Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

Closing the limo door after they were seated, the driver immediately shut the privacy screen and pulled out into the traffic for their journey home.

“Slave Grace, I’m Master Michael as you know, and this is Master Jason. We’re both your new Masters.”

Holy shit…Grace thought.
My. God! Wait a minute. Are they gay? I’m really just going to be a housekeeper who’ll overlook their kinky shit. Hold on. What if they’re bisexual? Can I handle watching two guys going at it in bed with me? Well, I’ve never done it before, and you should always try something once to see if you like it, but…

“We both live and work together. However, we are not gay or bisexual. We’re very comfortable around each other and have a very close relationship. We both share lovers in every way.”

“Yes,
Gracey
. I have no problem seeing his junk, but I’m not playing with it. That’s your job.”

Michael
froze at Jason’s statement. They’d not even discussed the acceptance of a sexual relationship. He looked at Grace, who burst out laughing and he instantly relaxed. This was going to work out wonderfully.

“Let me guess, subtlety isn’t your strong suit.” Grace laughed.

Jason and Michael both snickered with Grace. She had already lightened the mood and brought the gift of laughter, and they weren’t even home yet.

“Okay, getting back to it. You’ll follow both our commands. However, should you face any command conflicts, you should always follow mine first and foremost. Do you understand?”

“Basically Michael here is the head honcho, the master in command, and I am his second in charge, his wingman so to speak. You, my dear, are much…lower on the food chain, but I’m positive you’re the tastiest.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she said, looking directly into his eyes.

He felt a shiver of power flicker over his skin at the sound of her calling him “Master.” He felt, right now, as if he could fly…

“However, as you have committed to slave training, the first lesson will be that you shall never hide your body. Slave Grace, strip.” Grace
looked between Michael and Jason and wondered if he was serious.
We’re in a car on the street. They hadn’t even had a real conversation yet! For goodness’ sake
!

“You can’t be serious, can you?”

“You’ll find I’m very serious. I won’t ask again, slave. Obey me, or you, will, be punished.” He growled in a deep tone that actually curled Grace’s toes.
Okay, well, this is what the Lifestyle is all about. You understood this would be happening. Granted, not this quickly, but you did know. You’re their slave after all.

Slowly Grace slipped off the seat and turned to face both men. She settled herself on her knees and started unhooking the front of her corset. She knew she should be looking at the floor or discreetly over her left shoulder as she’d been trained to do, but she wanted to look into their eyes. Just to show them she was complying with the command but still holding her own.

She removed the corset and felt a flash of heat fill her face. She wasn’t shy, but displaying herself so openly to the two men she wanted to impress most in the world right now was daunting.
What if I’m not sexy enough? What if when they see how my body really is after the body-sculpting corset is gone they aren’t turned on by me? God I hate this. Okay, pull yourself together, girl. Get a grip!

With her hands by her sides, shaking slightly, she lowered her head and waited. Jason put a finger under her chin and raised her face to look into his eyes. “You should never hide from us, Grace. You must know what a beautiful body you have. You should never be embarrassed or even shy with us.”

“We’ll need to ensure we give her some body appreciation training.”

“Yes, I agree! Slave, we’re still waiting.” Grace slowly started to remove her panties, sliding them over her thighs and down her legs. Once removed, she placed them on the seat with her corset.

“Unlike most Masters, both Jason and I like to hear our slave speak. Also, given your training needs, we need to communicate openly. When we don’t want you to speak, we’ll inform you, otherwise you’re free to talk.” Grace was grateful. She’d been terrified she’d be alone with her thoughts without being able to express them.

“Thank you, Masters.” Grace chewed on her bottom lip and wondered how best to address her immediate concerns.

“I’m not sure whether you’ve been warned. I’m not a one hundred percent slave. I actually believe I am a standard submissive. Master Craig felt that it would be difficult for me to submit in a relationship if I had the free choice to choose. I’m concerned that your expectations of me are higher than I can deliver.” Grace sheepishly turned her gaze away after her admission. She felt it was her duty to warn them in case they wanted to send her back.

“Grace, we have a week’s trial to ensure we all meld together. I’m sure you weren’t expecting to have two Masters either. To be honest with you, we’ve never been interested in slaves before. I always considered them to be mindless toys, and that doesn’t fit with our lifestyle.

“But you, Grace, when I met you in the club, I saw a different concept of a slave. One that did interest me, so we will discover together, the three of us, what our unique Masters-and-Slave relationship will be. Back to the warnings of your defiant streak. To be honest with you, sweetheart, anyone worth a grain of salt can see that in you.”

For the first time since meeting Michael, Grace saw a kindness and playfulness. It was a very different side of him. She had only ever seen his strength and force so far. It was a relief to know that he also had a softer side.

“Now, slave, back to the rules of our household and our immediate expectations of you. We expect you to cook all meals, clean the house, and generally manage the household. Which includes chores such as shopping, organizing the household accounts,
et cetera
, et cetera. With your business management and accounting background, I’m sure you’ll manage all that with ease.

“You’ll also attend any work functions that either Jason or I have, as our date. Whilst in the house or when alone with Jason or me, you’ll not be permitted to wear clothing. Simply put, you are to remain naked when possible. The only item on your body will be our collar.”

“Yes, Master, I understand. I do ask for patience as I learn how you both prefer everything to be done.”

She couldn’t believe her luck. She had ended up with not only Master Michael but Master Jason as well. Both were good-looking, masculine, and dominant, which, it seemed, was what she wanted more than anything.

The sexual tension in the car was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Grace noticed that Jason was very tense sitting there in his seat. She wondered if they were waiting on her to show a sign that her service could commence.
Gee! I forgot I have to tell them if I approve of a sexual relationship. Well, this could be interesting. I could always draw it out and make them sweat. Ah! Who am I kidding? I can’t wait to bed these two. Pride be damned. I’m going to get some, and right now.

“Master Jason, you seem tense. Is there anything I can do to ease your tension?”

Jason
turned to look at Grace. She was definitely the right girl for them. He and Michael had discussed this before the auction and had agreed to wait until they got home before asking her about any sexual relationship between them all. But their Grace was ready. She had surprised them both with her easy acceptance and, boy, was he thankful for it.

“Yes, Grace, there is.” Looking at their little minx, he realized the possibilities
were endless. “Now that the introductions are out of the way and you obviously have accepted a sexual relationship, come here and suck my cock, baby, and relieve the pressure that’s been building since I first saw you.”

He watched her shuffle herself forward to kneel between his feet. She lowered his zipper and began to pull his pants down, her eyelids at half-mast.

“Yes, Master
, I live to serve,” she said seductively while blowing a big breath of warm air over his rock-hard cock.

She could feel Jason shiver from the sensation. She lapped the pre-cum off the eye of his cock and then seductively licked her lips whilst looking him right in the eyes. Flattening her tongue, she licked it from base to tip over and over like the most delicious ice cream cone. He was much larger than she had expected, and she was grateful that he must trim his pubic hair. There was nothing sexier than a man who took care of himself but, most importantly, the comfort of his partner. Leaning up and over, she swallowed his cock. She felt his body stiffen slightly to give her better access.

“That’s it, slave, swallow me. Milk me. Drink me dry.”

She
stiffened when Michael removed her shoes. She had never taken two men at the same time. She’d fantasized about it many times. Actually it was her favorite fantasy when masturbating. However, the reality was a bit frightening.

Michael couldn’t stop the joy that spread to his heart at the sight of his best friend and his new slave. He couldn’t control the lust that burned hot and strong as he watched them. He couldn’t bear to not be a part of this. Moving behind Grace, he dropped to the floor, kneeling on the plush carpeting. He removed her high heels, as in the limited space of the limo he didn’t want to end up with a spike wound.

He started rubbing up her legs to her inner thigh, and her wet pussy, which was throbbing for attention. He rubbed his fingers against her pussy, and they were immediately coated in her warm and wet arousal.

“So, slave, it looks like you’re happy with your new Masters. This pussy is so soaked its dripping.”

Grace moaned her agreement.

“We’ve already told you we want you to speak. So answer the question. Are you happy with both your new Masters, slave?”

Grace temporarily removed Jason’s cock from her mouth to answer. “Yes, Master. I’m very happy, and I hope we can serve each other well.”

Michael laughed. “Ah! Grace, so much to learn. You will serve us, not the other way round,” Michael murmured as he thrust one finger deep into her channel.

Grace moaned as she pushed back against his hand and refocused on mouthing Jason’s cock. He added a second finger to Grace’s hot, dripping wet pussy and groaned. His cock pulsed, begging to replace his fingers. It demanded to feel the slick velvet walls of her pussy wrapped round it, sucking and milking it.

“Fuck…Michael, her mouth is so good. Baby, keep going. Don’t stop.”

Grace
moaned as her pussy tightened on Michael’s fingers, trying to hold them inside her. Her tongue flicked and swirled around Jason’s cock, tickling under the crown. Jason began thrusting into her mouth. She moved her hand to his balls, massaging his sac as she hollowed her mouth, sucking him with a rhythmic force. Using her index finger nail, she gently grazed the sensitive skin between his sac and his anus. She then ran her finger back and forth, while the rest of her hand massaged his balls. His body tensed and jerked, and she felt his balls tighten just before his cock erupted in her mouth. Jet after jet of hot cum splashed to the back of her throat. Greedily, she swallowed stream after stream. He had the most interestingly strong flavor, salty
but smooth and slightly sweet. Again, she was thankful. Drinking him down daily would be no task, but a reward.

She knew a lot of women didn’t like to give blow jobs. They saw it as demeaning or beneath them. Grace always felt the reverse, the sense of power she had over the man beneath her. The control she took from them and the feel of a hard cock sliding through her mouth never failed to excite her. She lapped at Jason’s cock, cleaning him.

Michael
withdrew his fingers from Grace’s pussy and lined up his throbbing cock. He had to get inside her.

He aligned the tip of his cock between her pussy lips, pushing it just slightly into her soaked entrance, then stopped and waited. Just to tease her, he held her hips to stop her attempts to thrust back on him. Grace grunted in frustration.