Chapter 5 Seductive trap

Grace has read some online posts. Why would anyone like to find a master? The following reply was bizarre, but she found an answer that matched her.
Because she did not feel the complete fatherly love, and never got a hand to touch her hair generously, saying, "well done."
Born in such a not-so-rich family, the center of the whole family always revolves around the younger brother. Her sisters are much older than her and drop out of school early and go out to work. She is the only one who studies all the way to school.
Grace had heard many things. After she got into high school, her family didn't plan on letting her continue her education, but a teacher from the school came to her home and said that her grades were good and she shouldn't give up.
Grace would never forget that teacher's name, Grace. During her three years of high school, he took care of her in various ways.
Occasionally, wWhen she was short on living expenses, he would treat her to a meal in the cafeteria. He never crossed any boundaries, but Grace thought that he must have liked her. It was a distant memory that Grace never forgot.
She thought that it was from that time onwards that she realized how important it was for her to receive care from an elder. She too could be nurtured.
Sara said that she had experienced the complete sensation of being cherished, enveloped, and indulged.
She willingly endured all the slaps and surrendered herself to her master. You know, he would patiently massage away entrance of bloodstain. You could confidently expose your most shameful appearance and desires in front of him, without fear or hesitation.
Because he would accept beside of you. When Sara mentioned this, Grace shed warm tears. In the past, she had felt shame and concealment when using small toys and watching SP/SM videos.
It wasn't until she met Sara that she realized it wasn't something to be seen as shameful.
The reasons behind her preferences may be complex and difficult to articulate. But there was nothing wrong with enjoying a cup of "spicy Italian coffee."
The plane took off at 9 PM.
Caesar's private plane was equipped with some commonly used clothes. Grace and James sat in a row, flipping through news on social media about Charlie's injury.
Most of it came from F1 fanatics tweeting, and the general trend of the tweets was mainly concerned with whether Charlie would recover before the start of the March season.
This year, the team was determined to fight for the championship, with a new manager and plans to poach two aerodynamics engineers from the Red Bull team. Who would have known that at this critical moment, the most crucial racer got injured.
James pointed to a tweet, and Grace looked at it. "Roman has brought 'good luck' to Ferrari!" James clicked on the replies, and there were actually many people making sarcastic comments. "Some people have gone too far," Grace whispered.
James shrugged. "Who knows."
Grace stood frozen in place. She had actually long known that her teammates were unsatisfied with Caesar, but at this moment, James' seemingly neutral reply already revealed his stance.
Like those people on the tweets, he was just standing on the "fire scene" enjoying the spectacle. Not far away, the door of the lounge reopened, and Caesar walked out in a new shirt and vest. James smoothly closed the tweet and started talking to Caesar.
Grace leaned back in her chair, feeling an indescribable emotion. She had originally been just a bystander, watching the fire from across the river.
Caesar was out of reach for her, but... that cup of coffee. Her gaze caught the empty coffee cup that had been drunk. "My bad, Grace," he said, his tone gentle yet assertive, but he was also able to apologize to her without any resentment.
He wasn't the kind of man who held himself above others with arrogance. It was just that the position he occupied was so enviable that it was too much for anyone to bear such pressure.
Grace forced herself to look away from Caesar, but the sound of him talking with James still reached her ears in painstaking detail. His voice was deep, like fingers weaving through thick velvet. If you listened carefully, it was easy to get lost in the rhythmic tones, forgetting what he was actually saying.
Grace once again realized her own lack of composure. She had been too unstable lately, with the pressure at work and Caesar's appearance, she felt like her internship position was on the verge of collapsing. Her heart clenched uncomfortably, and Grace wanted to lie down, but she couldn't.
The plane landed at Monte Carlo Airport in an hour, and the cold air of the airport instantly blew away Grace's romantic thoughts and anxiety. James drove, and the three of them headed to Charlie's house.
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Charlie's injuries were not serious. The medical team gave Caesar a more comprehensive and detailed report, confirming that with a month's rest, he would be able to make a full recovery. The three of them checked into a hotel in the early hours of the day, and Grace started writing her PR draft on her computer. The next morning, James received the draft, made some edits, and showed it to Caesar, who then released it.
The crisis was resolved, and the team issued a statement, debunking the rumors that Charlie would be out for the season. It wasn't a big PR event initially, but Caesar's overnight visit to check on Charlie's injuries sparked some discussion.
James asked if they needed to respond further, but Caesar refused. The next day, the three of them returned to Italy.
Caesar didn't rest and soon flew to Japan to discuss the modifications of the engines for this year's season with the engine supplier.
In the evening, Grace left work on time. She habitually browsed team-related information during dinner, but she didn't expect that the scattered news about Caesar visiting Charlie during the day would become somewhat uncontrollable in the evening. She sent James screenshots of these tweets.
Grace: "Do we need to respond to this public opinion?"
James quickly replied: "Caesar said no during the day."
Grace: "But now it has spread to a point where it's hard to control."
Criticism of Caesar's showboating behavior started on social media, and people began extensively discussing his background. The son of a sponsor, he was only thirty-five years old when he took charge of the Ferrari team.
The manager, lacking experience and competence, concluded that Grace's looks and figure were only suitable for being a fashion model...
Vicious speculations and evaluations were rampant, but Grace didn't believe that James was unaware of them. Sure enough, James soon came back with a message: "Grace, contact Caesar and ask if a response is necessary."
Unable to hold back, Grace swore at her phone. James knew how to reasonably pass the buck, as everyone knew that Caesar was currently in Japan.
It was already 7:30 pm in Italy, and surely it was already past midnight in Japan. If he was woken up by such a call, would he be annoyed?
However, public opinion was relentless, and if Caesar were to investigate later, Grace would definitely not be able to escape. But this doubt only lasted a second, as Grace knew that her work was more important than her own emotions.
Dialing Caesar's number, Grace put her phone on speakerphone and placed it on the table. The phone rang with a beep, and she couldn't help but cross her arms and bite her lip. In the third second of the phone ring,
Caesar picked up the call. "Hello, Grace." His voice showed no sign of sleepiness, and it was steady and clear, as if they were in the same time zone.
Grace immediately replied, "Hi, Caesar." When she explained the false and malicious comments on social media, Caesar remained silent throughout. Grace couldn't see his expression, but his voice became increasingly distant towards the end.
"That's how it is," Grace's heart pounded, "it's much worse than the situation we saw earlier, so does the team need to respond to this?"
"No need, Grace."
After a long silence, Grace once again heard Caesar's voice. Still calm, without any emotion. "It's already suspected of being a rumor."
"No need, Grace," he insisted. Grace felt a bit disappointed, but her heart was filled with an inexplicable acidic and bitter liquid. Even after being called out by name like that, he still said "no need." "Sorry for disturbing your rest,"
Grace decided not to dwell on it anymore.
"No need to apologize, this is your job." "Thank you, goodbye, Caesar." After Grace finished speaking, she waited for Caesar's "goodbye." Unexpectedly, the voice that came through the phone was: "Have a good night, Grace."
He remembered that it was evening in Italy, so he said "Have a good night, Grace." When she hung up the phone, Grace felt a moment of daze. Soon, she realized what was wrong with her. She was aroused.
A faint stir came from her lower abdomen, and she unconsciously crossed her legs as she sat in the chair. Grace took a shower.
With her hair half-dried, she walked back to the bedroom naked. In one corner of the white wall, there was a full-length mirror.
"What were you just doing?"
Grace looked at the message and fell into a moment of contemplation. Sara said he was someone difficult to catch, and Grace didn't want to miss him. With a faint scent on her delicate fingertips, she lightly tapped on the keyboard.
"I was just pleasuring myself."
- Grace released her own seductive trap.