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

by Sara Kingston

  “Ah! Slave, we’re just setting up the terms for Jason’s new permanent submission to me.”

  Grace laid her hand on Michael’s chest. “So you’re accepting that he’s a switch.”

  “Well, I’m accepting of his submission to me, not of him being a switch. I will never accept him dominating me. You, my dear, will still remain slave to us both. You will not be dominating him.”

  “Oh! And here I thought I would get to spank his tight ass.”

  Jason rolled over to Grace and started to tickle her. “Spank my tight ass? Not likely, little slave.”

  “What? You don’t have a tight ass?” she countered as Michael joined in on the tickling.

  “Oh, I have a tight ass all right, but it will be cold day in hell before you spank it.”

  “Uncle, Uncle,” She begged, trying to get them to stop tickling her. Looking at the faces of the two men above her, Grace felt such an overwhelming rush of love for them. “God, I love you both so much.” At the suddenly shocked faces above her, Grace realized she had said that out loud and not in her head. Shit, shit. Shit…inside words and outside words, Grace. Scolding herself, she covered her eyes with her hands.

  “So you love us, do you, slave?” Michael said as he pried her hands away from her eyes.

  Grace looked at both their faces, and gone were the shocked looks. They had been replaced with two of the broadest, brightest smiles she had ever seen.

  “I asked you a question, slave.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you both, Masters.”

  Jason swooped in for a big kiss. “That’s what I thought you said. Cause I love you, too, Grace.” He pulled his head back, allowing Michael access to her.

  “My beautiful slave, I love you more that you could ever know,” Michael said, kissing her long and deep in the usual dominating way in which she loved so much. They love me. I can’t believe it. They actually love me.

  “Well, now that the mushiness is out of the way, I’m starving. Make me food, wench,” Jason said, laughing out loud.

  Michael threw a pillow at him. “Way to kill the moment, jerk.”

  “Oh, come on. I can’t fuck without sustenance, and Grace is the only one in the house that can actually cook.”

  “Yeah, you do have a point there. Slave, make us food.”

  “Why yes, my Masters, I live to serve.” Grace moved off the bed, snickering. As she got to the door, Michael stopped her.

  “I love you, slave.”

  “I love you, Master,” she replied. She then headed to the kitchen to feed her men. They needed strength because she wanted them again before the night was through.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Michael stood at his office window, looking out at the skyline. Things had been so good and easy at home and in the office, over the past four months. He chuckled at thoughts of the fun they’d had in this very room with none of the staff any the wiser. Grace had everything under control. Sometimes he even felt like she had them under control, with the illusion of her being their slave. He didn’t mind at all, not that he would admit it to anyone. Life was good. Both he and Jason loved Grace with all their hearts, and she loved them back. At the sound of his door opening, he turned as Jason walked in for the meeting he had requested. He’d made sure Grace would be stuck in the document storage vault for the next hour, so they’d have time to talk about the future. With only a little more than a week to go until her contract expired, he’d started to panic. He was worried that she would leave them, and he didn’t like the thought. He wanted Grace with him, with them always.

  “I got your message. What’s this meeting all about?”

  “Jason, we need a serious talk about our future. I’ve made sure Grace isn’t around for the next hour because we never seem to get time alone at home to talk.”

  Jason looked suddenly panicked. “What? What’s wrong with her?”

  “Calm down. Nothing’s wrong. I just want to discuss her contract. It’s up in just over a week.”

  “Really? Shit, I didn’t know it was so close. These past six months have flown by,” Jason said, smiling.

  “I know what you mean. She really makes life good.”

  “So what are we going to do about the contract?”

  Jason rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t want to lose her, Michael, and I don’t think you do either.”

  “Hell no, I want her forever.”

  “Really? Thank god, I was scared shitless that you wanted to let her go.”

  “I want to offer her a permanent contract. I want her to be our slave forever. We’d have to have a biannual renewal or something. I’ll have to discuss it with Craig and see what he thinks.”

  “Why don’t we just marry her?”

  “I thought of that, but I want her free and clear of the current contract before we talk about it.”

  “You’re serious aren’t you? You’d marry her?”

  “Would you?”

  “Of course I would. I just wanted to make sure that Mr. Serious had accepted the idea. It would mean that she’d have our children and we would be a trio forever.”

  “Jason, this is what we’ve always talked about and always planned.”

  “Yes, but there’s a difference between planning and fantasizing about finally having the family we always wanted, and it really being a possibility.”

  “Yes, there is. It’s so much better with Grace. She is way more than I ever imagined.”

  “I agree. So how are we going to do this, how are we going to ask her?”

  Michael leaned forward, excitement racing through his veins as he thought about his plan. “I think we take her out to dinner as Grace, not Slave Grace, and ask her.”

  “When?”

  “Tomorrow night.”

  “Great…should we get her a gift or something?”

  “No, I think we just go to dinner. I don’t want her to think we tried to bribe her or anything.”

  “Okay, nothing but dinner. No whips, no chains, no restraints, no nudity, no…god, this dinner sounds boring.”

  Michael rubbed his jaw in thought. “You’re right. Maybe we should plan an interesting night tonight to take the edge off.”

  “I like what you’re thinking.” For the next thirty minutes, they worked out a detailed plan of Grace’s torture and pleasure tonight using the whips, chains, and nudity they wouldn’t be able to use tomorrow night, including some added toys just for the fun of it.

  The past four months had flown for Grace. She loved her work schedule. She spent four days a week in the office, and had the rest of the week to take care of the house and her men. The boys had told her if her workload became too much for her to manage they were happy to get a cleaner in to help around the house. Grace had dismissed the idea of help as the boys were easy to take care of, and on work nights, they helped with dinner and chores. Also with her Fridays at home, she was able to get everything shipshape.

  As she finished putting the breakfast dishes away, she felt more than saw Michael coming up behind her.

  “Slave Grace, tonight we’re going out to dinner. It will be a slave free night. Jason and I want you to be Grace Sinclair, not our Slave Grace.”

  “I don’t understand, Master Michael. Are you saying you don’t want me to be your slave anymore?” Sheer terror assaulted Grace. They had all been so happy. She’d thought she was finally at peace with her life. Yes, there was more she wanted, like marriage and children, but she loved and needed this lifestyle too much. It made her whole, it completed her. She could even give up the dream of a family. Who are you kidding, girl, as if you could ever give up the dream of having children. She shouldn’t if she loved them enough to spend the rest of her life with them. They would have to love her the same way back, and that love wouldn’t allow them to deny her her dream of children.My god, I’m planning a family with both my men. Grace drifted off in a fantasy of a dark-haired little boy with blue eyes and seri
ous expressions just like his dad Michael, and then a free-spirited sandy blonde-haired girl, who loved life and laughed at everything just like her daddy Jason.

  “Slave Grace?”

  “Sorry I…What were you saying?”

  “I can see that you spaced out there. I was saying tonight dress for going out to dinner. Wear whatever you want. You won’t be a slave once we get in the car. You’re a free woman, although once we get back from dinner and home, you’re back to slavery. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Great, so I’ll see you tonight.” Michael kissed her cheek and put his coffee cup in the dishwasher.

  “See you tonight, slave.”

  Grace watched as their car drove down the street headed toward the office. Steeling herself, she promised not to think or worry about tonight until tonight. Thanks to her extra days in the office, the house was sadly lacking attention and her list of cleaning duties was an arm long. She also wanted to allow enough time to dress perfectly tonight. She wanted to pamper herself so she looked her very best.

  The day passed quicker than she could imagine. She even skipped lunch in her hurry to get all her chores done. She felt a little tired, which was unusual for her. She should have had lunch, she thought. She had to congratulate herself on not thinking about tonight or worrying once. Although, now that it was time for her to begin her preparations, she could feel the butterflies beating their wings in her stomach. She showered and polished her body and blow-dried her hair until it fell in a silken curtain. With just the lightest touch of makeup, she then misted herself in her favorite Chanel N° perfume. She decided she would wear the sexy French lace underwear she had purchased online, with the miniscule G-string and half-cup strapless bra with holes for her nipples. She had pondered what dress she would wear and decided on a black lace off-the-shoulder sheath. It was a design she felt really suited her with a lace bandeau circling her shoulders. The dress was lined in silk, which stopped just below the bust. So when she looked in the mirror, her nipples were just visible through the holes in the lace, but only if anyone knew where to look, and she knew her men would certainly know where to look. She giggled to herself at her naughty thoughts.

  Finally, she put on her four-inch black strappy heels and her favorite pearl earrings, and she was ready for what was ahead. She knew she looked the best she could, and if only the butterflies would settle, she would be all set. She headed down the stairs to where Michael and Jason were waiting. As she descended, the look in their eyes melted her heart. They were both staring at her as if they had never seen her before. It made her heart soar with love for them. She felt so beautiful, so glamorous, and a touch nervous. Both Jason and Michael wore suits. Michael looked magnificent in his well-cut black dinner suit with a crisp white French-cut silk shirt and maroon Hermès tie. He looked debonair, dark, and handsome. Jason wore a dark chocolate brown suit and a cream fine linen shirt with a colorful hand-painted silk tie, perfectly suited to his whimsical nature. Grace was taken aback by how sexy her men looked.

  “Grace, you look beautiful tonight.”

  “Thank you…Master?”

  “Ah, yes, well, we’re not yet in the car, so maybe we should leave the comments and compliments until then.” They headed to the car, and as soon as they were all seated, Grace couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “My god, you two are so hot in your suits, I just want to eat you all up.”

  Both Michael and Jason turned and looked at Grace.

  “What? You said I was slave free.”

  Jason turned to Michael. “This is going to be an interesting night. One part of me wants to bend her over my lap and spank her, and the other want to let her eat me all up.”

  The restaurant they had a reservation for was the finest in town, and as they were led to their table, the romantic atmosphere took Grace aback. They were seated at a beautiful white leather booth, with the table set to perfection with fine crystal glasses and soft pink baby roses as a centerpiece. After placing their orders with the waiter and with drinks in hand, Michael proposed a toast.

  “To us.”

  “To us,” she and Jason replied as they clinked their glasses.

  “Grace, we’ve brought you here because we wanted to discuss our future with you.”

  Grace swallowed with a suddenly parched throat. Please oh, please don’t say you don’t want a future.

  “Well, you see, Grace, you know we love you, and well, we…”

  “What Jason is trying to say, Grace, is we’d like to make our arrangement more permanent. We want you to sign on as our permanent slave with something like a minimum two-year term.”

  Grace looked at both of them. Well, it wasn’t a marriage proposal, but hey, not like you were really good at that the first time round, and who would you marry? It’s not legal to marry both of them.

  “If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” Jason stuttered.

  Grace looked up. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized that they were waiting on her and thinking she was rejecting them. “Of course I want to stay with you both. I love you. So what do we do?”

  Michael took hold of her hand. “Well, first we’re going to let this six-month contract finish, and then next week we’ll have Craig prepare a permanent slave contract. We would also like to have a collaring ceremony with you.”

  “Really…” Grace knew a collaring ceremony was as powerful as a wedding in the BDSM Lifestyle. It was even better, really. Both of them would have the responsibility and ownership of her in front of the entire club and Lifestyle community.

  “Yes, really, Grace, we want you and only you.”

  Grace’s heart filled with joy. This was everything she had hoped for and more. “I would love that. Let’s do it as soon as possible.”

  “We want to wait until this contract finishes first though.”

  “Why can’t we just exit early?”

  “Grace, it’s only a week, and I don’t want there being any doubt between us or the community. I want your contract to be fully paid up, and then we want you to come to us with your own free will.”

  Grace looked at Michael and saw the commitment in his eyes. He wouldn’t be moved on this. He wanted her to have everything completed. The old saying of “if you love something, set it free, if it comes back it was always meant to be” came to mind.

  “Okay, we’ll do it your way as always.”

  Jason laughed. “You’re really milking this no slave dinner for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

  “Damn straight I am. It’s not like you’re going to let me get snappy and demanding when we get home.”

  “Damn straight. Once you walk through the front door, I’m going to have you collared and naked at my knees with my cock in your mouth.”

  “Umm, I love it when you talk dirty.”

  Jason laughed at the banter between Grace and Michael. “We should do this at least once a month just for the fun of watching Grace’s sassy side come out.”

  “Sassy? I say it is more like a hellion.”

  “Gosh, Michael, you exaggerate…And, Jason, I’d love to have a slave-free dinner once a month. It would allow me a safety outlet for my pent-up…let’s say words.”

  Both Michael and Jason roared with laughter.

  Michael had been worried about offering Grace a permanent slave role. He also worried about how she would react to being slave free, but all his fear and concerns where unwarranted. She loved them enough to stay. She may have hesitated at first. He would bet his life she thought they would offer her a marriage proposal, and so she was trying to understand the offer. What she didn’t know was that they were already thinking about marriage. He wanted her to be their wife, to be the mother to their children, and to be their slave for life. Now was not the time. They needed the first contract to expire, and then while she was free, she needed to come to them and they could sweep her off her feet and ask her to be their wife.

  As they headed back to the car, Grace
wanted to use her last moment of freedom from slavery for something she had spent much too much time wanting to do while she sat having dinner. She walked up to Jason, placing her hands on either side of his face, and gave him the most gentle, sensual kiss she could. She rubbed her tongue over his lips until he gave her the entrance she desired, and then she stood on tiptoes and kissed each of his eyelids.

  “What was that for?”

  “Because I want to, not because you told me to.” Grace walked over to Michael. He had leaned against the car, watching. Grace pulled him toward her for a forceful yet loving kiss, and without waiting, she thrust her tongue in his mouth and showed him with the kiss all the love she had to give. She could feel his hard cock battling for freedom against her stomach, and using her hand, she molded his erection, rubbing and squeezing. Michael suddenly pulled his lips from hers.

  “That’s it. I’ve had enough. We’re going home…Now.”

  Grace chuckled at his dominant voice and demand. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yes, Master.” Faster than should have been possible, her boys had her home collared, naked, and servicing them all to Grace’s pleasure. Only one more week to go and then they’ll be mine forever was Grace’s last thought as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Grace woke to find herself crumpled on the kitchen floor, her head pounding in time with the beat of her heart. Think…think…What the hell happened? She remembered a sudden sharp pain in her stomach which had made her stagger and fall to her knees. Then a nauseous wave had washed over her, and then nothing. She had obviously fainted. Slowly sitting up to check how she felt, she rubbed the side of her head, feeling a small lump. She must have hit it when she toppled over. Lucky I was already kneeling on the floor or I might have really hurt myself. Taking a minute to settle before using the handles of the kitchen cabinets to pull herself upright, she staggered a little as she moved to the kitchen table and sat on a chair. There must be something wrong with me. Maybe my iron levels are really low, ’cause I’m not a fainting kinda girl. She needed to go see her doctor, she just had the feeling there was something wrong with her. She decided to go straight to the office instead of phoning for an appointment, and if she couldn’t see the doctor now, she could always go to the hospital. Should I call the boys? They’re just going to worry and it’s probably nothing. But! No, they’re really busy. But. She felt really muddled, but actually she had felt muddled off and on for the past few weeks. Okay, I can do this. I don’t need to worry them. It’s probably something an iron shot can sort out. Resolved on her course of action, she grabbed some clothes from the laundry basket and got dressed. She just didn’t feel up to tackling the stairs.