Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (23 page)

“I need to think about this. You both hurt me so much. Looking at you now is hurting me.”

“Grace, we’d love to give you more time to think. But your sister needs to know in the next hour whether she needs to resign her job.”

“My sister’s going to resign her job for me?”

“Not if you come with us. She knows we’ll take care of you while she’s gone.”

“This is blackmail! I don’t want her to ruin her career for me. She loves her job. I can’t believe this is happening. Fine, I’ll go with you to help my sister. I don’t want her unemployment on my conscience. However, there will be rules. Firstly, I will not sleep in your bed ever again.”

“Grace, you will be our
Domme
. You’ll get to make all the rules,” Jason
panted.

“Within reason, Jason, there are limits as to how far I can be pushed,” Michael stated.

Jason gave him a cold stare. “Michael, she can make any rules she goddamn wants, and you’ll follow them, you understand me?”

Grace watched the interplay between the two of them. Jason was no longer submitting to Michael, and Michael looked broken. “Okay then, boys…Let’s pack, but I do want to warn you. I’m going to punish you both. There’ll be no forgiveness. I am doing this for revenge. When these six weeks are up, I’m leaving. We no longer have a future.”

Michael and Jason felt the pain of her words
, but they were going to focus on just getting her home right now, and then they’d work on getting her to forgive them and hopefully love them again. They couldn’t let her go. They would never let her go, ever again.

It was a very long day for Grace, first her confrontation with Sophie over calling Michael and Jason and not telling her about her job, then the drive and the flight, but finally they were home. Grace was surprised that nothing had changed in the house. It seemed like another lifetime since she was last here.

“Gracie, baby! You can take the master suite, Michael and I have moved back into our own bedrooms. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Grace had decided on the plane she was going to embrace the
Domme
concept. Why not? she thought. She would get the chance to punish and frustrate them to her heart’s content for the next six weeks. For the first time in a month, she had something to look forward to.
Okay, so revenge isn’t the nicest thing for me to look forward to, but they deserve it
.

“Boys, let’s talk rules. Number one, you will call me Mistress. Number two. While we’re alone in the house, you will remain naked. Number three, you’ll wear collars which I’ll buy tomorrow. Number four. There is no masturbating or having sex without my permission. Number five, you will be punished for any disobedience or sometimes just because I feel like it. Number six, we’ll be going to the club at least once a week, where you will publically show your submission to me. Do you accept?

“If not, I leave this house right now.”

Chapter
Twenty

Jason immediately knelt at her side. “Yes, Mistress, I agree.” Grace turned to Michael, who had such a pained expression on his face she wondered if he would agree.

Groaning, he whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m sorry, Slave Michael. I didn’t hear you,” Grace demanded. She knew Michael was going to have big problems being submissive to her. This was more a punishment for him than for Jason.
Let’s see how you like it at my feet. I’m going to walk all over you. Maybe then my heart won’t hurt so much.

“Yes, Mistress, I agree,” Michael spat out, grinding his teeth and slowly lowered himself to his knees. He couldn’t believe how quickly she’d taken to the role. Jason had come up with this idea as a way for Grace to vent her anger and pain at them, and he couldn’t see any other way to get her home where she belonged with the pain, anger, and loss of trust in them she carried.

As another shaft of regret sliced through him, he had to give it to Jason. She’d only agreed so quickly to come home on the basis that they be her slaves. She didn’t want her sister to worry about her while she was away, so coming here and extracting revenge seemed like the only option open to her. However, could he do it…? He didn’t know.

He was going to remember every punishment and humiliation he suffered and take them all out on Jason’s hide once things were back to normal. Then, maybe not. This whole disaster was his fault, so maybe this was his due.

“Well then, boys, we’re home and alone, so strip.” She stood back waiting to see if they would carry through or if this was just another trick to get her here.

Jason shed his clothes immediately, and Michael very reluctantly undressed, but he did it, which gave Grace a measure of comfort. She then looked at their naked and very aroused bodies. They really were beautiful men. God, I missed those magnificent cocks
,
she thought. Maybe this whole “no sex” thing was stupid. As her slaves, she could control everything, and as her heart was already destroyed, it wasn’t like they could do any more damage.

“Slaves, take my bag to my room.” She followed them into the master bedroom and, kicking off her shoes. “Slave Jason, undress me.” Jason looked at her, making sure he’d heard correctly. At her nod he eagerly began removing her clothes. She stood arms wide, daring Michael to say anything, daring him to take control, to question her commanding him to love her. “Slave Michael, kiss my neck and massage my shoulders,” she demanded.

Michael
looked at the pain, desire, and also need reflected in her eyes. He needed to take his bitter pill, and this was the beginning. He walked toward her with a mischievous grin, wondering what she was going to do. Was she actually going to take control of them to get her pleasure? Okay, he definitely could get used to the submissive thing, if it was going to go like this.

Grace
let her head fall back onto Michael’s shoulder as he kissed and bit her neck. “Slave Jason, massage my breast and suck my nipples.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jason palmed her breasts and, crushing them together like he knew she liked, he licked and sucked on her nipples, giving her little bites and then licking the sting away. He punished and pulled on the nipple gently between his teeth as Grace moaned and squirmed between them.

“Slave Michael, move me to the bed, and while Slave Jason continues to love his Mistress’s breasts, you’ll show your Mistress how good a slave you are by making your Mistress come in your mouth.”

Jason
snickered as Grace commanded Michael.
God, the next six weeks are going to be fun.
He could feel the frustration pouring out of Michael.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So, Slave Jason, you think it is funny. I think you might not deserve to come tonight.”

Shit, Jason thought to himself. He forgot about her ability to command his orgasm. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me,” he begged.

“Hmm…I’ll think about it.” Michael helped Grace into the center of the bed. Jason moved to her side and began suckling her nipples and massaging her breasts. He poured every ounce of the love he felt for her into his actions. Firstly he did it for forgiveness, secondly for the pleasure he knew she was getting from it, and thirdly because he really wanted to come tonight and as she was the Mistress she had control.

Michael
was kissing her from her foot all the way up to her inner thigh. At the junction of her legs, he blew a breath of hot air over her mound, and then with a feather touch of his tongue, he licked at the lips of her pussy. “Slaves who torment their Mistresses will be punished,” she commanded in the strongest and most dominating voice he’d ever heard from her. Michael suddenly realized she was very, very serious about her threat of punishment to them. Wondering whether that was a good or a bad thing, he continued. Flattening his tongue, he licked in a big, powerful stroke from the base of her pussy to the top of her slit, and then he thrust his tongue deep into her burning channel, pumping his tongue in and out just as he wanted his cock to do. He moaned at the taste of Grace. His Grace was home. She was coating his tongue with her salty essence. He loved to taste her. He had dreamed about it when she had been gone. Shortening his tongue, he gave strong little flicks over and around her clit. She moaned and writhed on the bed, but he held her hips in place for his onslaught.

Sucking her clit into his mouth and tonguing it, he sucked hard and then flicked it with his tongue. Grace screamed out beneath him, her body convulsing. Michael let go of her clit and slammed his tongue deep in her channel so her could feel the muscles contracting. He needed to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. He needed to feel her orgasm. Once the waves had subsided a little, Grace purred, “Slave Jason, use your beautiful cock to fuck your Mistress.” Michael moved out of the way for Jason to position himself between her legs. “Stop, Slave Michael, I want you to position Slave Jason’s cock in me.” Both Michael and Jason looked at each other, then at Grace.

Apprehension coursed through Michael’s body. No matter how much he loved Grace, he didn’t think he could have sex with Jason.

“Boys, I’m not going to ask you to have sex with each other, but show me your commitment to this by grabbing Jason’s cock and putting it in me,” Grace said.

Michael looked at Jason, who shrugged. They had overcome Jason’s need to submit to him. They could overcome this. Grabbing his cock, he pushed it into Grace’s wet pussy. Sitting back, he watched as Jason slowly sank into Grace’s heat. He never got enough of the erotic image of Grace’s pussy stuffed with his or Jason’s cock.

“Very good, Slave Michael. I know that was hard for you, so as a reward for your obedience, you may put your cock in your Mistress’s mouth.” Michael moved up to Grace’s head and, leaning over, pushed his cock between her silken lips. Her tongue lapped at the pre-cum on his crown and swirled around the head, lapping at the nerves under the ridge. He then pushed his cock deep into the wet, hot depths of her mouth and moaned at the sensation.

“God, that feels so good.” He groaned as he turned to watch Jason fucking her pussy. He could see the sweat coating Jason’s body with the strain of holding back his eruption. Jason’s tempo increased, and he started slamming into her pussy.

“Rub my clit, Slave Michael,” Grace moaned.

Michael rubbed Grace’s pussy around Jason’s cock, which extracted a groan from both of them. He then started slow circles around Grace’s clit, lightly pinching it. While pinching it between his thumb and middle finger, he used his index finger to lightly flick it with increasing pressure. Grace groaned around his cock in her mouth, and then her whole body went rigid
and convulsed. He could see her whole body flush rosy red with her orgasm. Jason
groaned and then, thrusting deep and hard into her pussy, came with a shudder. Michael
felt his balls tighten and then explode as he pumped stream after stream of cum into her mouth, so much so that it spilled and dribbled out the corner. Panting, both Jason and Michael collapsed on the bed on either side of Grace.

“Slaves, well done, your Mistress is very satisfied. Now leave me. I need to rest.”

Looking over at her, Michael saw that her eyes were closed, but then with a broken heart he noticed the tears running down her cheeks. He nodded to Jason to look at her face, and was saddened at the tears he saw in his eyes as well. This was all his fault. Could they ever forgive him?

“Yes, Mistress,” Michael croaked and leaned in and kissed her closed eyes and got up off the bed.

“Yes, Mistress, if you need anything, just call us.” He watched as Jason
also kissed her closed eyes and lapped up a single salty tear before he got up.

Once the door was closed, they both padded to the kitchen, putting on their boxer shorts on the way. “Well, at least she’s home,” Jason said.

“Yes, but she’s so removed from us, and you saw those tears. They broke my heart.”

“Yes, but this Mistress idea is working. She’d never have let us back in her bed without it.”

“We’re not back in her bed, yet. I agree, but it’s her heart that I want right now, more than anything. I think, however, she’ll enjoy paddling our asses, although I’m not really looking forward to it, but at least it’s a start.” After having a snack, they moved to the guest bedroom for the night.