Bound by Desire

Grace：“Is he your previous Master?” Sara：“No, no, no, we just had online sessions.” Grace：“Why didn't you meet on site?” Sara：“Because I sent him my photos.” Grace：“?” Sara：“And he didn't request it.” Grace：“So he ended your online sessions just because you sent him your photos without permission?” Sara：“Yes, I didn't obey him.” Grace：“Do you think... he would be suitable for me?” Sara：“He's the best Dom I've had online. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so eager to send him my photos. Finding a Dom like him in Italy is like finding a needle in a haystack.” The walls of the apartment were thin; Grace could hear the sounds of the couple next door making love while lying in bed texting. Sara：“He disappeared for a long time, and I only recently saw him posting a 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.” The outcome was obvious; he wouldn't want a disobedient sub. Sara：“I heard you were also looking for a Dom, so I'm telling you. You can try.” Grace flipped her phone upside down on the pillow, and the bedroom sank into darkness. She had been feeling like crying a lot lately, in moments of nervousness, anxiety, and powerlessness. Grace remained quiet for a while before picking up her phone again. “Can I take a look at his contact information first?” Sara quickly sent over his contact card.The profile picture was all black, and the name was A. Simple, yet somewhat too mysterious. The unknown brought with it a sense of urgency, and Grace felther heart race even more. But it wasn't necessarily a bad thing that she could sense his power so clearly just from his profile; she needed someone she could fully rely on. She had been out of this scene for some time, living a normal, independent life until recently. After graduating from college, Grace was fortunate enough to intern at the Ferrari F1 team. Her graduate major was in media and public relations, so her internship duties were related to crisis PR. Specifically, she was responsible for assisting with driver interviews before and after races and handling crisis PR for the team. Ferrari had always been a strong and prestigious team, but in recent years, Red Bull and Aston Martin had been dominating the scene. As a result, the higher-ups were dissatisfied with the team manager and recently appointed a new one. The new manager's name was Alexander. When Grace first heard of him, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the significance of the name. But upon meeting him in person, she was immediately silenced. Their first meeting was at a team meeting. Grace was of average height, about 5'7", but not particularly outstanding, so she was always given a seat in the front row. With hundreds of people standing in the lobby of the team headquarters, Grace watched as the man walked in from the doorway. Typical Italian physique, tall and broad-shouldered. Underneath his black hair were a pair of deep blue eyes, though not visible, she could imagine the well-toned muscles on his body. Grace couldn't help but be captivated. He looked like the Master she had imagined, capable of leaving marks on her body without mercy and yet tenderly comforting her afterward, saying "my good girl". Grace didn't lower her gaze, but in the next moment, she was once again drawn to his voice. His deep and powerful voice seemed to come with its own speaker, creating an irresistible magnetic field of charm. Everyone was staring at him, including Grace. He was wearing a black Italian handcrafted suit, with a waistcoat, shirt, and tie to match. Grace felt her mouth go dry. Her gaze shifted down, but was drawn to his left hand resting on the table. His fingers were long and powerful, with a faint blush on the nails, neatly trimmed so as not to scratch her when inserted into her v****a. Grace's ears turned red. The opening meeting went on for a long time, but surprisingly, there wasn't the thunderous applause Grace had expected, it even felt a bit like low pressure. She had spaced out for a long time during the meeting and wasn't sure what had happened. Just as it was ending, she was about to ask her colleagues, when James from the PR department stopped her. "Are you the intern responsible for crisis PR, Grace?" Grace immediately followed his footsteps: "Yes." James frowned slightly and said, "It shouldn't have been your turn, but I have to arrange it this way for now. You will be responsible for liaising with Alexander from today onwards. If there are any emergencies with the team, you will be responsible for communicating with him and drafting PR drafts." Grace's heart raced, and she couldn't help but smile: "Okay." James nodded, "Then at the meeting this afternoon at three o'clock, you will come with me." "Okay." Being able to see him again, Grace felt excited. During the break, she went to the bathroom. Her underwear was wet because of him. She didn't know if he was married or not; at least Grace hadn't seen a ring on his finger. She didn't know if he would ask her out, but Grace really wanted to sleep with him. She didn't expect him to be a Dom, even though he looked like a perfect Dom. Grace thought his muscles must also be very attractive. People like him, with his background, pursued qualities of health even more. Grace liked to give herself completely to him, and the Master told her how to do it. The Master told her she had done well. No need to worry, no need to be anxious. She wanted to find someone she could completely rely on. After much consideration, Grace wrote a sentence on her friend request: "Hello, I'm Grace."