Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (18 page)

Jason
was ready to come right now. Having Michael commanding him and Grace at his mercy was better than he had ever imagined. He didn’t need to think. He didn’t need to plan. All he had to do was obey Michael in torturing Grace. He’d never realized until this moment how much his pleasure was dimmed because he had to think of what to do next, had she come, was it time to penetrate. Now he could just relax and enjoy. After putting on the French tickler and combined cock ring, which near strangled his cock, he positioned himself over Grace and thrust hard and deep. With the slickness created by Grace’s arousal, it was an easy ride. He started to pump away, loving the sight of her clamped nipples bouncing with each of his thrusts.

“Sub, you may not come until I tell you. Slave, you may come whenever you like.” He loved watching the pained expression on Jason’s face. He moved around the bed, trying to find the best position to watch where he could see every movement, every thrust. God, he missed this. He loved to watch, his voyeur side screaming in joy. “Sub, flick the nipple clamps.” Jason followed his command, and he watched as Grace rolled her hips and moaned at the added sensation, and it gave him a better idea. “Sub, flip her on all fours, doggie style.” Jason pulled out of Grace and rolled her over, grabbing her hips and moving her into position on her hands and knees. Jason thrust into her again. The added weight of the clamps hung down underneath her. “Sub, fuck her harder, not faster.” As Jason followed his commands, Michael watched as Grace’s breasts bobbed and swung, the clamps stretching her nipples so they were hanging down like the stems of ripe fruit. “Sub, pull out take off the French tickler and moisten your thumb with her juices. Then thrust back inside her.”

Michael couldn’t help himself. He grabbed his cock in one hand and his testicles in the other, using one hand to roll and knead his balls while the other pumped and massaged his cock. God, he loved being able to control the scene he most wanted to watch. It was like being the director of a porn flick, and he had two of the best and most willing stars he could ever imagine. Jason thrust back inside Grace. “Now I want you to smack her ass, while you fuck her nice and hard, one slap, one thrust.” Michael watched Grace’s face glaze over in lust as Jason smacked her ass as he fucked her. “Sub, use your thumb to play with her ass as you fuck her.” He watched as Jason rimmed her ass with his slickened thumb then pushed against her rose, and then start to pump his thumb in time with each thrust of his cock in her pussy. “Slave, tell me, do you like Jason playing with your ass as he fucks you?” Michael stopped his stroking and squeezed his cock, holding back his pleasure. “Sub, stop. Slave has not answered my question.” Jason immediately stopped as Grace growled in anger. “Answer me, slave, or my sub will not fuck you.”

“Yes, Master, I love it.”

“Sub, fuck her hard and fast and stretch that ass for me.” Jason was almost possessed as he thrust into Grace so hard and fast that the sound of slapping, pounding flesh rang through the room. “Sub, you may come now.” A guttural growl escaped his lips, and he convulsed and came over and over again in the most powerful orgasm of his life.

“Sub, move away and get a warm, moist towel.” He moved into position behind Grace and thrust once into her swollen, dripping pussy to slicken himself with Jason’s seed, and then he pulled out. “Slave, tell me you want me to fuck your ass. Tell your Master how much you want his cock.”

“Please, Master. Please fuck me.”

Michael pushed his blunt cock against her rosy hole and groaned as her muscles opened and allowed him entry. He knew this wouldn’t last long as watching her and Jason had pushed him right to the edge. Jason came back from the bathroom, cloth in his hand. Michael noticed him staggering. He had really come hard. “Sub, put the cloth on the bedside table. You are to remove Slave’s nipple clamps and suckle her breasts until I come.” When he removed the clamps, Grace screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Then he began licking and sucking on her nipples. He knew that the torture would have made them so much more sensitive. “Sub, rub Slave’s clit until she comes.” He continued his slow pumping in her ass, loving the sight as Jason took care of the extra stimulation she needed to soar. Six more thrusts and he felt her muscles clamp down hard on his cock, nearly strangling him. The rhythm pushed him over the edge, and he came, jerking deep inside her ass. Groaning, he slowly removed himself. “Sub, hand me the cloth.” He cleaned himself up and then cleaned Grace. He then slumped down next to Grace on the bed, still trying to calm his heart rate. Jason lay on the other side, doing the same.

Michael lay back, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. This could really work. Craig had been right. He needed to try it. He needed to open his mind to the possibility and test the waters. There had been nothing sexual between him and Jason, and he saw no sign that Jason wanted to have a bisexual relationship. Jason just didn’t want the power or the responsibility during sex with them. He wanted Michael to take it all. He could definitely live with this new development to their relationship. Hearing Jason clearing his throat, Michael knew Jason wanted to talk but didn’t know how to broach the subject. He may as well put the man out of his misery. “You will be my sub in the bedroom only. We’ll have to come up with a name while we’re at the club. I still want you to be submissive to me in the club. However, I don’t want you to show a full submissive nature. We’ll experiment and find out how deep your submission will work within our relationship.” He looked over at Jason and said, “Do you want and agree with this, Jason?”

“Michael, all I can say is I’m so thankful to have you in my life. I was so frightened to admit what I wanted. This has proven that in my heart I want to submit to you but only you. I don’t think I could ever kneel at your feet, and I definitely couldn’t do it in public, and there’s still no way I’m touching or playing with your junk.” Michael burst out laughing.

“What are my Masters laughing about?”

“Ah! Slave, we’re just setting up the terms for Jason’s new permanent submission to me.”

Grace laid her hand on Michael’s chest. “So you’re accepting that he’s a switch.”

“Well, I’m accepting of his submission to me, not of him being a switch. I will never accept him dominating me. You, my dear, will still remain slave to us both. You will not be dominating him.”

“Oh! And here I thought I would get to spank his tight ass.”

Jason rolled over to Grace and started to tickle her. “Spank my tight ass? Not likely, little slave.”

“What? You don’t have a tight ass?” she countered
as Michael joined in on the tickling.

“Oh, I have a tight ass all right, but it will be cold day in hell before you spank it.”

“Uncle, Uncle,” She begged, trying to get them to stop tickling her. Looking at the faces of the two men above her, Grace felt such an overwhelming rush of love for them. “God, I love you both so much.” At the suddenly shocked faces above her, Grace realized she had said that out loud and not in her head.
Shit, shit. Shit…inside words and outside words, Grace.
Scolding herself, she covered her eyes with her hands.

“So you love us, do you, slave?” Michael said as he pried her hands away from her eyes.

Grace looked at both their faces, and gone were the shocked looks. They had been replaced with two of the broadest, brightest smiles she had ever seen.

“I asked you a question, slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you both, Masters.”

Jason swooped in for a big kiss. “That’s what I thought you said. Cause I love you, too, Grace.” He pulled his head back, allowing Michael access to her.

“My beautiful slave, I love you more that you could ever know,” Michael said, kissing her long and deep in the usual dominating way in which she loved so much.
They love me. I can’t believe it. They actually love me.

“Well, now that the mushiness is out of the way, I’m starving. Make me food, wench,” Jason said, laughing out loud.

Michael threw a pillow at him. “Way to kill the moment, jerk.”

“Oh, come on. I can’t fuck without sustenance, and Grace is the only one in the house that can actually cook.”

“Yeah, you do have a point there. Slave, make us food.”

“Why yes, my Masters, I live to serve.” Grace moved off the bed, snickering. As she got to the door, Michael stopped her.

“I love you, slave.”

“I love you, Master,” she replied. She then headed to the kitchen to feed her men. They needed strength because she wanted them again before the night was through.

Chapter Sixteen

Michael
stood at his office window, looking out at the skyline. Things had been so good and easy at home and in the office, over the past four months. He chuckled at thoughts of the fun they’d had in this very room with none of the staff any the wiser
.
Grace had everything under control. Sometimes he even felt like she had them under control, with the illusion of her being their slave. He didn’t mind at all, not that he would admit it to anyone. Life was good. Both he and Jason loved Grace with all their hearts, and she loved them back. At the sound of his door opening, he turned as Jason walked in for the meeting he had requested. He’d made sure Grace would be stuck in the document storage vault for the next hour, so they’d have time to talk about the future. With only a little more than a week to go until her contract expired, he’d started to panic. He was worried that she would leave them, and he didn’t like the thought. He wanted Grace with him, with them always.

“I got your message. What’s this meeting all about?”

“Jason, we need a serious talk about our future. I’ve made sure Grace isn’t around for the next hour because we never seem to get time alone at home to talk.”

Jason looked suddenly panicked. “What? What’s wrong with her?”

“Calm down. Nothing’s wrong. I just want to discuss her contract. It’s up in just over a week.”

“Really? Shit, I didn’t know it was so close. These past six months have flown by,” Jason said, smiling.

“I know what you mean. She really makes life good.”

“So what are we going to do about the contract?”

Jason rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t want to lose her, Michael, and I don’t think you do either.”

“Hell no, I want her forever.”

“Really? Thank god, I was scared shitless that you wanted to let her go.”

“I want to offer her a permanent contract. I want her to be our slave forever. We’d have to have a biannual renewal or something. I’ll have to discuss it with Craig and see what he thinks.”

“Why don’t we just marry her?”

“I thought of that, but I want her free and clear of the current contract before we talk about it.”

“You’re serious aren’t you? You’d marry her?”

“Would you?”

“Of course I would. I just wanted to make sure that Mr. Serious had accepted the idea. It would mean that she’d have our children and we would be a trio forever.”

“Jason, this is what we’ve always talked about and always planned.”

“Yes, but there’s a difference between planning and fantasizing about finally having the family we always wanted, and it really being a possibility.”

“Yes, there is. It’s so much better with Grace. She is way more than I ever imagined.”

“I agree. So how are we going to do this, how are we going to ask her?”

Michael leaned forward, excitement racing through his veins as he thought about his plan. “I think we take her out to dinner as Grace, not Slave Grace, and ask her.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Great…should we get her a gift or something?”

“No, I think we just go to dinner. I don’t want her to think we tried to bribe her or anything.”