Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (2 page)
Authors: Sara Kingston
She asked the woman at the bar where she could find Craig Blackwell. She smiled at Grace and then, after making a call to confirm her appointment, indicated a door at the top of the stairs. A handsome security officer appeared as if from nowhere and politely escorted her up the stairs.
Wow, if this guy is a sample of the men that come here then I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Grace knocked on the door. “Come in,” hollered the same deep masculine voice from the phone. Grace walked into the office and noticed beautiful English mahogany and leather furniture, and the desk was positively huge. It was quite a contrast to the modern glass-and-metal look of the club below.
She looked over at the man sitting behind the desk. He appeared to be somewhere in his mid to late thirties, with light brown hair and hooded, intelligent green eyes. He had a slightly jaded air about him as if nothing would surprise him, and as he stood, she saw he was well over six feet tall with a well-toned body. “Welcome, Ms. Sinclair. I am, of course, Craig Blackwell.”
“Thank you, Mr. Blackwell, and please, call me Grace.” Extending her hand, she was surprised when Craig grabbed it in both of his and brought it to his mouth. He rubbed it from underneath with his fingers, massaging, while he kissed her skin. He was staring into her eyes with such intensity that she had to look away. This man had such a strong air about him she felt like kneeling at his feet.
He had shown Grace his dominating gaze, and he was very pleased when she looked away. As strong as she was, and she was strong, her submissive nature couldn’t be hidden for long. As he looked at her, he recognized most people wouldn’t see her as a submissive.
She carried herself with an air of dominance. No wonder she hadn’t had a successful relationship in the past. “Grace, I’ve been going over your application, and I want to confirm a few points.”
“Of course.”
Smiling to himself, she was definitely a sub in
Domme
clothing.
“So you see yourself as a submissive. I’m sure most people would mistake you as a dominatrix. Is my assumption correct?” Craig watched the shock of his statement crossed her face.
“Yes! Is it that obvious? I guess to somebody in your line of work you’re pretty good at judging stuff like that.”
“I know you’ve put on your application that you’re new to the Lifestyle, but do you know what a switch is, Grace?”
“Well, kind of…I’ve done quite a bit of research on the Lifestyle even though I’ve never lived it. A switch is a person who is both dominant and submissive. The person switches between the two roles.”
“That’s correct, good girl. Are you sure you’re not a switch, Grace?”
He noticed the slight dilation of her eyes when he’d told her she was a good girl. Grace Sinclair was a born submissive, and his gut was screaming that she was slave material. Her true pleasure could only be fully realized by pleasing her Master. She needed her Master’s approval and permission to allow herself to completely let go.
“I’ve thought long and hard about it, due to people’s impressions of me. I could easily play the role of a dominatrix. But it’s not what I enjoy, it’s not what I need, and it doesn’t turn me on.”
Craig tapped his pen against the desk. He was impressed that she’d researched the Lifestyle. So many people just wanted to express their kink but not actually appreciate the true meaning of this lifestyle. The Lifestyle
was not just about cheap thrills or darker passions. It included deep psychological needs and connections. He had seen more honest, loving, and successful relationships in the Lifestyle than he’d ever seen in the vanilla world.
“Grace, have you looked into the concept of a slave role?”
“Well, no. I don’t think I could become a mindless, subservient toy!” Grace tried to stifle the repulsion she was feeling at his implication but failed. Her, a slave?
This guy has got to be kidding?
“Ah…Why do you believe all slaves are mindless toys?”
“Well, aren’t they?”
“As with any role, there are many variations. The best way to describe a slave in a BDSM relationship is a twenty-four-seven submissive. A submissive not only in the bedroom, but outside it as well.” She started calculating the likeliness of her accepting such a situation, the risks and rewards churning over in her brain. Could she tolerate the out of the bedroom part?
Chapter Two
“Grace, I’m happy to offer you membership to the club. Of course you’d have to attend a trial night, but I’m sure there’ll be no problems with that.” Craig watched Grace relax in the chair.
“I would, however, like you to think about the possibility of being a slave. I think you may find you’d be most suited to the role. Try the concept out in your mind. I have some information regarding our slave program should you be interested. I do want to assure you that our program here at the club is heavily monitored. You would be well cared for and safe. In addition, you can break a slave agreement at any time. It’s a misconception that slaves have no power. In the Master-Slave relationship, it’s the slave who has final control.” Craig handed her a folder containing the information.
“Now, go on down to Sandra at the bar and she’ll give you all the information you’ll need for the trial night. Thank you, Grace, for considering the Locks and Chains club. It’s always a pleasure to meet new and very beautiful submissive women.”
Grace stood and offered her hand. “Thank you very much, Mr. Blackwell.” She felt a flush of embarrassment flood her face. She was sure he told all women they were beautiful, but she didn’t mind taking the ego rub, so she decided to enjoy the compliment.
After getting all the information about the trial night from Sandra, Grace decided a trip to the beauty salon was in order for tomorrow. She wanted to pamper herself as a reward for taking control of her destiny, the first step in her new life. With her trial night this Friday, she had only two more days to hold on to her newfound confidence before she got a taste of the Lifestyle.
Michael Cooper was studying the latest financial report from his accountant. He knew he should be excited. He’d made a twenty percent increase in profit from last quarter. In this tough economic climate, that was huge. He found it hard to keep focused on the pages before him though as his mind kept wandering back to Karen, the second submissive this year to walk out on Jason and him.
It wasn’t that he was interested in a long-term relationship with her. She was too plastic to hold his interest for long. What bothered him was that she had walked out on them. He knew he could have gotten her to stay for money, but he and Jason wanted more than that. They wanted an emotional connection. They shared a joint vision of the future, and that involved the love and devotion of the woman who would share their lives.
Jason’s words from last night still haunted him.
“Michael, do you really think it’s possible to find a sub who would accept a relationship with the two of us? A permanent relationship with two
Doms
is a hell of a lot more than a playful couple of months.”
He and Jason were a package deal. Neither could sacrifice the other and be happy. The both knew it, ever since the beginning of their friendship.
They had become friends in college. Within the first week of meeting each other, they became inseparable. Many people mistook them for gay or even bisexual. But he and Jason didn’t have sex with each other. They were both heterosexual. They did, however, share women together, and what they wanted most was to find a perfect partner, a wife to share for always.
He and Jason shared a closeness, a bond that went way beyond simple friendship. They loved each other, pure and simple. With both of them being extremely tactile beings, he could see how their hugging and touching each other could be seen as a sexual relationship to outsiders. Although, the idea of sucking on Jason’s cock, or being fucked up the ass by him made him flaccid. He loved watching Jason getting sucked or fucking a submissive woman, but he could never take her place. It grossed him out. If they could just find the perfect sub, someone to complete their relationship, their life would be perfect.
Scolding himself for his melancholy, he left the office, heading for home.
Give it a rest. The magical answer is not going to present itself in a blinding flash of light. This is the real world, not some sci-fi fantasy with guarantees of a perfect ending. Fuck! I’m really starting to lose it now, talking to myself. That’s the first sign of madness. “Only if you answer yourself back.” Fuck, fuck!
Parking his car next to Jason’s, he stormed into the house. “Michael, I’m glad you’re home. I have some bad news.” Bracing himself, he leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Hit me with it.”
“Well…it seems we’ve lost another housekeeper. Rose quit today without notice. She just up and left,” he blurted out, waiting for Michael’s wrath, and he didn’t have to wait long…
“God damn! Another one! Did she give a reason?” Michael said as he paced the kitchen. He could feel his anger boiling over.
“No, she just said she was leaving. I think Karen may have had something to do with it,” Jason said, lowering his voice and head simultaneously. He hated to remind Michael of Karen. He hated watching the frustration of his friend. He’d never liked Karen in the first place, and he knew Michael didn’t love her either, but it had wounded his male pride being rejected by her.
“Okay then. Let’s call the temp agency. We need someone to fill in until we can find another permanent one! Unless, of course, you’d like to take over the housekeeping?” Michael said, raising one eyebrow in query, waiting for Jason to take the bait. A good argument would be a great way to vent his frustrations.
God, I’m an asshole. I’m purposely trying to start a fight.
“I think I may have a better idea.” Michael knew that tone. Jason was trying to manipulate him into a scheme. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. After Karen left, I thought about bringing it up, and now with Rose gone as well, it’s perfect timing,” Jason said.
Silently counting in his head so as not to show his irritation, Michael waited for what was to come next.
Here we go again. Let’s buy some magic beans. Crap! What’s wrong with me today, all these magical thoughts? Double crap, asking myself questions, so as I can answer them. Is this how multiple personality disorder begins?
“Craig from the club has mentioned a couple of times about the concept of us taking on a slave. You know, a submissive that’s twenty-four-seven.” Jason’s excitement at the idea had him speaking at twice his normal speed.
“I know what a slave is, Jason. Remember, I bought you into the Lifestyle, not the other way round,” Michael ground out through gritted teeth, his control slipping.
“Okay, okay. No need to get snappy. Anyway, I think this would solve all our problems. No more
Karens
and…a full-time housekeeper. She could clean the house, cook the meals, and sleep in our bed, the perfect arrangement. I don’t know why we haven’t tried it before.”
Yeah and money grows on trees, and unicorns are on the endangered species list
.
“Jason, I don’t even think we’ll be able to find a slave willing to accept us, two men, and two Masters!” Michael huffed. He felt like he was kicking an excited puppy, but he needed Jason to see the reality of their situation.
“Okay, I agree our chances aren’t high of finding what we want, but Craig said he has slave auctions at the club four times a year, and I know there’s one coming up shortly. At the auction, slaves are bought and sold with three-or six-month or even one-year contracts.
“The slaves don’t get to choose who their Master or Masters are. So we don’t have to go through the courting process. There’s a grace period and a trial first week, for slave and Master to make sure everyone’s happy. At any time the slave can break the contract, but they forfeit the purchase price, or we can break the contract at any point, but we still have to pay the full amount.”
