me?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.
Third took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew Soviet expected him to be in control, but he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. "I want...I want you to stay for a while," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Soviet raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "And what will you give me in return?"
Third's mind raced as he tried to think of a suitable answer. He knew Soviet expected him to be in control, but he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. "I'll give you...me," he said, meeting Soviet's gaze.
Soviet grinned, standing up from his chair. "Well then, Third. Let's not waste any more time," he said, his voice filled with determination.
Third's heart skipped a beat as Soviet approached him. He knew he was in for a wild ride, but he couldn't help but feel excited. Soviet leaned down, whispering in Third's ear. "You won't be able to walk for days, you know," he said, his voice filled with amusement.
Third shivers, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. "I know," he breathed.
Soviet chuckled, running a hand down Third's chest. "Good. I expect nothing less from you," he said, his voice filled with power.
Third couldn't help but smile, feeling a burning passion in his heart. He knew he had made the right decision. Soviet took a step back, eyeing Third with a smirk. "Well then, let's get started, shall we?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
Third nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement. He knew this was only the beginning of a wild and pleasurable night.
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