Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

Grace turned and crawled over to Jason, who sat down on the bed.

“Well, slave, show me what a good little slave you are. Get your pussy up here and slide it onto my cock, and then ride me. Show your Master what a good little jockey you are.”

He was deeply concerned he wouldn’t last very long. He nearly came in his pants watching her suck on Michael’s cock. Unzipping his pants, she took out his cock. He saw her swipe at the drop of pre-cum on the crown, and take it into her mouth with a wicked cheeky smile.

She climbed onto his lap, spreading her legs over each of his thighs and angling her hips slightly forward and back so he could watch her slowly sink her glistening pink pussy down onto his iron rod. Holding his cock, she rubbed it against her dripping pussy folds. She played with her clit with the head of his cock, swirling it round and around, using it as her own personal sex toy. She let him feel how wet and hot she was before slowly sinking on his shaft. Inch by inch his beautiful cock entered her. When she was halfway down his shaft, she stopped. Then she thrust her hips down, taking him completely inside her with a brutal force. She began flexing the inner muscles of her pussy, massaging his cock inside her.

“God, that’s it, milk me!”

Grace began to raise her hips up and down his cock whilst clenching her pussy muscles. She started with an agonizingly slow pace as she felt the ridges of his cock sliding against her pussy walls, electrifying her clit as his pubic hair tickled it. She rubbed against his pelvis each time she sank completely down, adding pressure to her tortured nub of pleasure.

Grace’s rhythm began to increase, and she started to twist and rotate her hips, pushing his hard cock against her G-spot, bucking with the intensity beginning to build. The orgasm hit Grace with the force of a Mack truck. She felt her inner muscles convulse and rhythmically squeeze Jason’s cock inside her. Over and over again she flew with the pleasure her body was feeling.

In the back of her mind she heard the exalted groan from Jason as he grabbed her hips and ground her pussy as hard as he could against his pelvis so that his cock was so far into her it was almost in her womb. The tidal wave of cum that bathed her innermost walls was deliciously warm and soothing. It salved her tunnel with a creamy flow that made her swoon.

Grace looked into his eyes, seeing the satisfaction and satiation. She kissed his lips tenderly, the desire for the emotional connection too much for her to deny. Her lips slid over his with the lightest of touches, so that Jason opened his mouth as his hand grabbed her neck and pulled her into a deep and passionate mating of mouths and tongues. When Jason finally released her, she was panting from the scorching heat their kiss had generated.

“Well, you are a good little slave, aren’t you?” Jason
panted.

“Yes, Master,” Grace replied, lowering her eyes in a shy but provocative gesture.

“Michael’s right. You are a cheeky little vixen. Now, showers are in order. Go and get everything ready, slave
.”

Grace rolled off Jason’s body, making him groan from the feel of her pussy releasing him. Padding her way to the gorgeous marble bathroom, she turned on the space-age double shower, wondering what she had to get ready.
Okay, soap’s in the shower. What else? Shit…umm…towels?
Looking around, she found three towels on the shelf and moved them to the sink opposite the shower.

Jason
lay on the bed, giving himself time for his body to enjoy the liquid, sated state he was feeling. Looking at the ceiling, he was running through everything that had happen so far this night. “She’s going to be a lot of fun, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is,” Michael replied.

“I’m a bit frightened by how easy it is with her, and how natural it feels having her with us.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Michael looked at Jason lying there sated and happy and thought over his words. Grace was meant for them. It was as though she was the link they had always been missing. It was all too soon. Too easy, too unbelievable. Instead of feeling thankful and complete, fear dominated his thoughts, a feeling that was making him want to run. To flee back to a place where everything was easy and safe, but also boring and lonely.

Grace
checked the water temperature before walking back into the bedroom. She lowered herself to kneel in the center of the room. “Masters, the shower is ready.”

“Very good, slave, follow us and we’ll show you how to shower us,” Michael said, leading the way into the shower. “Now, slave, soap your body and then rub it all over ours.”

She blinked, and then blinked again. Surely he was
punking
her or something. Did he really want to use her body as a washcloth? On the other hand, that did sound quite interesting.
May as well try it. I’m here to learn, and who knows? It may be fun.

She poured a generous amount of body wash into her hand and rubbed it all over her chest and stomach. She looked at both Michael and Jason, transfixed by her movements. Now feeling a sense of power, she paid extra attention to her breasts, gently massaging her nipples, and slid her hand down to her crotch to soap herself there as well. “Okay, vixen, this is about us, not you,” Michael demanded.

“I’m sorry, Master. I thought I was doing this for you.” She playfully pouted.

Michael put his hand on her arm and turned her to the tiled wall. Grace gasped in shock, not understanding what was happening. Then she heard a loud smack, and heat radiated from her ass.
He spanked me. I can’t believe it. He actually spanked me…

Chapter Eight

Jason rubbed her ass, spreading the heat down to her core. Smack. Smack.
Michael continued to rain five blows to her behind, alternating between each cheek, with Jason rubbing her abused flesh in between the spanks. Her pussy started to throb in need, even though she’d had more sex in the past three hours than she’d had in the last year. Her body didn’t care. The spanking had created a powerful hunger.

“Turn around, slave,”
Michael commanded.

Grace turned to face them both. She was sucking in deep, short breaths, not quite panting but coming close to it. She looked directly into Michael’s eyes.

Michael
knew a submissive should never look directly into her Master’s eyes. In this situation, it was a sign of challenge. He knew he wouldn’t call her on it just now, as the pure lust pulsating in her gaze was an aphrodisiac he wanted to continue to receive.

“I told you you’d be punished for your vixen ways. My dear, you’re attempting to top from the bottom, and that is unacceptable. We are the only Masters here, and you are a slave.”

“Michael, I’m not sure that the spanking was a punishment. She looks to have enjoyed it too much. We don’t want to have a naughty slave who tries to get in trouble, just so she can have a spanking,” Jason
added.

“You’re right. Slave, you’re forbidden to have an orgasm for the rest of the night. Do you understand me? And before you think you can have an orgasm and then a spanking my little slave. No, you disobey me on this, and orgasms will seem like a long-ago dream you once had. Not to mention sitting down without your ass feeling as though it’s on fire.” He
could feel the anger radiating off Grace, but he also knew he needed to be strong and hard on her or she would never truly submit to them. She’d obviously controlled and dominated most people in her life, but she needed to submit to be happy. Much like in early times, she was a strong woman, only willing to let herself be carried off by the strongest and bravest.

Grace wanted to scream. The spanking had built a fire of need within her. The thought that she’d have to go to sleep with this deep frustration angered her.
How could they do this to me? I was just having a little fun.
Michael’s words of topping from the bottom echoed in her mind. Was it true? Was she trying to dominate them while being a submissive?

“Now, slave, let’s finish off this shower. It’s been a big day, and we all need some rest,” Jason said.

Grace started on Jason. She knew it was childish, but she was angry at Michael for punishing her. She used her breasts to rub all over his chest and sides. She walked behind him and rubbed against his back, lowering herself, swishing side to side, trying to use her body as a washcloth. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was pulsing and swollen. The slippery soap and steam from the shower made what she first thought a degrading task an erotic experience. Moving on then to Michael as Jason rinsed off, she repeated the same with him.

“Thank you, slave, you may now rinse and towel off, then into bed,” Michael commanded.

Grace felt a new wave of anger toward him but obeyed his commands even though in her mind she was punishing him.
How about I tie you down, spank your ass, and give you the blow job of the century, but don’t let you come. Just sit back and watch your balls turn blue. Yeah, bet you’d be all happy then, bastard. You’re not allowed to orgasm, slave. How dare he do this to me. If he knew how goddamn hard it was for me to actually orgasm, he wouldn’t be denying me. Before tonight, I haven’t had an orgasm without using a vibrator in over two years.

Grace opened her eyes, her body tangled between Jason and Michael’s, not sure exactly where she was for a second. She looked over at them, not sure what she should do now. Last night had been mind-blowing. She’d had the best sex of her life, and then going to sleep snuggled between two gorgeous bodies was the fulfillment of a fantasy she’d never had, but wished she did. She would never forget the feeling of being surrounded by hot, hard male bodies, the warm security and protection she felt. These men would never hurt her. They were her protectors.

Sighing to herself, she decided it was time to start the day. Both her Masters would be going to work, so they should start with a good breakfast. Carefully, she wriggled and slid off the bed without waking her men.
Whoa…where had that come from, “her men?”

Looking over at them sleeping, she decided not to focus on them being her men. She walked into the kitchen to prepare pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. After everything was ready, she crept back to the bedroom where both of them were still sleeping. She looked over to the clock on the bedside table
. Goodness, it was : a.m. Surely they were meant to be up already.

Carefully sliding back between the pair, she grabbed hold of each of their morning erections, one in each hand, and started to stroke them “Masters, I hate to wake you, but I’m sure it’s past time for you both to start the day. Breakfast is ready.” Both of them moaned in unison and thrust their hips up, pushing their cocks harder into her hands.

“Ride me, slave. Get that tight little pussy onto my throbbing cock.” Grace immediately mounted Michael’s cock, sinking down to his pelvis. She then turned to Jason.

“Please, Master Jason, could you move up a fraction? I would love to pleasure you as well.” Jason moved up the bed so Grace could bend over and take his cock into her mouth. The feeling of having both of their cocks inside her body at the same time was amazing. She increased her pace, sliding up and down on Michael’s cock, her weeping pussy stuffed full of his massive shaft.

She increased the suction on Jason cock, moaning in delight. She opened her eyes to find them both staring at her mouth as she swallowed Jason. Michael groaned and tensed. She reached down between her and Michael and ran a finger around her clit, circling round and round then rubbing over and over, squeezing and tumbling her little pebble between her fingers.

“Please, Masters, may I come?” Grace pleaded.

“Yes, slave, you may,” Michael replied.

“Come for us, slave. Come on Michael’s cock,” Jason seconded.

She rubbed harder on her clit until she felt her orgasm building. She then pinched her clit, rolling the tight little bud between her fingers. The pain and pleasure crested and then washed her over the edge. Michael let out a load groan, and she felt his cock pumping hot cum into her. Moaning around Jason’s cock, she nearly choked when his cum jetted in streams into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow the copious flow. A drop slipped past her lips and settled on her cheek. Licking Jason clean, she then used her tongue to swipe the drop that escaped her mouth. Both men groaned again at the erotic sight. She gave them both her cheekiest grin in return, as if to say, “that was the best ice cream I have ever eaten.”