Try Begging

Chapter 82

She wondered what whim was this?

As she finished breakfast this morning, Winston came over unexpectedly. While it was always unexpected when he comes to the torture chamber, it was unexpected that her confiscated clothes and shoes were in his hands.

She thought she was finally going to be treated like a human being, but she wasn’t. After she had finished dressing up, the leash was again tied around her neck, and the two ankles were shackled with two spans of chains.

Then, he brought Grace into the office and sat her under the desk.

Like a dog.

Throwing two cushions from the sofa to her was completely dog treatment. Winston ran his palms over the other side of Grace’s head like a dog and tucked the hair behind her ears.

“Puppy, are you bored?”

Grace didn’t answer. When his hand withdrew, she shook her head and tousled her hair again.

“You really won’t listen.”

A short click of the tongue came above her head. His hand rummaged through the drawer beside Grace and pulled out a small box. Soon, there was the sound of something being ripped open on the desk.

She knew the identity of the sound.

He put it under the desk again, holding a postage stamp in his hand.

“How about helping the master with his work sometimes?”

Grace raised her gaze and glared at the man.

“This is getting miserable now.”

It was she who was insulted by him that day, but she thought he would never do this again because he acted like he was insulted. The tip of his index finger, on which he had placed the postage stamp face up, flicked lightly. She was upset, but she couldn’t help it.

At Winston’s urging, she opened her mouth.

“Put out your tongue.”

Yes, as per command. She stuck the tip of her tongue on her lower teeth and stuck out her tongue.

“That’s right.”

His index finger turned over, and the postage stamp glided past the center of her swollen tongue. The hand disappeared and there was a rustle on the desk, then another stamped fingertip appeared.

Grace thought as she rolled up the tip of her tongue and wet the back of the postage stamp.

A full dog was better than a starving human.

How worried she was that she would go hungry again after mocking him as an idiot. Fortunately, Winston acted as if nothing had happened.

However, his attitude has subtly changed.

Even though he didn’t even go to the trouble of using the interrogation as an excuse now, he was treating her as a doll to satisfy his sexual desire.

One day, he came unexpectedly at dawn while she was asleep. She felt a presence on the edge of her bed, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she was startled to see the man’s silhouette looming in the dark. The moment she confirmed that it was he with just a touch penetrating under the blanket, Grace was relieved.

Then, she immediately felt a sense of shame.

He kissed, groped all over, put a plug on her cervix and inserted it, thrusting his waist. He didn’t say a word to her the whole time he was doing it. Grace alone let out a vulgar, moaning like a prostitute. Then, at the moment of his climax, Winston withdrew from her and left without looking back.

Her body cooled in an instant.

She almost thought it was a dream, but the feeling of the heat left behind by the man dripping out of her body was too vivid to be a dream. A suppressed sob penetrated the chilly air left by the sound of the door closing.

Along with the feeling of humiliation came terrible loneliness.

Ever since, Winston has been that way. He left without a word, only relieving his libido.

She would rather miss the moments of growling and fighting. Grace was afraid that he had closed his heart to her now. On the other hand, she was afraid of herself as she unintentionally longed for the heart of the man she hated to the point of wanting to kill him.

She thought she was going crazy out of loneliness.

Grace let out a self-deprecating sigh and licked the postage stamp from Winston’s fingertips. However, a few days ago, he seemed a little strange. His words still dwindled though he stared into Grace’s face and smiled more often.

It was a pretty reluctant smile.

Then today, even though it was only under the desk in his office, he brought her outside. Perhaps, if she continued to behave calmly, someday he would take her out to the garden of the annex.

While staring blankly out the window at which the blue titmouse sings sweetly, the tip of the index finger held out the postage stamp again. How many letters was he sending? Grace opened her mouth without complaint. Her gaze was still fixed outside in the lush greenery.

“Hup…”

His blunt fingertips squeezed the middle of her tongue. With a hand gesture that was deeply displeased, she removed her gaze from the blinding window and glanced up at the man in the shadows.

The moment their eyes met, she felt a chill.

The stamp was already wet enough, but his fingers were still pressed against her tongue. Upon reading his intentions, Grace curled her tongue and wrapped it around his fingers.

As she licked his index finger long with her soft tongue, the hard eyes gradually softened. As soon as the tip of her tongue fell from his fingertips, Grace stuck out her tongue—wanting him to take the stamp off her tongue, but he didn’t seem to want to.

With the thin paper between them, his hard fingertips gently rubbed the soft flesh. As soon as a warm sigh escaped Winston’s mouth, his fingers slipped off the edge of the paper and onto the wet flesh.

Like savoring the touch, his fingertips stirred the flesh. As the piece of paper started spinning around in her mouth, Grace rolled her tongue and pushed it out of her mouth. She used her hand to remove what was clinging to her lips.

The soaked stamp would be useless now.

As the stamp came out, another finger came in. Grace shoved her flesh between the index and middle finger and licked it up.

Another excited sigh came.

She pressed the tip of her tongue, then pursed her lips and sucked his finger up..

“How about helping the master with his work sometimes?”

Well, she didn’t think she was helpful at all.

The man took his hand to his lower body. When she thought he was going to grab something at eye level from his pants, he pulled out a silk handkerchief from his back pocket. Leon gently pressed the woman’s mouth, which was drenched in saliva, with his handkerchief.

A woman drooling like a dog.

Well, dogs wouldn’t know how to wipe their mouths.

This woman was a dog. She was just a dog kept for private purposes. He had to recapture his shaky initiative. Therefore, he decided to expect from this woman what a man would expect from a dog. However, considering what humans expected from dogs, he was inconsistent in treating this woman as a dog.

Obedience, loyalty, and affection.

Crazy.

While wiping her mouth, the woman wiggled her hands busily. She was doing something, and it turned out she was unrolling the damp postage stamp with her slender fingertips. It was funny how she was preoccupied with that, so he left her alone.

The woman then did something weird.

A neatly flattened postage stamp was placed over her left eye, like where to put stamps on an envelope. Then, she grinned to herself. Her eyes were out the window again.

The emotions he didn’t want to admit in the pit of his stomach were intense.

Swish.

As he took the stamp off the woman, the horribly crumpled wad of paper was thrown onto her desk.

He had not intention of letting her go.

What was this woman expecting? She had lost her appetite lately and seemed depressed, so he only brought her out for a short time. There would never be more than this. He was about to grab the leash that was hanging on the floor, thinking that he should teach her clearly.

“Captain.”

Outside, Campbell knocked on the door.

As soon as the sound came, the woman hid in the corner of the desk. Her pride still lingered, and she seemed unwilling to let others see her being treated like a dog. It was convenient to him because he didn’t have to say anything about not getting noticed.

“Come in.”

As soon as Leon put the handkerchief in the corner of the desk and pulled up the chair to sit down, the door opened. Campbell came inside with two brown briefcases slung across his sides. Both were quite thick.

“Additional material for the Sinclair case.”

Standing at the desk, Campbell placed the thicker envelope in front of Leon.

“Again, the results are as expected. Please let me know if there is anything lacking.”

Lacking. It was a very subtle word.

“The esteemed guest would say it’s not enough.”

The result is as expected. In other words, there is nothing to blame.

“First of all, I will read this. Great job.”

“And the one you told me to take care of it first, Daven…”

As Campbell tried to name the commander, there was the sound of chains snapping at Leon’s feet.

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