Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (16 page)

“Jason, you’d better shove your cock back in her mouth now, or you won’t get to come tonight.”

Jason quickly turned Grace’s head back toward him. “Open, Grace, now. If I don’t come, you don’t come. So suck me, baby, and quick.”

Grace opened her mouth and accepted Jason’s cock as he started pumping into her mouth. Hollowing
her cheeks with the force of her suction, she felt his cock jumping and knew he was going to come soon. She flicked her tongue over and over the head of his shaft and rubbed the bundle of nerves underneath while she sucked. Then she stuck her tongue in his cock slit, hoping to feel the flow of his cum as it left his body.

“Come when you’re ready, Jason, make her drink you dry,” Michael bellowed.

Jason
roared with the ferocity of his release. He felt the pulsing in his cock as he pumped his cum into Grace’s mouth. His orgasm was so strong it was almost painful. He’d never had an orgasm like this before. His cock was so sensitive that even the movement of Grace’s mouth as she swallowed his cum was like needles of pain. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and fell to the floor, panting and moaning. His body felt electrified, every nerve ending was zinging, and his skin felt like molten lava. Jason reached up, petting Grace’s stomach and felt her muscles tighten, realizing she was also about to come. He then watched as Michael reached between them and pinched her clit hard. Grace’s body stiffened and bowed as a long, drawn-out scream escaped her mouth. Her body then started to convulse, and Jason sat up, concerned about Grace as she continued to convulse.

“
Oh
! God, that’s it, baby, milk my cock. Shit, she’s clamping so hard on me she’s squeezing the life out of my cock. Fuck, I can’t hold on anymore.” Michael pumped into her once then twice and grunted his release as Grace’s body shook.

“I can’t feel my face or feet or hands. I think something’s wrong.” Grace gasped.

They looked at her worriedly. She had panted and screamed so much she had hyperventilated. Jason swiped her extended clit with his thumb to be sure. Grace moaned and came again on his softened cock, still buried within her. It felt so good he did it again and again, dragging every orgasm he could out of her by continually rubbing over her engorged and
oversensitized
clit. She screamed, and her body seemed like it was continually coming in one long, giant orgasm, and then she passed out…Michael looked at Jason and chuckled.

“I couldn’t help myself. She was just so sensitized. I can’t believe I got her to pass out.”

“I’m so glad you’re proud of yourself because now you have to carry her to bed and clean her up. If she gets pissed, I’m not copping
grief for it.” They both chuckled.

Jason picked Grace up like a child and carried her upstairs. As he looked down into her face, it hit him like a wrecking ball that he loved her. “Fuck, I love her.” Michael stopped at the doorway to their bedroom. “Jason, I love her.”

“Yeah I thought you might. I realized it this morning, too.”

Michael placed Grace in the middle of the bed and stepped back, looking down at her. How the hell did he get himself into this mess? He loved her, and so did Jason.

“We’re going to have to keep her, you know that, right?”

“I’m counting on you to figure out a way for us to do that, Michael.”

Jason
stood under the spray of the shower. His body felt alive, every nerve ending registering with his brain, for the very first time it seemed. He had never felt like this before, so totally satisfied…He had experienced the best sex of his life being dominated by Michael while he dominated Grace. Both sides of himself fulfilled at the same time. Craig had talked to him at length about the concept of him being a switch, months ago. He’d always thought Craig just wanted to label everyone and not that it actually would be his thing. He always loved it when Michael lost control and ordered him around, but he had never really considered the idea of being Michael’s submissive. He didn’t want to screw Michael, and he had no desire to be one of those guys being led around on a leash by the
Dommes
he saw in the club. He just couldn’t work out how they got it up, being emasculated like that. He knew everyone had their own kinks, and good on them, but he just couldn’t see the hard-on in it for him.

However, having a woman at his feet always got him off, and it wasn’t even his primary kink. Michael had a passion for it, and as he thought of Grace at his feet, his cock rose as though it had a mind of its own and he hadn’t just drained his balls only ten minutes ago. Grabbing his shaft, he stated pumping it, engrossed in his fantasy. He massaged his sac and began to rub and roll his balls while fisting his cock. He was thinking about Grace tied to the bed, lying helpless to his desires, his fantasy then including Michael standing there watching them.
“Come fuck her, Jason. I want you to fuck our slave. Long and deep in her pussy, but don’t come, Jason, not until I let you.”
The fantasy continued in Jason’s mind as his hand moved faster and harder over his cock. Suddenly his cock pulsed in his hand, splattering his cum against the tiled wall of the shower. All at the thought of Michael demanding he come, and him then coating their slave’s pussy with his seed. Jason leaned against the tiles, slumping his shoulders. He was in real trouble. He had experienced the power of being dominated by Michael, and now he wanted more, but how could this work? He could never be a slave or even like the subs at the club. He definitely didn’t want to fuck Michael or the other way round. He just wanted Michael to order him to do things to Grace, and maybe to punish him. Memories of watching Grace being whipped and punished came floating back. He had been jealous of her. He wanted to be strapped and whipped. Shit, he was in big trouble. Maybe he could live without it. Maybe it was just a passing phase, and he could wait it out.

Chapter Fourteen

Michael was waiting for Jason to come out of the bathroom. He’d been in there a while. He was worried that Jason was pissed at him for going all Dom on him. It had felt so natural at the time. He was so drunk on power from Grace he’d just lost it.

“God, I’m beat. I think Grace may very well have fucked me near death.” Jason walked out in his boxer shorts, heading for the bed.

“Yeah, but if you have to go, my vote is like that.”

“Second that.” They both lay on either side of Grace, snuggling her between them. Michael felt as though something had changed between them all, and it frightened him a little. He knew Jason wasn’t angry with him for what had happened earlier, so everything would sort itself out, wouldn’t it?

The
next week move at warp speed for Grace, who spent three days a week in the office with her Masters and two days alone at home taking care of the household duties. She had learnt so much in such a short time. Lately, though, there seemed to be something not quite right. She could feel it between Michael and Jason. At first she was worried that they had gotten bored with her, but their actions spoke so much louder, and their actions proved her incorrect. Tracing it back, it all began the night she was punished in the playroom. When Michael had not only dominated her, but had also dominated Jason. Maybe Michael overstepped and Jason was unhappy. But thinking back, Jason definitely got off and seemed to enjoy it at the time. Wait. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Jason enjoyed it too much or perhaps Michael enjoyed it too much.

Grace decided that Jason would be the easiest person to talk to, to try to sort out the problem. She walked into the living room to find him staring off into space. “Hello, Master Jason, are you lost in thought, or would you mind if I joined you?”

“No, of course not, join me,” he replied, still looking lost.

“Master Jason, is there anything wrong?” She moved the floor cushion to the window and sat at his feet.

“Why would you ask that?”

“Well, there seems to be something wrong between you and Master Michael.”

He placed a hand on her head and petted her. “It’s nothing to do with you, dear slave, and I’m trying to work on it…”

“You’re trying to force your desire to submit to Michael within yourself, trying to suppress it?”

He stared at her. She had seen straight through him. Here he was thinking he was a clever bastard in hiding his desires, and Grace had known the entire time. “Yes” was all he could say. He felt ashamed and confused. Why would he want this? He wasn’t attracted to Michael in that way. He just couldn’t be one of those submissive guys in the club or heaven forbid a slave. He loved women in the role, and understood it, but a man was supposed to be a man, not some sniveling little boy.

“Master Jason, please talk to me about it. You see I can understand the need and desire to submit, but if you think it comes easily to me, you’re mistaken.”

“What do you mean?” he
asked in confusion.

Did he really think she found it easy to kneel at their feet and obey?

“May I speak freely, without the fear of punishment should I say something incorrect or upsetting?”

“Of course.”

“All my life I have been responsible for myself. The only person I could count on was me. I built myself a successful career and a life in general. I was known to be a strong and independent person. Being that and living that way and then becoming a slave was and is a very traumatic experience.”

“What do you mean, traumatic? We aren’t hurting you, Grace?” Sighing to herself, she just couldn’t find the right words.

“Not traumatic in a completely negative sense. I mean, it was a dramatic change for me, and very confrontational. I had to let go of my belief that a strong person could ever submit to another. I had to see the truth that a submissive or a slave is a strong person. So strong in fact, that they can willingly and freely give themselves to another.”

“I don’t see it.”

She tried to think of an example. “Okay, there are two soldiers in a war. They watch the enemy kill a soldier next to them. One grabs his weapon and charges the enemy. Thinking of nothing but his need for revenge, and himself. The other listens to his commander and stays where he is for the good of everyone, ignoring his personal needs and desires. Who is the stronger solder? But more importantly, is either one weak?”

Neither was weak. Actually, the solder who listened to his commander was the better soldier. He would be the best member of the team, but that was the army. This situation was life. However, together, Michael, Grace, and he were a team. Wouldn’t it be best to have one commander and two soldiers? With two commanders there would be confusion and
countercommands
.

“Master Jason, you are not a submissive. You could never submit to me. I don’t think you could submit to anyone but Michael. I think you’re a switch. I think you’re a Dom that on occasion likes to be submissive. Only to Michael and only in the bedroom, well, during sex would be a better description.”

“I think you’re right, slave. I don’t want to submit to anyone else but Michael. Also only when the three of us are all together.”

“I have a confession. I really liked it, too.”

“You did…You didn’t see me differently, weaker?”

“Master Jason, you will always be my Master. I don’t see submission as weak. It’s an insult to me for you to think that way.” She pouted.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,
Gracey
, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just worried you’d think of me differently.”

“When are you going to talk to Michael about this?”

“Probably as soon as possible, definitely before I lose my nerve. Shit, I don’t know.”

“I know Michael will understand. He may be shocked at first. He may even be upset and shocked, but he will understand. He won’t kick you to the curb for it.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Jason walked into the study. Michael was working at his desk. “Michael, we have to talk.”

“Yeah, I was trying to work out how to come to you.” They both stopped and stared at each other, waiting for the other to start. “Look, Jason, if I upset you the other night, I apologize. I just got so worked up…I just…”