Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (15 page)

“No, we are going to whip her,” Michael stated.

“You think she’s ready for it?”

“I think she needs it. I think she will occasionally always need it.”

“Explain.”

“Did you see the way she was punishing herself for what in reality was not a major infraction?”

“Yes, she’s very hard on herself.”

“She punishes herself more than anyone else could ever do. I think that the pain will bring a release for her, a way to forgive and accept herself. One she wouldn’t get any other way.”

“I hope you’re right, Michael. I feel more for her than I’ve felt for anyone ever.”

He looked at Jason. He was serious. He knew the tone. “You love her?” It was more of a statement that a question, but he needed it confirmed.

“Yes, I think I do. No, that’s wrong. I know I do.”

Stunned, Michael opened the car door. He couldn’t think about this. He had a whipping to prepare for. A thought stuck him. “You want her on your own?” No way in hell was he letting Grace go, not even for Jason, but he needed to know if that was where Jason wanted things to head.

“No, of course not. I love her, yes, but I want to share her with you just as much.”

The tension left Michael’s body, his jaw unlocked, and his heart began beating again. Strange he would have such a reaction. Pushing this issue aside, he moved toward the house. He had a whipping to commence, and his cock jerked at the thought. Grace naked, chained, and in sub space, a true Dom’s fantasy brought to life. He knew Grace would find deep sub space. He had seen it in her eyes. He would make her fly.

Grace
waited on her knees, in shock and fear of what was about to happen. The worst case scenarios ran through her head. All of them resulted in her Masters making her leave or rejecting her. She would do anything to stay, suffer anything, as long as they would let her love them. Both Michael and Jason entered the room, their expressions masked. A chill crept down her spine. She wanted to beg. Would they let her beg?

“Slave Grace, you will receive your punishment for your performance today.” Michael circled her like a shark circles its prey. “You will be whipped.”

Whipped? Oh god, they wanted to whip her. Shit, could she actually do this? Wait a minute, didn’t she just think about doing anything if they would let her stay?

“Slave Grace, you remember your safe word. This would be the time to use it. If you’re just here for some kinky little holiday, use it now. If you’re here because you want and desire to live the Lifestyle, with both the good and the bad, rise now and go to the playroom. You are to kneel in the center of the room.”

Jason walked in front of her and lifted her face up to him. “Slave Grace, decide now.”

The emotion she saw in his eyes warmed and terrified her at the same time. He showed such compassion, care, and something more, something she wasn’t ready to accept but part of her soul wanted. Grace stood and walked to the playroom as her answer.

They lifted and moved her so she stood below the chains and shackles bolted to the ceiling. Michael raised her arms and closed the shackles over her wrists. She flinched as if slapped when he clicked the locks shut on the shackles. They both stepped back to admire her.

Grace held on to the chains at her wrists, thinking they might be the lifeline she might need right now. Why on earth was she willing to allow herself to be whipped? Was this really erotic, or was she deeply disturbed?

Michael walked over to Grace. “You will get one choice in this punishment session. I will give you the option of whether you wish to be blindfolded or not. If you’re blindfolded, your senses will increase. You will feel every lash with your mind focused solely on it. If you choose not be blindfolded, you’ll be able to watch every strike before you feel it, in the mirror.” He ran his hand down her back, tracing her spine, resting his hand on the small of her back, and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Decide, slave, now.”

Decisions, decisions.
What the hell kind of choice is that
? Running through all the scenarios in her head, Grace finally made the only sane choice. “Blindfold, Master.” Watching a whip or flogger flying toward her exposed back, knowing she was willingly allowing herself
to be in this situation, would be a mental as well as physical torture. Blindfolded, at least she could pretend.

Chapter Thirteen

As the swish of air being displaced by the whip reached Grace’s ears, so did the heat and jolt of the strike. The shock of the thought of being whipped was more than the physical act. The pain seared into her brain, registering the hit to her body. Taking stock of the damage and kicking in her basic survival instincts, she jostled in the bindings and tried to dance her body away from any future strike. But her bindings limited her movements. So she tried counting backward in her mind and then thinking of what she needed to buy for dinner tomorrow night. Any thoughts she could focus on, other than the fact that she was being whipped. This surreal experience she knew would forever be imprinted in her brain. It was one of those experiences she would never, ever forget. She knew even if she was eighty years old, she would still remember this time and this place.

Grace cried out with the next blow as tears streamed down her face. They weren’t tears of physical pain but those of the emotional pain she felt. She could feel every memory of disappointment and unfairness throughout her life flooding her mind. She was watching her life as though watching a TV screen. She watched her pain and suffering as a child, and cried for her lost childhood. She watched as her first boyfriend abused her, and she cried for the pain that girl suffered.

“That’s it,
Gracey
, let it all out. Let it all go.”

Grace saw the person she had become, the cold and angry woman who really was a frightened little girl, just wanting to be loved. Grace took that little girl in her arms and told her it was going to be okay and no matter what, she loved her. For the first time in Grace’s thirty years of life, she finally loved herself.

“There you go, baby. Let it all go. You are going to fly,
Gracey
. Can you feel it?” Michael continued to croon as he laid another strike on her left shoulder blade.

As her tears slowed then finally stopped, Grace felt love and forgiveness for herself. She felt lightness in her body. She felt somewhere between drunk and under the effects of the painkillers she’d taken when she’d had her wisdom teeth removed. But Grace knew she hadn’t taken any drugs or alcohol. A feeling of pure euphoria swept through her. She allowed it to travel from her head down her limbs and even into her fingers and toes. She savored the feeling and reveled in it. She could no longer feel the pain in her back and ass where Michael was whipping her. She only felt the pressure of something touching her.

“Look at our slave, Jason. She’s flying. She’s deep in sub space. A true, honest-to-god flyer, she is only the second I have ever seen and the first ever under me.” Michael dropped the whip to watch her face. Her eyes were glassy, like she was drugged, her pupils dilated. She was drugged by her mind. Her face was relaxed and sated.

“She looks so beautiful and so peaceful. She looks truly happy. I have to say, Michael, I feel an amazing amount of jealousy,” Jason said softly.

Michael
looked at Jason and filed his statement away for later reflection. Jason has just admitted something major, but he just hadn’t worked out what yet. Looking back at Grace, he had such pride and joy in his heart for his slave. His Grace could fly. She had finally given him her true submission. In this state, he could do anything to her, ask anything from her, and she would do it. She had trusted him enough with not only her body and well-being, but also with her mind. A rush of pleasure charged through his body. This was what a Dom fed on. For a submissive or slave it was sub space, but for a Dom it was the power that was gifted to him from his sub or slave. It was devotion that fed a Dom, and gave him power.

Michael wanted more. He wanted to hear her devotion while she was flying in sub space. “Who is you Master, slave?”

“You are, you are my everything!”

“Tell me, slave, what you are feeling?”

“I feel free, light, love, happiness…I feel everything!”

Michael and Jason removed Grace from the restraints and lowered her to the pallet in the corner. She was still in sub space. Michael checked his watch. She had been in for ten minutes, and he knew at any point she would come out. He wanted to have himself buried in her now so he could feel her pussy pulsing around his shaft before she came out.

Michael turned to Jason. “I am too deep in my Dom space to be reasonable, Jason.”

“I understand. Enjoy her.” Jason went to walk away, leaving Michael and Grace.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, Jason?”

“I thought you were asking me to give you some one-on-one time with Grace.”

“No, boy, I was warning you that I’m going to dominate everyone right now.”

He looked into Michael’s eyes, feeling himself rapidly blinking.

“Now get out of those pants and stick your cock in her mouth. I want to watch her sucking your cock while I fuck this delicious pussy of hers.” Without even thinking, Jason followed his demand and rid himself of his remaining clothing. He moved closer to Grace’s face, positioning his cock. “No, Jason, turn more so I can watch her mouth take you, and move her hair out of her face. I want to see those pink lips wrap around your cock.”

Jason felt his cock pulse as he positioned himself better and moved Grace’s hair. The thrill of Michael’s orders sent a shiver of lust through his body. The idea of being forced to have Grace suck him made his cock jerk, and his balls tightened. He needed to clear his head, or he was going to come before he even got in her mouth.

“Open your mouth, slave. Jason needs to have his cock sucked, and you’re going to milk him. Slave, you are going to drink every last drop. Only after you’ve drunk him dry can you come.”

Her synapses fired and she understood the demand. She couldn’t come until Jason did. Turning her head slightly, she licked hard at the head of Jason’s cock, to lap at his pre-cum. She then swallowed him completely and sucked like a starving woman who had just been given food. She moaned and swallowed, drawing his shaft further into her mouth, trying to get it further down her throat. She raised her hand and fondled his sac while her tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, absorbed in her task while her mind still floated in a peaceful place.

“Boy, if you come before I allow you, I will strap you till I have you begging like a little girl to stop.”

Jason groaned and grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed painfully to stop himself from coming. With the pleasure of Grace’s mouth and Michael’s words, he was experiencing the deepest lust he had ever felt in his life. He needed to come. His mind was focused on only one thing, coming, but he had to obey Michael. He couldn’t come until Michael allowed it…

Michael
looked at the scene in front of him. He could feel his power as if it was a physical thing. He sucked their energy and absorbed it into himself. Pumping his cock with his fist and fondling his balls as he positioned himself at Grace’s pussy, he spread her lips, enjoying the sight of her dripping juices smeared over her thighs. He pushed his cock helmet just into her warm, deep cavern and held still, soaking in the heat and cream. Then with one powerful lunge, he sheathed himself completely inside her. Grace screamed around Jason’s shaft as she tilted her hips to allow him greater penetration. Without that maneuver
, her scream could have been one of pain, but as she’d also widened her thighs, her body was answering the silent question in the sound.

Grace pulled her mouth from Jason’s cock to speak.

“Fuck me, please…Take me, pound me…” she begged with such raw hunger and need that Michael’s cock pulsed inside her.

Rearing up, Michael began to pound into her. Her whole body jolted with the power of his thrusts. Her breasts bounced on her chest from the force. Michael was driven with the need to imprint his body into her, to stamp her with his ownership. Grace was his. Jason was his. They were his and his alone. He was their Master…