Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

“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 actually 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.