Try Begging

Chapter 69

“Continue.”

When she showed no sign of obeying his orders, he put the cigar in the ashtray and pushed back his chair. The pillar of dark-colored flesh that had been lodged in the damp flesh was pulled out.

As he lowered his gaze under his desk, a woman glared at him, her eyes as wet as her mouth.

“I thought you died as you wished, but you’re still alive.”

The woman, who had been sucking on his member the entire time of her debrief, had been struggling to catch her breath as she gaped her red lips. He pulled the woman’s head between his legs, and with his other hand, he gripped the bottom of his pillar, desperate to get back into her.

He asked, tapping her lips, which had been tightly shut together, with the piece of flesh soaked in the woman’s saliva.

“How could you bite down on it like that?”

While receiving a report from Campbell, she drove a tooth into the middle of the pillar. She intended to embarrass him in front of others.

“If you get caught, it’s you who will be ashamed, not me.”

His hand, which had been holding the back of her head, moved forward, groping the nape of her neck and ear, and pressed both sides of her cheek. The moment her mouth opened helplessly, the thick piece of flesh pushed back inside.

“If you don’t want to be a spectacle for the soldiers passing by, do it properly.”

She started hearing the sound of paper flipping on the desk. Winston murmured as she reluctantly rolled the taut lump of flesh with her tongue.

“You suck the pistol well.”

She never imagined that the gamble to avoid her death would lead to such an outcome.

“Blanchard’s prostitute… how vulgar.”

After a commotion in the front yard, he dragged Grace into the office and made her kneel under his desk. She never had a gun in her mouth in front of others. Besides, how could that be vulgar?

“To do this in front of others what you used to do on your knees in front of me. You know no shame.”

As he fumbled Grace’s lips as she glanced up with confused eyes, his gloved hands were as cold as ice.

“You are always like that. During the interrogation, you seduced me with your body to avoid the interrogation, and then you avoided death by sucking the pistol like you were sucking me.”

She was speechless.

Not because of the groundless accusations, but for other reasons. He used his rut as an excuse. No matter how he saw her, he was the one who was a beast who pulled out his taut pillar, but there was no way that he did not kill her because his sexual desire arose.

Would he kill her or not?

“It’s time to pay the price.”

She had to bury her face between Winston’s legs until he finished.

Spitting, of course, was out of the question. Still, when she thought it was better than death, Grace burst out laughing and crying at once. Her attachment to life had become an obsession after the commotion a little while ago.

Then, all morning, she was confined under his desk, curled up like a dog. If she didn’t move for a long time, the tip of his hard shoe tapped somewhere on her body.

“Are you dead?”

At breakfast or lunch, Winston shoved a piece of bread or a strip of bacon under the table and waved it.

“Eat.”

When she said she wanted to go to the bathroom, he took her to his private bathroom in the office and made her urinate in front of him.

She completely became a dog.

Even after being moved to the torture chamber, she continued to be treated like a dog. He set her up in the middle of the torture chamber, which was more empty than yesterday, and tore all of her clothes, from her skirt to her bloomers, to shreds and threw them on the floor.

“You are a dog now. A dog wears a leash, not clothes.”

Saying so, he grabbed a black leather dog collar from the table and put it around Grace’s neck.

“It suits you very well.”

“Uht…”

Rattle.

The chain on the collar was pulled tight and dragged right up to Winston’s chin.

“Your name is Bella from now on.”

He glanced down at Grace, smiling with twisted ecstasy in his eyes.

“I had a dog when I was little. It was a bitch who didn’t listen.”

“Ugh…”

“Just like you.”

His hand, which had been stroking the back of her head like a dog, suddenly grabbed her hair.

“I wanted to call the dog Bella, but I lost on the coin toss, so Jerome chose the name. Do you know what he picked?”

“….”

“Countess Trixie.”

Winston snorted lightly.

“It’s such an undeserved name for a dog. Jerome Winston was a brainy guy from then on.”

“….”

“Think about it. The dog has a higher status than its owner. How offensive must it have been in the eyes of Madam Elizabeth Winston to have a dog as a countess when she has no title? Eventually, mother changed her name to Dolly.”

“So, what is the conclusion?”

Grace, who had gone through betrayal, failure, and humiliation in less than a day, was in no mood to smile while looking back at his childhood memories together.

Winston muttered that she had the same hot temper as the dog and finished the long story.

“The bottom line is, now that I have a dog of my own, I can finally name it Bella.”

The hand that had been gripping her hair started stroking her hair like a dog again. She followed him and shot him with a sneer.

“Captain Winston, do you do that with dogs? It’s disgusting.”

She knew how to remember what she suffered and pay it back, wasn’t that cute?

Leon curled his lips like looking down at a barking puppy. Breaking him and running away… It was disgusting to be so fearlessly trying to stand on the top of his head, but on the other hand, she was also cute.

‘Yes, this is the fun of taming.’

He sat down on the edge of the table, holding the leash. The chains tightened as the woman resisted being dragged along like a dog. Then, he ordered the woman who was not at all frightened by her muddy, scarred nakedness.

“Bella, sit.”

The woman did not follow his orders.

When he taught a dog a command, he must show the dog what the command meant. Leon suddenly grabbed the leash. As her body swayed as it came along, she couldn’t keep her balance and landed between his legs.

“Good job. This is how you sit like a dog.”

Stroking her hair, the woman avoided his touch.

“I overlooked that my mischievous dog knows the structure here.”

He grabbed the tip of the woman’s chin and turned it to meet his eyes.

“The soldiers said no one had been in or out of this area since I left this room last night. Maybe they lied. I hope that never happens.”

“….”

“They got a harsh reprimand. Of course, there will be a pay cut, and then their families will suffer as well.”

“….”

“All because of you. How do you feel?”

Seeing the guilt arousing, Grace realized.

‘…You didn’t even think of me going out from the laundry chute.’

There was no way he hadn’t checked it out. He couldn’t find any evidence like handprints or footprints. In addition, the inlet would have looked extremely small in the eyes of soldiers with extraordinary builds.

Stupid guys.

Winston probably didn’t know that she was mocking him on the inside. He brought up the main topic, gently tracing the line of her tightly closed jaw with his thumb.

“If you tell me how you got out of here now, both of them will escape punishment.”

“You know that? Dogs can’t talk.”

Grace shut her mouth without batting an eye when he said that even she would be punished.

“That’s right. My Bella is very smart.”

He clenched his teeth and twisted his lips. The moment she tried to avoid his petting, he tugged at the leash.

“Then, bark like a dog.”

“I can bite you like a dog.”

Grace, dragged right in front of him, revealed her mad dog growl. However, the craziest thing was the man who smiled, showing his white teeth.

“Heup…”

He tightened the already shortened leash and grabbed her, resisting the back of the head before pulling her. As soon as her lips were swallowed wildly, his wet flesh came inside.

“Ha, heup…”

Even if she bit his lip and chewed his tongue, he wouldn’t back down. He stubbornly bit her lips and pushed his tongue between her teeth as if to try more.

On the contrary, it was Grace who suffered from this kiss. The taste that reminded her of when she bit him spread in an instant in his mouth.

‘The vampire is you, not me!’

The more she struggled, the tighter his forearms that held her were. It wasn’t until she stopped biting, fed up with the taste of Winston’s blood, that his kiss softened, and their lips parted slowly as if a high flame was finally dying down.

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