Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (27 page)

She couldn’t control the writhing of her body. Michael then pinched her other nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Jason took her clit in his mouth and sucked while flicking his tongue repeatedly around and over it. He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy and felt her muscles pulsating, trying to hold on and pull his hand in deeper. He saw her orgasm rush over her. Her body stiffened and then vibrated. She could tell that he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed his cock buried deep in her.

“Can’t…wait. I need you now.”

Grace straddled him with her feet on the bed beside his hips. Taking hold of his cock, she rubbed it over her pussy lips, tickling her clit. She positioned him at her entrance and sank down then raised herself up a little, and then sank down again.

He could feel the base of his cock inside her. He looked down at his cock buried in her and groaned at the sight. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Come here.” He pulled her down to his chest and kissed her.

Michael opened the bottle of lube that was on the bedside table, and Grace gasped as a dollop of the cold lube hit her anus. Before she could complain, Jason willed her back into the kiss with an erotic duel of their tongues. Michael rubbed the lube around her ass and inserted a finger, pumping it in and out, stretching her muscles. He then inserted a second finger, and Grace moaned as the nerve endings inside her jumped to life. Once he was satisfied she was ready, Michael positioned himself behind her and aligned his cock. With slow force, he pushed his cock into her. Grace groaned at the slight pinching and burning, but the sensation of fullness overpowered the pain she felt. Inch by slow inch, Michael pushed into her until he was completely seated.

He groaned at the added tightness and the sensation of Michael sliding into her against his cock separated by only a thin skin barrier. They both lay still for a moment, letting Grace adjust to having two cocks inside of her. She squirmed, trying to get some leverage. But he held her hips from beneath, and Michael held her from on top. She used all her muscle power to clamp down on both cocks, and they both groaned in response. As soon as Jason started to move, Michael also began thrusting slow and deep, burying himself in her ass. They both then started pounding into her, their usual synchronized rhythm obviously thrown out the window. Jason needed to fuck her hard. He needed to imprint himself on her, and Michael joined his pace.

Grace screamed in pleasure as they pounded into her body, driving her up and over into orgasm after orgasm between them.

Over and over again, she rode wave after wave of bliss, as her men took their love and frustrations out on her body. Her whole body felt as though it had turned into one throbbing nerve ending. She felt a building inside her, a need for something…she couldn’t reach. Her mind turned all its energy on the single, focused need to release the building pressure. It struck…Her body began to shake, the orgasm so strong it was painful. Each rub against Jason’s pelvis, against her clit, sent licks of painful pleasure through her. Her mind shattered, and she screamed and moaned as her body convulsed. Her muscles clamped down so hard on both of their cocks she could feel the veins on them. Both Jason and Michael roared and thrust harder into her, pushing themselves deeper than she thought possible. She wondered in a moment of insanity
if their cocks would come out her mouth.

Grace collapsed on Jason in fatigue, then Michael collapsed on her, crushing her into Jason’s chest. She didn’t care. She would happily die of suffocation between her men.

Jason
slapped Michael’s side. “Dying here happy, but move your ass.” Michael pulled out of Grace and groaned as he flopped down beside them.

“We should have a spa,” Michael said.

“Can’t…move. Give me a second,” Jason panted

“Grace, you okay?” Michael asked.

“
Gracey
, baby?” Michael and Jason both looked quickly at her in concern. “She’s asleep,” Jason stated.

“More like passed out. Check this out.” Michael picked up her arm and dropped it back to the bed. Grace didn’t move.

“Shit, hey! We fucked her unconscious. I love it when we do that to her,” Jason added.

“I agree. No better ego boost than knowing you caused your lover to have so many orgasms they pass out.” Michael rubbed her back as Jason tightened his arms round her, pulling her harder against his chest. “We need to clean up and get her cleaned up,” Michael said.

“Yeah, I know. I just want to hold her a bit longer. She feels so good.”

Michael left for the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later freshly showered and with a warm washcloth. After washing Grace, he tucked her into bed between them.

“Grace, we’d like to take you out to dinner tonight, so no need to cook.” Grace looked between them both over the breakfast table.

“Okay, what’s the dress code? Smart, casual, or do I break out the little black dress?”

“Definitely a little black dress affair. I’ve got to get moving, but I’ll be home at six to get ready. Love you,
Gracey
.” Jason kissed her as he walked toward the garage.

“I’ve got to go, too. See you tonight, my lovely slave.” Michael swung her by her waist and bent her over in a passionate kiss.

Grace spent the day cleaning up and reorganizing the house. She’d tried to get in contact with her sister a number of times. She knew she’d be out of cell range for most of her trip, but she just wanted to check in with her. She felt a great deal of guilt over the worry she’d put her sister through, and it was getting to her. She wanted to reassure Sophie that she was fine and things were getting better, and they truly were. She knew things between Michael and Jason would never be how they once were, but maybe this was better. Before she’d always felt their relationship was a fairy tale and she would one day wake up and it would be a dream. Now with the scars they all carried of the traumas they had been through, she felt that their relationship had matured. It was more…real, more grounded.

By seven o’clock they were all dressed and ready to go. Grace looked at her men in their dinner suits. They looked so handsome. She really was lucky, she thought.

“Now, Grace, don’t look at us like that or we won’t make it to dinner.” Jason laughed.

“Look like what?”

“You know what like. You were looking at us like you could eat us.”

“Hmm…now that’s an idea.”

Michael gave her a quick, hard smack on the ass. “Stop that, naughty girl. We’re going to dinner. We would like this dinner to be vanilla type, no slave, no Master. We’re all on equal ground.”

Grace was taken aback by his words. She nodded her agreement and removed her collar, putting in on the entry table, but she now felt panicked. Why would they want her to remove her collar?

“You’re
overthinking
this, Grace. Calm down,” Michael murmured.

Annoyed, Grace opened her own door and sat in the back of the car, having a tantrum.
Tell me to calm down, you great big ape
.

Michael
chuckled at her childish reaction. It never got old, the change in Grace when she removed the collar. He knew with
the collar in place, she had a measure of peace and a feeling of belonging, which allowed her to relax. Without it, her prickly self-defenses triggered, and she easily became bratty and grumpy.

They were led to a private dining room within the restaurant. The table was beautifully set with white linens, silver, candles, and her favorite soft, soulful music playing in the background. Two dozen long-stem red roses in a tall vase decorated the center of the table. She looked between Michael and Jason, and her heart melted at the looks on their faces and she relaxed. There was no way they would go to all this trouble if they were breaking up with her.

After everyone was seated, Grace took a big sip of her wine, more like a gulp, mentally preparing herself for an obviously very serious conversation.

“Grace, you know we have brought you here for a discussion as equals,” Michael said.

“Yes, well, that’s blindingly obvious.”

“Grace, we want you to marry us and let us all spend the rest of our lives together.” Grace turned her stunned gaze on Jason and his rushed proposal.

“Well, so much for taking everything slow and smoothly as we planned…Jason.”

Grace’s brain clicked back into gear after the shock. “Look, guys, there’s something I need to tell you. If we’re looking at marriage, you need to understand and accept this before any decisions can be made.” She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and braced for their reaction.

“The doctors don’t think I can have children.”

“We know, honey.” The warmth and compassion in Michael’s voice moved Grace, and it took a moment for his words to sink in.

“What do you mean, you know?”

“After you left, we were both devastated. Craig tracked Scott down, and he told us the whole story. We don’t care. We just want you,” Jason said.

“We also know that having a family is very important to you, so we can look into surrogacy
or adoption, whatever you feel most comfortable with. We both would love to have kids, but we also would be happy with just the three of us.”

“Really? You’re both willing to do that for me?” Grace looked between them, looking for signs they weren’t telling her the truth.

“Absolutely, Grace, you are the love of our lives. Marry us and let us spend a lifetime showing you.” Grace looked at both her men and felt a wave of love so strong it hurt. She also felt their love radiating back to her. It was her fantasy, her fairy tale to have them as her husbands. Yes, they’d problems and a troubled past
—didn’t people say without pain there is no gain
—and they had experienced the pain, and now she wanted, she needed to gain a lifetime of love from these two men who would cherish her forever.
Take the risk, Grace, or you’re an idiot.

“Okay then…well…Yes, I will marry you both.” Jason leapt from his chair and grabbed Grace. Pulling her from her chair, he gave her the biggest bear hug. Michael grabbed her face with both hands in Jason’s arms and gave her the biggest, most passionate kiss.

“There is more that we need to discuss. Obviously, you can’t legally marry both of us. So we talked about it, and you will marry me. Jason has agreed to change his name to Cooper so we will all be Coopers. That way we can both easily be your husbands.” Grace knew it had to be this way. Michael’s dominant nature wouldn’t allow it any other way.

“Jason. You’re okay with this?”

“
Gracey
, I never had any love for Smith, and I have no family, so this decision was extremely easy for me. Besides, Jason Cooper sounds so much more powerful.” Grace couldn’t help but laugh.

“There’s another thing we’d like to ask you. We’d like you to be our permanent slave. At our wedding, we would also like to have a collaring ceremony, where we will present your permanent collar.”

“Of course, Michael, nothing would make me happier.”

Jason pulled out of his pocket a little blue jewelry box. He opened it for her, and Grace looked down on a stunning engagement ring. It had a large solitaire diamond, and nestled on either side were two smaller diamonds.

“We had this ring made to symbolize our love. At the center, the big bright and beautiful diamond being you, and to each side a smaller diamond to represent each of us.”

“It’s beautiful. I love it and what it represents, and I love you both.” Michael removed it from the box, slid it onto her finger, and kissed her with the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. He gently kissed each eyelid, her nose, and then her lips with the softest of touches, and she felt tears well in her eyes.

“Okay, let’s eat because I can wait to get home so we can make our fiancée pass out again,” Jason said, and they all laughed.

Chapter Twenty-Four