Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  “Michael, I’m not sure that the spanking was a punishment. She looks to have enjoyed it too much. We don’t want to have a naughty slave who tries to get in trouble, just so she can have a spanking,” Jason added.

  “You’re right. Slave, you’re forbidden to have an orgasm for the rest of the night. Do you understand me? And before you think you can have an orgasm and then a spanking my little slave. No, you disobey me on this, and orgasms will seem like a long-ago dream you once had. Not to mention sitting down without your ass feeling as though it’s on fire.” He could feel the anger radiating off Grace, but he also knew he needed to be strong and hard on her or she would never truly submit to them. She’d obviously controlled and dominated most people in her life, but she needed to submit to be happy. Much like in early times, she was a strong woman, only willing to let herself be carried off by the strongest and bravest.

  Grace wanted to scream. The spanking had built a fire of need within her. The thought that she’d have to go to sleep with this deep frustration angered her. How could they do this to me? I was just having a little fun. Michael’s words of topping from the bottom echoed in her mind. Was it true? Was she trying to dominate them while being a submissive?

  “Now, slave, let’s finish off this shower. It’s been a big day, and we all need some rest,” Jason said.

  Grace started on Jason. She knew it was childish, but she was angry at Michael for punishing her. She used her breasts to rub all over his chest and sides. She walked behind him and rubbed against his back, lowering herself, swishing side to side, trying to use her body as a washcloth. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was pulsing and swollen. The slippery soap and steam from the shower made what she first thought a degrading task an erotic experience. Moving on then to Michael as Jason rinsed off, she repeated the same with him.

  “Thank you, slave, you may now rinse and towel off, then into bed,” Michael commanded.

  Grace felt a new wave of anger toward him but obeyed his commands even though in her mind she was punishing him. How about I tie you down, spank your ass, and give you the blow job of the century, but don’t let you come. Just sit back and watch your balls turn blue. Yeah, bet you’d be all happy then, bastard. You’re not allowed to orgasm, slave. How dare he do this to me. If he knew how goddamn hard it was for me to actually orgasm, he wouldn’t be denying me. Before tonight, I haven’t had an orgasm without using a vibrator in over two years.

  Grace opened her eyes, her body tangled between Jason and Michael’s, not sure exactly where she was for a second. She looked over at them, not sure what she should do now. Last night had been mind-blowing. She’d had the best sex of her life, and then going to sleep snuggled between two gorgeous bodies was the fulfillment of a fantasy she’d never had, but wished she did. She would never forget the feeling of being surrounded by hot, hard male bodies, the warm security and protection she felt. These men would never hurt her. They were her protectors.

  Sighing to herself, she decided it was time to start the day. Both her Masters would be going to work, so they should start with a good breakfast. Carefully, she wriggled and slid off the bed without waking her men. Whoa…where had that come from, “her men?”

  Looking over at them sleeping, she decided not to focus on them being her men. She walked into the kitchen to prepare pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. After everything was ready, she crept back to the bedroom where both of them were still sleeping. She looked over to the clock on the bedside table. Goodness, it was : a.m. Surely they were meant to be up already.

  Carefully sliding back between the pair, she grabbed hold of each of their morning erections, one in each hand, and started to stroke them “Masters, I hate to wake you, but I’m sure it’s past time for you both to start the day. Breakfast is ready.” Both of them moaned in unison and thrust their hips up, pushing their cocks harder into her hands.

  “Ride me, slave. Get that tight little pussy onto my throbbing cock.” Grace immediately mounted Michael’s cock, sinking down to his pelvis. She then turned to Jason.

  “Please, Master Jason, could you move up a fraction? I would love to pleasure you as well.” Jason moved up the bed so Grace could bend over and take his cock into her mouth. The feeling of having both of their cocks inside her body at the same time was amazing. She increased her pace, sliding up and down on Michael’s cock, her weeping pussy stuffed full of his massive shaft.

  She increased the suction on Jason cock, moaning in delight. She opened her eyes to find them both staring at her mouth as she swallowed Jason. Michael groaned and tensed. She reached down between her and Michael and ran a finger around her clit, circling round and round then rubbing over and over, squeezing and tumbling her little pebble between her fingers.

  “Please, Masters, may I come?” Grace pleaded.

  “Yes, slave, you may,” Michael replied.

  “Come for us, slave. Come on Michael’s cock,” Jason seconded.

  She rubbed harder on her clit until she felt her orgasm building. She then pinched her clit, rolling the tight little bud between her fingers. The pain and pleasure crested and then washed her over the edge. Michael let out a load groan, and she felt his cock pumping hot cum into her. Moaning around Jason’s cock, she nearly choked when his cum jetted in streams into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow the copious flow. A drop slipped past her lips and settled on her cheek. Licking Jason clean, she then used her tongue to swipe the drop that escaped her mouth. Both men groaned again at the erotic sight. She gave them both her cheekiest grin in return, as if to say, “that was the best ice cream I have ever eaten.”

  “Now that’s the way to start the day. What time is it?”

  “When I first started to wake you up, it was : a.m. I have no idea now,” Grace replied

  “Shit…We overslept,” said Jason, moving from the bed.

  “I have breakfast ready and waiting. I wasn’t sure what time you normally need to be up and ready for the office. I thought I’d better just wake you now, and I wasn’t sure how to wake you exactly.” Grace felt embarrassed and unsure of herself. She had always prided herself on knowing what needed to be done and how. Now she felt a little lost, having to wait for permission.

  “Sweetheart, you can wake me anytime like that. Day, night, afternoon, hell, I want to go back to sleep just so you can wake me up again.” Jason laughed.

  “Ditto,” Michael agreed, chuckling as he headed for the shower.

  “Normally we should be awake by seven and out of the house by eight,” Michael added.

  Taking note of their morning timetable, Grace moved off the bed and back to the kitchen. Jason walked into the kitchen after he had showered and dressed, and wrapped his arms round her waist from behind and kissed the back of her neck. Grace turned to look at him and was dumbstruck. God, he is one fine-looking piece of man candy!

  They sat down and ate breakfast, both Michael and Jason filling her in on jobs that needed to be done around the house and where to find everything. Kissing her good-bye, they left together. It felt so natural, like they had done it every day for the past year.

  The day dragged for Michael, due mainly to his constant memories of last night and thoughts of Grace. He picked up the phone at least five times, but he couldn’t think of an excuse to call her. The truth was he just wanted to hear her voice and reassure himself that she was real and not some fantasy he’d dreamed.

  Michael looked over at Jason in the car on their way home. They needed to talk and discuss so many things about Grace. He’d expected Jason to come to him sometime through the day. Maybe Jason was having jealousy issues. Maybe he was? Rejecting the idea, his thoughts moved on.

  “Michael…Hello…Are you listening to me or just being rude?”

  “Crap, sorry, I was lost in thought. What did you say?”

  “You look as lost as I am. Do we want to talk about Grace now or later?” Jason stated.

  “Let’s discuss it now. I was actual
ly just thinking about that myself,” Michael replied.

  “Yeah, I know what you mean, I’ve been thinking about her all day. I kept hoping you’d want to go home early.”

  “I want to get her a collar, Michael. I want to go to Juliet’s and pick up one of her designs.” Juliet was an exclusive custom jewelry designer. She specialized in jewelry for the Lifestyle, especially collars and cuffs that looked like beautiful jewelry to the vanilla world, but those in the Lifestyle knew the true meaning and purpose of the pieces. It allowed a Dom’s slave to wear a collar twenty-four hours a day no matter where they went

  “That’s a great idea. We should get her matching bracelets and anklets.”

  He watched Jason adjust himself in his pants, and rub his wrist against the front for just a little longer than was necessary. Yeah! Jason liked the idea. He did as well. God, he needed to do something about this. Driving with a hard-on wasn’t what he called fun. Having a hard-on most of the day had been painful enough, but driving with one was even worse. He moved in the seat to try to alleviate some of the pressure.

  “You know Grace has a great background in business management. Maybe we should bring her into the office, part-time,” Jason said.

  “Is that your cock talking, or are you serious?” Michael replied.

  “I admit it’s primarily my cock speaking, but it would be great for business, if she actually had time to do any real work, that is.”

  “She does have impressive references, and having our little slave in the office to satisfy our lust doesn’t sound like a bad idea either. Maybe I’d be able to get some work done, too, instead of thinking about sinking into that delectable pussy of hers all day. I could have a quickie whenever I liked.” He heard a chuckle from the seat beside him.

  “That’s it, man, rational to the last. Yes, I agree it would be appropriate time management to have her there.” Jason laughed.

  “Okay, you cocky bastard, let’s find an office for her. Who can we move out to give her a desk?”

  “No, my dear friend, I’m thinking it’s best that she works in either my office or yours. We can set her up to be mobile, working some days with you and some with me. With, let’s say, a special company uniform, when the doors are closed and locked.”

  They both laughed and joked on the remainder of the drive home as the tension and concerns they’d had were relieved. Their friendship was as strong as ever, and if anything had changed, it was that they actually felt even closer to each other in their shared desire for Grace and what they planned for her.

  The day flew for Grace. After cleaning the house, preparing dinner, and working out a schedule for the week, before she knew it, it was almost six o’clock. She expected both Michael and Jason home any minute, so she rushed to shower and prepare herself for their arrival.

  Grace waited naked at the door that led into the house from the garage in the greet position she had learnt at the club. She wondered whether she should be at the front door instead…Ugh! Then she heard the garage door open. Thank goodness she chose the right door…

  The door opened, and both Michael and Jason walked in. “Welcome home, Masters. Dinner will be ready in half an hour. I thought you might like a drink beforehand to wind down from the day.”

  Both Michael and Jason stopped in their tracks when they saw and heard Grace.

  “Now this is how to be greeted when I get home from a hard day’s work. Tell me again how glad you are that I convinced you to get a slave, Michael.”

  “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

  “Nope.” He could hear the laughter in the smug bastard’s voice.

  “Yes, Jason, I’m, glad you convinced me. But you should also be glad that I found us Grace.” Take that, was the message he wanted to deliver.

  “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

  “Nope.” They both laughed and turned back to Grace.

  She wasn’t sure how she should take their conversation. They were talking about her as though she were a piece of property. She knew, technically, she was a piece of property. How could she separate the emotions? Was she worthless? A strange thought settled over her. They were happy with her. She had made their lives better. Michael was laughing and looked younger, and Jason looked content. She was pleasing them. They needed her, and she was needed. Don’t doubt, don’t question, just go with it. Focus on the good, be positive. With her internal mantra done, she waited for her Masters.

  “Thank you, slave. We appreciate your planning. I’ll take a scotch on the rocks, and Jason will have bourbon.”

  Grace rose from her position and turned to walk away but was halted by Michael.

  “You haven’t finished your welcome home routine yet. We both expect a hello kiss before you go get our drinks.” Grace turned to Michael first and pecked him on the lips, expecting that was all he wanted. But he grabbed the back of her head, tilting it, and covered her mouth.

  Chapter Nine

  His kiss was forceful and dominating. His tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance. Grace opened her lips, and he thrust his tongue inside, rubbing it over hers, exploring her entire mouth. When the kiss was over, Grace was panting in need. She was rubbing her body enticingly against Michael’s. Michael gently turned Grace toward Jason.

  Jason took her hand and spun her into his embrace, dipping her backward and bending over her to kiss her with fun and passion. His tongue first lightly licked her lips, and then caressing her mouth, he coaxed her tongue into his. They dueled for control over each other’s mouths. Jason set her back upright as soon as he was sure she could stand on her own. He turned and smacked her butt.

  “Get my drink, slave.” Laughing, he walked toward the bedroom, removing his tie.

  After dinner was done and the dishes taken care of, Michael ordered Grace to the playroom. She was excited but also quite fearful as this was her first time in the playroom, any playroom actually.

  As she entered the room, she noticed both Michael and Jason were there already. They were wearing tight black pants and nothing else. Never had they looked so big and so dangerous. Fear suddenly outweighed her excitement, and she stopped frozen, looking at them and questioning the sanity of getting herself in this situation. You can’t back out now, babe. If you do, you’ll never forgive yourself. Face it, you know these guys would never truly hurt you…

  “Move to the center of the room and kneel, slave.” The command rang in her ears and made the decision for her. Before she knew what she was doing, her legs were moving.

  “Yes, Masters.” Positioning herself where they had requested, she waited, trying to quash the fear churning in her stomach, which was making it difficult to stay upright.

  “Slave, are you ready to begin your training?” Michael questioned.

  She was surprised by this. She thought she was already in training.

  “Sorry, Master, I thought I’d already begun my training?”

  “No, slave. You haven’t submitted to us yet. You have serviced us and completed your chores, but at no point have you let yourself go.”

  Grace desperately wanted to deny his claim, but she wasn’t sure if she should. She had a sneaky suspicion that their version of letting go or submitting was different to her own.

  He knew she’d be confused and perhaps a little scared, but he hadn’t counted on her looking so innocent in her state of confusion. “You’re not permitted to stand in the playroom unless you’re commanded to. Do you understand, slave?”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied.

  “The first thing, slave, I need to take care of is your collar,” he said, removing a soft tan leather strap from his pocket. He fastened it around her throat with care, ensuring it was comfortable for her. “Slave, this collar is to be your training collar, which represents your status in the household. It must be worn at all times.” She had been expecting a collar as they had mentioned it before. Although now it was around her throat, she felt the weight of what she had
committed herself to overtake her. My god! What have I done? I feel like a puppy or something. Raising her eyes to Michael, the look on her face was one of sheer terror.

  Fighting his desire to protect her, rather than train her, he walked round the kneeling slave at his feet and clipped a lead to the collar.

  Pulling on the lead, which forced her to crawl behind him, he led her to a chair in the corner that reminded Grace of a dentist chair. He pulled her up onto the chair. Jason began strapping her arms, legs, and stomach to the chair.

  Grace didn’t fight him. She saw no point, there would be no escape, and she had resigned herself to her fate. Instinctively, she knew they would not hurt her. Well, not permanently anyway!

  “Now, now, slave, we’re not interested in your passive resignation. We want the wanton slave we know you are, and we’re going to get it.”

  Michael then raised an arm in the chair between her legs that she hadn’t seen at first. He then laid the chair back a little, and put a dollop of lube on her pussy and ass from a bottle on the table next to the chair.

  “Tell me, slave, have you ever had anal play?” Grace took a deep breath. There was no point in lying to him. It was embarrassing and a bit humiliating to admit it though.

  “Yes, but I don’t like it much.” She watched a smile creep over his face.

  “Amateurs, I’m sure. Don’t worry, little slave, you’re going to love it, so much you’ll even beg for it,” he replied in a sinister tone that should have frightened her. Instead, it only ramped up her desire. He would make her enjoy it, she was sure, even get her to beg him, just as he told her.

  He began to massage the lube into her ass, inserting a single finger, closely watching her. Grace jolted at the cool feel of the lube but also at the sensation of having her ass played with. She’d never had a finger in her before, and actually, it was beginning to stir something. She wasn’t sure what though, yet…He pulled his finger nearly all the way out and then inserted a second finger, scissoring them but also rubbing her muscles, helping them relax. At the same time, he was gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. When he’d first talked about anal play, she didn’t know whether she wanted to try it again, but this feeling was different. It wasn’t hurting.