Chapter 15 Spank

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, tThe room was not litdim.
Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Grace started to have a headache.
But she couldn't just sleep without thinking about anything.
She had gotten drunk.
She treated Caesar as her master.
If you had to say who initiated it... it was her who violated Caesar...
But he also didn't refuse.
But just because he didn't refuse doesn't mean what she did was right.
Was she... taking the law into her own hands?
But she was drunk.
But she was the one who invited him into the house, and the master didn't ask her to invite Caesar into the house while she was drunk.
What should she do? Her mind was a mess.
Grace buried her face completely in the blanket.
She had said so many "master" words.
Caesar should understand, e. Even if he's not part of in this circle, he must have heard something.
Why didn't he ask her more?
Why didn't he remind her?
She was drunk, but a gentleman wouldn't do that to her,. Tthey would leave instead of carrying her to the sink, slapping her labia with his palm, and making her climax in front of him.
Unless, unless he's not really a gentleman.
He's just wearing a suit, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily a good person.
Moreover, people of their backgrounds may have seen all kinds of women throwing themselves at them.
So, he might think that Caesar was also one of those women.
Pretending to be drunk, she invited him home to under the pretext of havinge coffee.
And then she seduced him.
So Caesar went along with it.
Caesar's emotions went from felt guilt toand then anger in an instant, and Grace felt that, i. If you really counted the mistakes, Caesar was more to blame.
But the next second, Grace's heart was completely filled with another emotion - betrayal.
Using Caesar as a man she fancies sexual fantasy object was agreed upon by the dominant, but engaging in something like this with someone else was never mentioned by the dominant.
Indeed, in some cases, a submissive and dominant can have their own partners, but the dominant had asked hertalked with her about this from the very beginning if she had another partner.
This showed that the dominant cared about this matter.
But what should she do now?
Grace's mind was in a mess, just thinking about how to face Caesar was already giving create her a headache, and now she had to think about how to tell the dominant.
Grace didn't sleep well that night.
In her dream, she saw herself sitting on a sink from a high angle.
Caesar stood in front of her, dressed immaculatelyneat and clean, while she exposed her breasts and spread her legs.
Every time his palm connected withtouched her face, an extreme pleasure appeared on her face. The painful moans accompanied numerous relaxed cells throughout her body, and every toe was stretched straight in mid-air.
Sometimes, as his palm lifted, her fluid remained stuck to his palm, left ambiguous trace.and when pulled apart, it formed a bridge between them.
But throughout, his fingers never entered her.
Even though she had opened the door long ago.
When she woke up, it was already noon on Saturday, and Grace felt the soreness in her thighs and the swollen sensation of her labia.
She reached out and felt she was not wearing the underwear.the coolness on her underwear.
She hated Caesar.
Even in her dream, she had already started climaxing for him.
But Grace had made a decision.
The master didn't send her any messages over the weekend.
Grace clarified her thoughts and calmly went to work on Monday morning.
It didn't matter if she was part ofin that circle, his techniques were not that of an innocent young man, and he might be even wilder than her.
And there was only one thing Grace needed to figure out.
all Grace needed to figure out was one thing.
On Monday, the entire racing team began preparing for their trip to Melbourne in a few days. The cars were packed and sent to Melbourne.
The PR department helped allocate rooms in the hotel.
Caesar and the drivers stayed in the hotel's presidential suite, while the rest of the staff were allocated different types of rooms based on their positions. But even the worst-case scenario was a single room.
Grace chose a room for herself on the lowest floor available, as Caesar was staying on the top floor.
After the rooms were allocated, James quickly reviewed and approved them before sending out the notice.
Ten minutes later, James received a work message: "Please send Grace to my office."
James didn't even raise his head:, "Grace, Caesar is looking for you."
Grace stayed in place, she
I didn't not want to see Caesar. On the contraryHowever, she really needed to see Caesar to confirm some things, but she didn't expect that Caesar would call her over in such a direct manner.
Just to be safe, Grace asked again, "Is there something specific he wants to talk about?"
James checked his phone again, and sure enough, Caesar had sent a second message.
James: , "He said to bring the PR template you worked on last week. How did he know you were working on it?"
Grace chuckled briefly, "Last Friday, he came to the office and saw it. I didn't expect him to remember."
"Well," James said, "why didn't he just send an email instead of asking you to come all the way here? But since he's the manager, go ahead and go."
"Yes," Grace replied and stood up.
She printed and bound the file she had made last week, then took the elevator to the top floor.
The entire office building was transparent, with the exception of the frosted glass used for the meeting room walls. Caesar's office was no exception, with large transparent glass walls.
Grace approached the door, held her breath, and knocked.
"Come in," Caesar said.
Grace cautiously glanced at him with caution, and Caesar's expression was natural, as if nothing had happened that night.
Grace secretly confirmed that he was an experienced person, otherwise how could he couldn’t look at her so calmly without any ripples.
Caesar sat behind a large desk, t. The office was warm and there was no need for a coat. His shirt cuffs were still habitually rolled up, and Grace saw his palms.
Her body couldn’t help heateding up uncontrollably, and the breath she exhaled could burn her.
Fortunately, Caesar spoke first, "Show me the template from last week."
Grace respectfully walked up and placed it on his desk, then took two steps back.
Caesar saw it, but he didn't say anything.
He lowered his head and read through the entire document, then acted as if nothing happened and started discussing the issues with her PR template.
Grace had to step forward and get closer to his desk.
Caesar behaved professionally, and he was spot-on with many aspects.
Grace picked up a pen and made annotations in the blank spaces.
At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She understood Caesar's attitude towards what happened between them - he treated it as if it never happened.
And today, he called her here to convey this attitude to her.
Grace quickly calmed down and felt comfortable.
She agreed with this outcome.
Tearing apart with Caesar was not what she wanted; she really wanted to stay in the motorcade.
After about half an hour, the two of them finished discussing all the issues in the template.
Grace expressed her gratitude and was about to turn and leave.
Caesar called her back.
"Grace."
"You know that I didn't bring you here just for this matter," Grace turned around before he could speak and said, "Can I ask you a question first?"
Caesar leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
"Sure," he said.
Grace took a deep breath and asked the question that concerned her the most:
"Will this matter affect my job?"
Caesar's answer came without any hesitation, "Only your jobwork performance will affect your stayjob."
Grace let out a sigh of relief and even smiled a little.
"Okay, thank you, Caesar."
Caesar pursed his lips and after a moment, he said, "Is that the only question you have for mewant to ask?"
"Yes," Grace replied.
After a brief silence, Caesar spoke again, "I should apologize for my behavior..."
But Grace quickly shook her head and interrupted him, "Caesar, let's put this matter to restforget it."
Caesar pursed his lips lightly and looked at her with deep eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Grace said, "But in the future, I will definitely keep my distance from you."
Grace finished speaking and left Caesar's office.
That evening, the Master, unusually early, sent a message.
Although they didn't chat frequently, only once or twice a week, usually in the evening, the Master rarely sent messages when she had just finished work.
But sooner or later, Grace told herself, she would have to face it.
Furthermore, she had no intention of telling the Master about this, because it was something the Master couldn't accept.
She didn't want to follow in Sara's footsteps.
However, at the moment, she couldn't chat with the Master naturally and guilt-free like before, let alone video chat.
The Master would sense that something was wrong with her.
Grace replied to the Master's message, saying, "Good evening, Master. I have invited Caesar to my house for coffee and completed the punishment you gave me."
C: Very good, Grace.
Grace: Also, I wanted to tell you something. The team is flying to Melbourne the day after tomorrow to start a busy new season. StartingFrom today, I may not be able to chat with you frequently. If possible, I will contact you after the first game.