Chapter 10 Filled by the master

C asked, "Who is Caesar?"
Grace's thoughts drifted away from her body at this moment.
If he didn't know Caesar, then shouldn't he be a colleague in the team?
However, in the next second, C spoke again, "Since we're using a little toy, please set it to the highest setting. Aim for the clitoris, put it inside your underwear, and focus on answering my questions."
C: "The rules are the same as last time, no orgasm allowed."
Her thoughts were brought back to reality again, and Grace said, "Yes, master."
She pressed the button twice with her thumb, and the humming sound became clear. She positioned it against her clitoris.
In the video, her almost moonlight-like fair body swayed with restrained, yet unbearable tremors. Her fingers brushed the edge of her pure white underwear and pulled it up forcefully.
The vibration came powerfully.
Compared to the last time when she faced the camera, turning her back to the phone created an even stronger sense of voyeurism.
Was he actually behind her, within reach, just inches away?
Did he also focus his phone on himself, so if Grace turned around, she could see the master's clear face?
And the intense clitoral stimulation also caused her buttocks to unconsciously tighten, soft, elastic, and producing subtle waves when trembling.
Grace couldn't help but use her hand to support the wall.
C: "Supporting the wall is forbidden."
Her body wavered and she struggled to maintain balance while still kneeling.
C: "Good girl, now answer the question I just asked."
Who is Caesar?
"Caesar is..." Grace hesitated for a moment, whether she should fully disclose it, but her thought was shattered by herself in the next second. The master's honesty towards her was meant for her to be honest with the master as well.
Grace: "Caesar is my boss."
C: "The work pressure you mentioned at first actually doesn't come from work, but from your boss's sexual fantasies?"
Grace: "No, it's not like that."
The little toy was still sucking vigorously, and Grace's voice became somewhat unstable.
The slight rise and fall of her chest provided the oxygen she needed to think, and at the bottom of the frame, her soft toes clenched tightly, revealing her physiological limits at the moment.
And the master was asking her questions.
Grace struggled to organize her thoughts and said:
"Because of the budget cap, the internship position in the team is already extremely rare. I... I have to make a great effort and achieve good results to barely have a chance to stay here. But... but..."
Grace groaned and had a small climax.
The warm, transparent liquid soaked her pure white underwear, and a small stream of clear water slowly flowed down her inner thigh.
C: "But what?"
After the climax, Grace's clitoris became even more sensitive.
Her voice almost accompanied intermittent moans as she continued:
"But after Caesar was parachuted in as the manager of the team, my work tasks..."
"......it's becoming more difficult... ah... it's even harder to achieve outstanding results or ones that meet his expectations compared to before... ah, even harder than before."
"After the internship ends, I may not be able to stay... ah... I..."
Grace reached another climax amidst uncontrollable trembling.
She could no longer support herself in a kneeling position, but instead sat down on her own legs, feeling weak.
Her underwear was already soaked.
Grace knelt on the floor, hands supporting her.
Her long black hair slipped down her spine, falling onto her trembling breasts.
Her slender figure, though she had seen it more than once in reality, was still covered by thin clothing.
But now, her back arched, revealing the distinct, segmented vertebrae.
If fingers were to slide down from her neck, they could feel each individual vertebra. She would squirm due to the tickling sensation, but also restrain herself due to his orders.
The fingers continued downward.
They would pass through her groin area, he was certain that if he were to forcefully slap her labia with his palm at this moment, it would bring forth a loud, wet, and lingering sound.
A long stretch of silence.
Grace slowly regained her breath.
She straightened herself back up, her black hair moving cautiously and slowly as she restrained herself.
"Master."
With a voice that was wet, soft, and tender, Grace somewhat regretfully looked at the lens of her phone.
She had climaxed.
She had made a mistake.
C: "I haven't finished asking my question."
Grace: "Yes, Master, please continue."
Grace consciously turned her head back towards the mirror.
C: "Why do you consider him as a sexual fantasy?"
Grace: "Because... he is very similar to you, Master."
C: "In what way?"
Grace: "It's a feeling, a certain feeling. He... accepts me, controls me, just like... a Master."
C: "Seeing him puts a lot of pressure on you, doesn't it?"
Grace: "Yes, on one hand, I'm afraid of him being dissatisfied with my work, and on the other hand... I need to restrain myself from always wanting to look into his eyes. I'm afraid of being alone with him."
C: "You are a hardworking person, and I believe he wouldn't treat any dedicated employee harshly."
Grace: "How do you know what kind of person I am?"
C: "I know you."
Grace instantly remembered.
"Yes, Master knows me. But how does Master know what kind of person Caesar is?"
C: "You said he is similar to me. I wouldn't do such a thing, and I believe he wouldn't either."
C's voice came through the cold electronic device, and Grace felt as though it were a warm, comforting hand stroking her hair.
After the climax, sShe rarely felt the endless emptiness and falling sensation.
She felt that she had been filled by her Master, she felt that her Master had caught her.
"Master."
In this call, Grace's voice contained too many...
"I will accept the punishment," he said.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
C replied, "Good child. If you are afraid to be alone with Caesar, then find an opportunity to invite him to your house for a cup of coffee."