Chapter 14 His Grace, completely his

Her lips, which seemed to only openwait for his kiss. He sucked on Grace's lip forcefully. Soft and delicate, her lips were like lily petals wrapped in an abundance of water droplets, exuding a rich and intoxicating scent between their lips.
Caesar's lips, dry yet warm, enveloped Grace's breath completely.
His tongue entered between her lips, only to be tightly sucked by her, as if she would never let go of her master's hand.
Grace's arms moved from his waist to his neck, as she stood on tiptoed and pushed her body against his. Caesar raised his hand to turn off the running water, then he lifted her up, holding her waist, onto the bathroom countertop.
The slightly cold surface made Grace shiver instantly. At that moment, Caesar folded her legs and pushed them up towards her chest.
Then, his lips parted from Grace's.
"Master…" Grace's voice, tainted with a longing tremor, asked, "Are you leaving?"
Caesar looked at Grace.
He knew she wasn't wearing underwear.
At this moment, Grace was sitting on the slightly elevated bathroom sink, the straps of her black dress had fallen onto her arms. Her legs were lifted by Caesar, revealing her rounded breasts squeezed by the soft fabric.
"Good girl, hold onto them," Caesar said, while completely spreading apart her legs.
Grace obediently positioned her legs in an “M” shape.
No barriers, not separated by a screen, but right in front of him, so close, only his Grace.
Caesar's slender fingers gently stroked her labia.
The transparent, slightly viscous fluid had already trickled onto the countertop.
Her clitoris had swelled with excitement, and Caesar pressed down on it heavily with his finger.
Grace screamed out, her whole-body trembling violentlybadly, but she still remembered to forcefully keep her legs closed.
"Master…" her voice, now as wet as the fluid flowing from her, could only incite passion and no longer had any restraint.
Caesar then separated the fold between her labia with his index finger, with his middle finger joining in, caressing the crevicegap back and forth. Occasionally touching her clitoris, and then circling around again.
Grace instantly fell into a burning hell, with all her sensations controlled by him alone.
It was as if an endless stream.
Caesar withdrew his hand, his index finger and middle finger slightly apart. The fluid from her body formed a curve on his fingertips, beforethen swiftly falling and dripping into his palm.
His pants had already become slightly damp.
Without much rest, Grace's body had just calmed down, s. She was wondering where her master would touch next, when t. The next second, a heavy slap landed.
It landed on her wet labia, on her swollen clitoris.
Accompanied by the sound of water, was the crisp soundflap of skin contact, and Grace's screams.
Her body trembled uncontrollably with that slap, her legs gave out weakly, wanting to close.
However, Caesar held onto her ankles and spread her legs apart once again.
"Hold tight, Grace."
Grace could only tremble and use all her strength to hold her legs tight. She knew what she would be facing.
A continuous, unrelenting series of slaps from Caesar, devoid of love or mercy.
Each slap landed precisely on Grace's labia and clitoris.
The sound of water accompanied the crisp flap sound of skin, deafening in the small, quiet restroom.
After the ninth slap from Caesar, Grace started crying.
The slaps stopped, and Caesar lowered his gaze, looking at his deep blue trousers.
A jet of water sprayed out, hitting his pants and spreading downward, leaving a dark mark.
Grace's skirt fell to her waist in violent movements, exposing her complete breasts.
They were snow white and pure, like water flowing and shimmering in front of her.
She continued trembling from the aftershocks of climax, her body convulsing.
Her black hair stuck slightly to her sweaty forehead, and her small face was filled with pain and pleasure, her moans sounding beautiful and restrained.
Everything was... so beautiful, Caesar thought.
His Grace was too beautiful.
The restroom slowly became quiet again, and Caesar raised his hand, wanting to touch Grace's breast.
But at that moment, Grace opened her eyes.
Lost in the climax, she had lost her thoughts from several minutes ago.
All she knew was that she had climaxed, and now she needed to open her eyes.
Her gaze might not have been clear enough, but it was enough for her to say that name.
"Caesar?"