Over my Subordinate’s Knee

Grace: "Is he your previous master?"

Sara: "No, no, he only trained me online."

Grace: "Why haven't you met in person?"

Sara: "Because I sent him my photos."

Grace: "?"

Sara: "And he didn't ask for them."

Grace: "So he ended the online training with you just because you sent him your photos without his request?"

Sara: "Yes, I didn't obey my master's instructions."

Grace: "Do you think... he would be suitable for me?"

Sara: "He is the best Dom I've trained with online. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so eager to send him my photos. And besides, he also speaks English. Finding a Dom like him in Italy is like finding a needle in a haystack."

The soundproofing of the house was not good, and Grace could hear the sounds of the Italian couple next door making love while lying in bed texting.

The name is Grace. She uses this name for both work and online activities.

Sara: "He has been gone for a very long time. I only recently saw his sudden message in the group looking for a sub."

Grace: "Have you tried reaching out to him again?"

Sara paused for a moment.

"He has a good memory."

It's obvious what the outcome would be. Obviously. He wouldn't want an unruly sub.

Sara: "I heard that you are also looking for a Dom, so I thought I would let you know. You can give it a try."

Grace Smith turned her phone upside down on the pillow, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

Lately, she always felt like crying. When she was nervous, anxious, or. Like totally powerless.

Grace remained quiet for a while, then picked up her phone again.

"Can I take a look at his contact information first?"

Sara quickly handed her his business card.

The profile picture was a black square, and the name was C.

Simple, yet also somewhat mysterious.

The unknown brought a sense of urgency, and Grace felt her heartbeat quicken even more.

But through his profile alone, she could clearly sense his power, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

When she was still studying in Italy, she had tried to find a master before. But he was too weak.

In short, she didn't submit to him, and he couldn't provide trust her with complete trust a lot.

He would accidentally hurt her, and panic would set in when he saw her bleeding. In the end, sShe had to pull herself together and call a taxi to the hospital.

She couldn't depend on him, so he wasn't her master.

And now, Grace was in desperate need of someone she could fully rely on.

She had withdrawn from this lifestyle for some time and was living a normal and independent life, until recently.

After graduating from her master's program in Italy, Grace had the opportunity to interned at the Ferrari F1 team. Her master's degree specialization was in media and public relations, so her internship involved crisis public relations.

Her specific tasks included assisting with interviews before and after races with the drivers, as well as working with the team's PR team.

Ferrari has always been a strong, old-school team, but in recent years Red Bull and Aston Martin have gained too much momentum, s. So, the higher-ups were not satisfied with the team manager and brought in a new manager not long ago.

The new manager's name is Roman Caesar. When Grace first heard this name, she thought it sounded grand in essence. However, she was immediately silenced upon meeting him in person.

Their first meeting was a team meeting. Grace, standing at a petite 1.7 meters, was not particularly eye-catching compared to the foreigners, so everyone always saved her a seat in the front row.

Hundreds of people stood in the lobby of the team headquarters, and Grace clearly saw the man walk in from the door.

He had the typical build of an Italian – tall and broad. Beneath his black hair were a pair of deep blue eyes. Although she couldn't see it,

Grace could imagine the well-sculpted muscles on his body. The team's friends said he was of English-Italian mixed heritage. It's no wonder he had the balanced features of a British person—sharp and handsome, yet also exuding a gentle and refined aura.

Grace couldn't help but be captivated as she looked at him.

He seemed like the master from her imagination, someone who could leave marks on her without mercy and then tenderly console her afterwards, saying "my good girl".

Grace couldn't help but lower her gaze, but in the next secondsoon, she was drawn to his voice once again.

His deep and powerful voice was like a built-in sound system, creating an unparalleled magnetic charm.

Everyone was staring at him, including Grace.

He was wearing a black Italian tailored suit, complete with a vest, shirt, and tie. Grace suddenly felt her mouth dry up.

She glanced downward again, but her attention was caught by his left hand resting on the table.

His fingers were long and powerful, with neatly trimmed nails that had a faint rosy hue. They wouldn't scratch her when inserted into the vagina.

Grace's ears turned red.

The first meeting went on for a long time, but the applause at the end wasn't as thunderous as Grace had anticipated. It even gave off a sense of low air pressure.

She had been lost in her thoughts for a long time and didn't know what had happened. Just as she was about to ask her colleagues, her PR supervisor James stopped her.

"You're Grace, the intern in charge of crisis PR, right?" James immediately caught up with his footsteps.

"Yes," Grace replied promptly.

James frowned slightly and said, "Originally, iIt shouldn't have been your turn to do this, but I have to arrange it this way for now. Starting today, you'll be responsible for being the liaison with Caesar Ford.

If there are any sudden incidents with the team, you'll be in charge of communicating with Caesar and drafting the PR drafts."

Grace's heartbeat quickened, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. "Okay."

James nodded. "Then, at the meeting at three o'clock this afternoon, come with me."

"Alright."

Being able to see Caesar again made Grace feel elated.

During the break, she went to the restroom.

Her underwear was wet, because of Caesar.

IYou don't know if he's married or not, but at least Grace didn't see his ring.

YouI don't know if he wants to or not, but Grace really wants to sleep with him.

She doesn't expect him to be a Dom, even though his appearance can truly be that of a perfect Dom.

Grace imagines that his muscles must look good too. People of his background have a preference for qualities of health.

Grace enjoys the complete trust she gives to her Master when she is being restrained around her neck.

The joy and anticipation of such experiences abruptly ceased when she saw Caesar for the second time.

During the afternoon meeting in the PR department, Caesar was present.

His gaze towards Grace was gentle, and the first words he said to her were, "If your PR work remains like this, I suggest you make an appointment with HR to discuss the end of your internship."

He possessed the same dignity and invincibility as a Dom, but unfortunately, she was not his girl.

She was just his subordinate.

Afterwards, Grace began to distinctly feel the low pressure that emanated from everyone during their first meeting.

The Ferrari team has always been a renowned and long-established F1 team, having won consecutive individual and team championships in its heyday.

However, in recent years, the Red Bull team from Austria has dominated the podium, and the presence of Aston Martin and Mercedes-Benz has made Ferrari's position waver.

Thus, the upper management parachuted in Caesar.

The rumors suggest that Caesar is the son of Ferrari's biggest sponsor, and originally, everyone thought he was likely just a rich guy with nothing.

However, within just one week, the entire team was under immense pressure.

Especially Grace.

She was responsible for crisis PR and liaising with Caesar.

Over the course of an entire week, she lost nearly three kilograms.

The independence and courage she had painstakingly accumulated disappeared during this week.

She became fragile, on the brink of collapse.

She needed someone by her side to tell her what to do, to tell her to stop worrying, to tell her she was doing well.

Grace doesn't have a boyfriend.

Boyfriend is a word she dares not desire or touch.

She doesn't want to hurt anyone.

She wants to find a Dom.

She wants to find a Master.

She wants to surrender herself completely, and have her Master tell her how to act.

Her Master tells her that she's already doing well.

No need to worry, no need to be anxious.

She wants to find someone she can completely depend on.

The message was sent out the next morning.

After much consideration, Grace wrote one sentence in her friend request:

"Hello, I am Grace."