Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

He opened his top drawer. He had expected Grace to slip out of the slave role and knew this was necessary. He didn’t enjoy giving punishments without a follow-up of pleasures, but she had to learn. She had to always remember her role. Taking the wooden ruler in his hand, he prepared. “You’ve earned five spanks. I want you to count them. After the last one, you’ll tell both Jason and I you’ll be a good slave and apologize for your disobedience.”

She had seen the wooden ruler in her peripheral vision and knew what was coming. She felt Michael raise her skirt, and the slight chill brushed her exposed naked ass. She couldn’t help but think about what any of the staff would think if they walked into the office right now. Her bent over the desk, naked ass in the air, and Michael with a ruler in hand about to spank her.
Must not laugh, must not laugh. He will turn five into twenty if I laugh.

Grace had not braced herself for the first stroke as she was busy trying to stop herself from laughing. It stung like nothing she’d experienced before, and a squeal
of pain left her mouth. “One,” she panted, bracing her body.
Smack.
“Two.” She bit her bottom lip to stop the whimpers. The next two made her flinch. She couldn’t wait for the last one, but she also wanted it to never come. “Five,” she sobbed as tears flowed down her cheeks. She turned and faced Michael and Jason. What she really wanted to say was, “you bastard, how about I cane your ass with a ruler?” but instead
she just said, “Masters, I’m sorry that I questioned you and hesitated. I promise to try harder and remember my place.”

Chapter Twelve

Michael
allowed Grace to stand, although the sight of her rosy ass and the fact that she was being so submissive was pushing the little control he had to the very limit, and his painfully hard cock was testament to the fact.

“Now that your punishment’s over, slave, and you’ve learnt your place, let me show you what you’ll be doing.” Michael then showed Grace the computer systems and her working area and explained exactly her role for both himself and Jason.

Grace was feeling a little let down that Michael hadn’t fucked her over his desk. As much as the spanking had hurt, and it did hurt, it also brought out a forbidden naughtiness in her. Instead, she was treated like a disobedient child, punished and then forgotten.
I’m going to remind him that I’m a woman, not some child with braces and pigtails.

Grace leaned over the desk more than necessary, letting her skirt ride high up her thighs as Michael showed her on the computer how to access the reports he needed. She heard Jason groan behind her. At least he seemed interested, but Michael was oblivious.

“Michael, her punishment’s over right?” Jason asked.

“Yes, I believe it is.” Michael left her desk.

“Little vixen, did you think we didn’t notice your attempt to seduce us?”

Grace felt her face flush with embarrassment. She didn’t like being so obvious, but she was also craving relief from the tension the spanking had fired in her core.

“For your brazenness after being punished for forgetting your place, you’re not allowed to come.”

What the hell?
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at him with the anger she felt beginning to burn.

“Now, now, slave, I’ll give you a moment to reflect on what happened the last time you forgot your place.”

Grace allowed her face to relax and plastered on a false smile. “Sorry, Master,” she drawled in her most innocent and seductive voice.
You’re a complete bastard.
How dare you do this to me, but I’ll play your game, she thought to herself.

“Strip, slave.” Grace didn’t hesitate. She immediately removed her skirt, jacket, and top, but left her high heels on. “Come here and service your Master.” She lowered herself to her knees and crawled over to him. She knew she could have walked, but she also knew they both loved it when she crawled to them, swinging her hips and bending her spine to raise her ass high in the air. She kneeled in front of him and, unzipping his pants, took out his cock and began kissing and licking his hard length. She felt Jason move behind her and knew what was going to happen. She pushed her ass out and spread her knees apart to give Jason better access to her waiting pussy. He rubbed his hand over her ass and settled it on her cleft.
She couldn’t help but moan against Michael’s cock. He began to fuck her mouth, no longer wanting her slow attention. He was using her. A part of her was excited by this, but mostly she felt cold and empty. She was still angry.

Jason
rubbed his cock against Grace’s dripping pussy. God, he loved this woman.
Shit, where had that come from?
It was true though. He did love Grace. In the short time they had been together, she was the part of him that was missing, the part that made him whole. He loved the light that shone from her eyes. He loved the sassiness that she tried to hide, even the wounded heart she covered with her shield of strength. Now wasn’t the right time to declare his love. They had a lesson to teach Grace, and he needed some release. No way was he spending the next four hours with his cock this hard, especially when he had a willing vessel for his release. Right now was not about her, or them. This was a simply release, and a lesson to her that there was the use of her body, and there was the loving use of her body. This would show her what sex would be like without the love and feelings behind it.

Centering his cock at the entrance to her pussy, he thrust hard and sheathed himself to the hilt. He could feel her silken, hot walls surrounding him and groaned as he began a brutal thrusting. Looking up, he saw Michael nod. Without words, they agreed they were to be as quick as possible. They both picked up their pace, and with three more thrusts he felt the familiar tingling in his balls. He was ready to come. He groaned as his cock jetted his seed deep inside Grace. He heard Michael’s shout as he, too, erupted into Grace’s mouth. He pulled out of Grace and slapped her ass. “Get cleaned up and dressed. The day is a-wasting.” Standing, he grabbed a tissue and wiped himself and zipped up.

“So, Michael, Grace comes to me at two o’clock?”

“Yep, I’ll deliver her to you.” Michael had moved back behind his desk, and both of them were ignoring a panting, angry Grace still on her hands and knees at their feet.

“Okay then.” Jason turned and walked toward his own office, humming in his head.

Grace
was furious. They had used her, with no care, no love, nothing. She was nothing but a warm body. She knew this was probably another stupid lesson about understanding she was their slave. That under their care there was feeling and caring. But this, this just felt bad. This was not the sexy, hot slavery she’d come to love. This was cold. She felt cold, lonely, and abused. Standing, she moved toward Michael’s private bathroom. Once inside she started cleaning up and thinking about all that had happened. Is this what it would be like with other Masters, hollow, empty, meaningless sex? Would she feel used with others? she wondered. Her analytical side wanted to test the theory, but her heart didn’t like the idea of letting anyone else touch her.
God, what kind of a slut are you? Two guys are not enough. Now you’re trying to justify playing with others.
Scolding herself, she dressed and went out to her desk. The day moved quickly, and so did Grace’s resentment toward her Masters. She felt betrayed and angry. Why would they treat her so unfairly? All day she had been ordered around, told to fetch this and that. This was an office. This was business. This wasn’t at home and fun.

Michael
watched Grace leave his office and called Jason. “Jason, we have a problem. Grace is rebelling.”

“What?”

“Grace hasn’t recovered from her lesson this morning. She’s becoming more and more disobedient and resentful. She’s going to test one or both of us very soon.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“We need to push her to the edge. This proves that she hasn’t fully submitted to us. She has only been submissive in the bedroom and at home. She hadn’t submitted her life to us in every way.”

“You want me to push her to disobey while she’s with me, which is in five minutes by the way?”

“No, I think we should both be there. I think we need to have a special meeting in the boardroom, one where we will be the only attendants, but Grace won’t know that.” Michael proceeded to fill Jason in on his plan.

“You, my friend, are diabolical. I am so in on this.”

Grace
spent the afternoon working for Jason. So much for her dreams of working with them. She had dreamed of this for weeks, and in reality it was nothing but menial tasks, demands, and belittlement.

“Grace, there’s an executive meeting in the boardroom in ten minutes. I want you in there now to help Michal and I set up.”

She nodded and silently went to the boardroom to see what they needed of her.
Probably sharpen the pencils or something. I’m used to being a key player in meetings. What a step down this is
.

“I think that end would do nicely, don’t you?” Michael said.

“Yes, you’re right. The center support will hide her from view,” Jason replied.

Grace looked between them both.
What the hell are they talking about?
Both Michael and Jason sat on chairs at the head of the table they were discussing.

“So how many people will be at this meeting?” Jason asked.

“All of the department heads and their assistants. I think maybe fifteen or twenty,”
Michael replied.

“This will be fun. I’ve fantasized about this,” Jason stated.

“Me, too. I’m hard now just imagining it,” Michael said.

“Grace, it’s time for you to get into position. Kneel under the table and unzip both Jason and I. You’ll be sucking our cocks under the table while the meeting is going on. I want to come at least once, maybe twice. What about you, Jason?”

“I’m aiming for twice. She can suck me hard again. This meeting should take about an hour.”

Grace stood frozen in place. They wanted her to hide under the table and suck their cocks while a heap of their staff had a meeting. They wanted her to be their whore, at their feet while they did business…
They…they…
Before she even knew what she was doing, the screamed word had left her lips. “
No
!”

“What did you say?” Michael demanded.

“
No
!” she screamed again.

“Slave Grace, you are to go back to your desk, gather your things, and go to the car now! Jason and I will follow you shortly.” Grace turned to leave.
What the hell have I done? My god…I knew what this would entail when I signed up. Why the hell did I do this?

“On your way to the car, Slave Grace, I want you to realize you have just committed the gravest of errors. You have just defied your Masters.”

Grace sat in the car fear and anger at herself warring in her mind. Neither Michael nor Jason had spoken a word to her or to each other the entire trip, and they were almost home. Home, god…were they going to send her back to the club?
Surely not. I mean, yes, you messed up, but it wasn’t that bad, right? Right?
While they sat waiting for the garage door to open, Grace considered making a run for it. Run where, she didn’t know, but she just wanted this all to be over.

“Slave Grace, you are to strip as soon as you enter the house. You will then kneel on the floor of the living room and wait for us…Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Grace quickly replied as she near bolted out of the car, starting to remove her clothes before she’d even opened the door to the house.

“So,
what are we going to do with our little slave?”
Jason questioned.

“We’re going to get her to fully submit to us.”

Jason looked into Michael’s eyes, seeing a twinkle
of knowledge. “You’re going to whip her.”