Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (25 page)

“Hello, Craig.”

“Michael, the correct name is Master Craig. You know that as a slave you must call all
Doms
and
Dommes
Master and Mistress.”

Craig leant over to Karen and whispered in her ear, “Do you know anything about this?”

Karen turned to whisper back to Craig. “Yes, apparently Michael and Jason have agreed to be her slaves for six weeks as punishment for a major crime. Probably because of the breakup.”

“Really, I didn’t think she had this in her, but hey, if it resolves the issues between them.”

“This is perfect. Look at the disgust on Michael’s face. He hates every moment of this. I hope she can see how much he truly loves her to give up everything of himself, including his pride for her.”

“I personally think it’s my duty to help Grace with Michael’s submission. He’s needed a wake-up call for quite some time. This will teach him that submission for love is what Grace gave them. He will realize how deep and special that was when he’s forced to do it himself.”

“Not to mention the fun we’ll have watching him submit to her.” They both snickered and continued their conversation with Grace.

“Well, Mistress and Masters, I have slaves to punish.” Grace made her way to the dungeon closely followed by the boys. She walked up to the stockades and placed each man in front of one. “Slaves, strip.” Jason immediately dropped his leather boxer briefs. Grace moved toward the display board and wrote, “I failed to trust, I failed my love, and I must learn humility,” on both boards. She then secured Jason in the stockade. She turned to Michael and saw that he had not undressed. “I said strip, slave. For your disobedience you shall be punished.” Michael read the board and looked at Grace. He dropped his leather boxer briefs and waited. Grace moved toward the implement wall where whips, paddles, and crops were lined up in rows. She selected a crop and moved back to Michael, securing him in the stockade. “Slave, you’ll suffer fifteen strikes, and you shall count them.”

Michael wasn’t prepared for the first strike. He had suffered the crop before, although it was quite a while ago. He was a firm believer that no one had the right to deliver a punishment they had not suffered themselves. The crop landed hard on his right ass check and stung like hell. “One, Mistress.”

“One, thank you, Mistress. I want you to thank me for every strike.”

“One, thank you, Mistress. Two, thank you, Mistress.” By the time Grace had gotten to three, she so desperately wanted this over. Michael’s ass had three bright red marks. She would swear she felt the heat radiating off it from where she was standing. She knew he was only doing this for her. Michael was not getting any pleasure from the kiss of the crop. She wasn’t getting any enjoyment from delivering each strike either. It was revenge plain and simple. She could hear Michael’s words in her mind. “Never in anger, never for revenge.”
Stop!
was the only sane thought she had from this whole exercise. Replacing the crop back in the rack, she grabbed some after-care gel and slowly began applying it to Michael’s reddened skin. “Very well done, boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Grace left the boys in the stockade and went upstairs for a few drinks. She wanted them to suffer for at least an hour.

“Okay, boys, you have suffered well. Your Mistress is proud. Get dressed. We’re going home.” Grace waited as they put their shorts back on and
reclasped
their leads. As they approached the coat area, she led them into the dressing room. “Boys, I have something else for you to wear home.” Pulling out of her bag two cock rings and two G-strings, she handed them over. “I want my boys thinking about how their Mistress is going to fuck them, all the way home.” Both men smiled, and their cocks inflated like balloons. Rolling the cock rings in place, she let them put on their own G-strings, and securing the cloaks, they left the club.

When they arrived home, Grace was so horny she needed release. She hadn’t enjoyed the night as much as she thought she would, in fact she had hated it, but now they were home,
she could have any fantasy she wanted. She could have any position she wanted. “Boys, strip and be ready on the bed.” They both walked straight to the bedroom. When she entered the room, she looked at her two men.
No, not her men, never again.
Naked and aroused.
Stuff the niceties, two hard, thick, long cocks throbbing to taste me.
Stripping out of her clothes and leaving them where they fell, she climbed up onto the bed stalking her prey. “Michael, lie in the center of the bed. Jason, you are going to lick, suck, and eat my pussy until I come at least once in your mouth.” Grace straddled Michael’s body, positioning her pussy above his cock, knowing that Jason would be frighteningly close to Michael’s cock to accomplish his task. It added just a touch of revenge to her pleasure, just enough to make her smile. Grace jolted when she felt Jason’s mouth, his tongue licking her from clit to ass. As she moaned, she licked the shell of Michael ear, whispering to him, “Can you feel his breath on your cock? Has his tongue accidently swiped you cock or maybe your balls yet?” Pushing her tongue into his ear she continued to whisper.
“Do you like the idea, dear slave? Do you want me to order him to suck your cock?” Michael groaned, not in pleasure but disgust at the idea. “Oh, my poor little slave, I would never order that, but maybe you would like me to suck your cock?” Michael groaned again but this time in pleasure. “Ah, you like that one. Would you like me to lap at your balls with my tongue? Would you like me to suckle on your sac while I rub my hand over your cock, worshiping like a good little slave?”

Michael’s hips thrust toward Grace, forgetting Jason was eating her drenched pussy. “Fuck.”

Grace snickered as Michael screamed. “Slave Jason, stop, get the lube, and prepare me. I want both my slaves fucking me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Slave Michael, hold your cock while I slide my pussy over it. You are not to move.” Grace sheathed herself on his cock, loving the full feeling. She watched Michael’s face and saw how difficult it was for him to stay still. She could feel his body tense with the need to pump into her.

“Mistress, I have everything ready.”

“Begin then, slave, prep me, then you may fuck my ass.” Jason jumped to attention, slathering Grace’s dark rose with lube and inserting one then two fingers, scissoring them. Michael groaned beneath her. “You better not come, slave, unless you want to be whipped.” Michael whimpered. “I’m ready, slave. Now get that beautiful cock filling my ass.” Both men groaned at her words. Grace felt Jason slowly push against her resistant muscles, breathing deeply she relaxed her muscles and felt him slide in to the hilt. The pinch of pain with the delicious feeling of fullness made her moan. “Now, slave, fuck your Mistress.” Both men began pumping into her. Grace could feel the friction on the small skin barrier between them, and with each thrust, her clit rubbed against Michael’s pelvis. Slowly, the building of pleasure in her mind became all-consuming. She needed it. She just needed something extra, something more to push her over. “Slave Jason, pinch my nipples. Slave Michael, pinch my clit.” Jason wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up toward his chest, his hands molding her breasts, and then he began to pinch and twist her nipples and up his speed and the depth of his thrusting. Michael squeezed his hand down between them, and Grace felt the sharp sting of his pinch on her clit. In the background, she heard them both counting one, two—
what the hell are they doing?—
three. They both released her nipples and clit at the same time, and as the blood and pain rushed back, Grace screamed as her orgasm hit. The throbbing and rhythmic beat of her pussy and ass muscles contracting around both their cocks was her last conscious thought before the black spots behind her eyes consumed her and she passed out in bliss.

“Fuck
, she’s passed out,”
Michael said.

“Thank god. I couldn’t do anything more. I swear that just killed me,” Jason replied.

“You’re not the only one. Let’s clean her up and get to sleep.”

After using a warm cloth to clean her and themselves, they both snuggled in on either side of their Grace. Not once had she woken, but her steady breathing confirmed she was asleep. Michael’s
last thought before he drifted off to sleep was of his love for this amazing woman, for all she had suffered and for all she had given them. He loved her more than life itself. He planned to do anything and everything he could to show her how much he loved her. How much he wanted her to be their wife and their love forever.

Chapter
Twenty-Two

Opening her eyes she looked either side of her and saw the men she loved
lying next to her sound asleep. She couldn’t do this anymore. She thought that taking revenge on them would make her feel alive, and it had for a while. Now she just felt sad. There had once been so much love between them all. But now, there was so much pain between them all, that the life seemed to be draining out of their relationship.

Her being their dominatrix was only tearing them and, now she realized it, her, apart. There was only one course left open to her, she thought
.
It was to be their submissive or slave again. Could she ever submit to them again? Submission required so much trust. Could she allow herself to do that again after all that had happened? But what was the alternative? Being alone, and losing them forever.
I love them. I need them in my life.

Grace shook her head. She needed to get some fresh air and try to sort out what to do. A decision needed to be made, but could she honestly say, “yes, I forgive you,” and move on? What would she feel when she saw a little baby and remembered Anna, and losing her, and how alone she’d been. Was there such a thing as forgiveness? Carefully getting out of bed without waking the boys, she slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Then grabbing her running shoes, she headed for the door.

Michael
lay very still, watching Grace get dressed and leave the room. He looked over to Jason and saw he was doing the same thing. They both sensed Grace’s need for space. Michael scrubbed his hands over his face. “What do we do, Jas? For once I’m completely lost.”

“I know what you mean. She seems so sad. The look on her face last night just broke my heart. I know she doesn’t want to be our
Domme
anymore. I think she’s going to leave us, Michael. I won’t survive if she leaves again.”

“I know. I feel the same way, but what do we do?”

Crossing the street, she realized she’d run almost five blocks. Her legs powered
her forward, and all the time her heart was clawing in her chest trying to escape back to her loves. Grace’s mind was calculating the odds of their relationship’s possible future. She didn’t have any data on a three-person relationship. She’d never actually heard of one, except in books, and who knew if they were true. She always thought they were a concept dreamed up by some horny writer’s fantasies.

Grace suddenly stopped on the sidewalk with a moment of clarity. The real problem in their relationship was not three people or past mistakes. Every relationship had its problems and misunderstandings. The real problem was trust. In order for her to be fully satisfied, she needed to live as a slave. To be one, she needed to submit. But she’d lost her trust in them, which also meant her ability to submit. There was no possible future if she couldn’t trust them enough to submit.

She was going about this all wrong. She needed to give them the chance to try and get her to submit. See if she was able to allow herself to let go and trust them enough to do it. Only then could they all make a decision about their future. She knew they could get her to submit during sex, so one night wasn’t going to prove anything. She turned and headed back to the house. How much time would be appropriate? She thought about the past two weeks and all the boys had suffered, and she thought that maybe two weeks was the perfect timeframe for this test. With her mind made up, Grace jogged home. She needed to discuss this with them.

When Grace entered the house, Michael and Jason were in the kitchen. “Boys, we need to have a talk.”