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

by Sara Kingston

  She felt Michael envelop her from behind, and the three of them just held each other while Grace wept.

  “Tell us, sweetheart, when did you lose our baby,” Jason said, a sob in his throat.

  Grace didn’t even think to question how they knew. “I lost Anna just over six weeks ago.”

  “A girl, we had a baby girl. I bet she was beautiful just like her mother.” Jason choked as his tears mixed with hers in a river of loss.

  When Grace’s tears were finally spent, they all sat down on the couch. “Grace, I would like to apologize to you for not listening to your explanation. When I saw you in bed with Scott, I was just so jealous. I couldn’t think straight. I just reacted, and I know, I can never make up for it. It tears me apart, knowing we weren’t there for you, and you went through everything you have suffered alone.” The look in Michael’s eyes confirmed he was telling her the truth. She saw true agony and heartfelt apology there.

  “Baby, your sister called us. We have been searching for you for months. Two weeks after you left, we realized the mistakes we made and have been searching ever since. Please, sweetheart, come home with us.”

  Grace shook her head. They couldn’t be serious. “You both have got to be kidding. Why would you think I could ever forgive you for what you did to me! You both broke my heart.”

  “We know. Baby, we know you could never go back to the way things were. We want you to come and spend the next six weeks recuperating with us. We’re willing to be your submissives, giving you total control during your recuperation. We talked about it and felt you would feel the most secure in that role. We want you to come and be our Domme.”

  “Think about it, Grace. Your sister is going to Africa on an assignment for six weeks in a couple of days, so instead of being alone here, you could be punishing us.” Grace looked from one to the other, trying to determine if they were serious. She saw pain, fear, and just a little touch of hope in their eyes. They were deadly serious about this.

  “Jason, as a switch I can understand your acceptance of this. But, Michael, this would be totally against your very nature.”

  “For you, Grace, I’ll do anything, even submit to you!”

  “I need to think about this. You both hurt me so much. Looking at you now is hurting me.”

  “Grace, we’d love to give you more time to think. But your sister needs to know in the next hour whether she needs to resign her job.”

  “My sister’s going to resign her job for me?”

  “Not if you come with us. She knows we’ll take care of you while she’s gone.”

  “This is blackmail! I don’t want her to ruin her career for me. She loves her job. I can’t believe this is happening. Fine, I’ll go with you to help my sister. I don’t want her unemployment on my conscience. However, there will be rules. Firstly, I will not sleep in your bed ever again.”

  “Grace, you will be our Domme. You’ll get to make all the rules,” Jason panted.

  “Within reason, Jason, there are limits as to how far I can be pushed,” Michael stated.

  Jason gave him a cold stare. “Michael, she can make any rules she goddamn wants, and you’ll follow them, you understand me?”

  Grace watched the interplay between the two of them. Jason was no longer submitting to Michael, and Michael looked broken. “Okay then, boys…Let’s pack, but I do want to warn you. I’m going to punish you both. There’ll be no forgiveness. I am doing this for revenge. When these six weeks are up, I’m leaving. We no longer have a future.”

  Michael and Jason felt the pain of her words, but they were going to focus on just getting her home right now, and then they’d work on getting her to forgive them and hopefully love them again. They couldn’t let her go. They would never let her go, ever again.

  It was a very long day for Grace, first her confrontation with Sophie over calling Michael and Jason and not telling her about her job, then the drive and the flight, but finally they were home. Grace was surprised that nothing had changed in the house. It seemed like another lifetime since she was last here.

  “Gracie, baby! You can take the master suite, Michael and I have moved back into our own bedrooms. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

  Grace had decided on the plane she was going to embrace the Domme concept. Why not? she thought. She would get the chance to punish and frustrate them to her heart’s content for the next six weeks. For the first time in a month, she had something to look forward to. Okay, so revenge isn’t the nicest thing for me to look forward to, but they deserve it.

  “Boys, let’s talk rules. Number one, you will call me Mistress. Number two. While we’re alone in the house, you will remain naked. Number three, you’ll wear collars which I’ll buy tomorrow. Number four. There is no masturbating or having sex without my permission. Number five, you will be punished for any disobedience or sometimes just because I feel like it. Number six, we’ll be going to the club at least once a week, where you will publically show your submission to me. Do you accept?

  “If not, I leave this house right now.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Jason immediately knelt at her side. “Yes, Mistress, I agree.” Grace turned to Michael, who had such a pained expression on his face she wondered if he would agree.

  Groaning, he whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I’m sorry, Slave Michael. I didn’t hear you,” Grace demanded. She knew Michael was going to have big problems being submissive to her. This was more a punishment for him than for Jason. Let’s see how you like it at my feet. I’m going to walk all over you. Maybe then my heart won’t hurt so much.

  “Yes, Mistress, I agree,” Michael spat out, grinding his teeth and slowly lowered himself to his knees. He couldn’t believe how quickly she’d taken to the role. Jason had come up with this idea as a way for Grace to vent her anger and pain at them, and he couldn’t see any other way to get her home where she belonged with the pain, anger, and loss of trust in them she carried.

  As another shaft of regret sliced through him, he had to give it to Jason. She’d only agreed so quickly to come home on the basis that they be her slaves. She didn’t want her sister to worry about her while she was away, so coming here and extracting revenge seemed like the only option open to her. However, could he do it…? He didn’t know.

  He was going to remember every punishment and humiliation he suffered and take them all out on Jason’s hide once things were back to normal. Then, maybe not. This whole disaster was his fault, so maybe this was his due.

  “Well then, boys, we’re home and alone, so strip.” She stood back waiting to see if they would carry through or if this was just another trick to get her here.

  Jason shed his clothes immediately, and Michael very reluctantly undressed, but he did it, which gave Grace a measure of comfort. She then looked at their naked and very aroused bodies. They really were beautiful men. God, I missed those magnificent cocks, she thought. Maybe this whole “no sex” thing was stupid. As her slaves, she could control everything, and as her heart was already destroyed, it wasn’t like they could do any more damage.

  “Slaves, take my bag to my room.” She followed them into the master bedroom and, kicking off her shoes. “Slave Jason, undress me.” Jason looked at her, making sure he’d heard correctly. At her nod he eagerly began removing her clothes. She stood arms wide, daring Michael to say anything, daring him to take control, to question her commanding him to love her. “Slave Michael, kiss my neck and massage my shoulders,” she demanded.

  Michael looked at the pain, desire, and also need reflected in her eyes. He needed to take his bitter pill, and this was the beginning. He walked toward her with a mischievous grin, wondering what she was going to do. Was she actually going to take control of them to get her pleasure? Okay, he definitely could get used to the submissive thing, if it was going to go like this.

  Grace let her head fall back onto Michael’s shoulder as he kissed and bit her neck. “Slave Jason, massage my breast and suck my
nipples.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jason palmed her breasts and, crushing them together like he knew she liked, he licked and sucked on her nipples, giving her little bites and then licking the sting away. He punished and pulled on the nipple gently between his teeth as Grace moaned and squirmed between them.

  “Slave Michael, move me to the bed, and while Slave Jason continues to love his Mistress’s breasts, you’ll show your Mistress how good a slave you are by making your Mistress come in your mouth.”

  Jason snickered as Grace commanded Michael. God, the next six weeks are going to be fun. He could feel the frustration pouring out of Michael.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “So, Slave Jason, you think it is funny. I think you might not deserve to come tonight.”

  Shit, Jason thought to himself. He forgot about her ability to command his orgasm. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me,” he begged.

  “Hmm…I’ll think about it.” Michael helped Grace into the center of the bed. Jason moved to her side and began suckling her nipples and massaging her breasts. He poured every ounce of the love he felt for her into his actions. Firstly he did it for forgiveness, secondly for the pleasure he knew she was getting from it, and thirdly because he really wanted to come tonight and as she was the Mistress she had control.

  Michael was kissing her from her foot all the way up to her inner thigh. At the junction of her legs, he blew a breath of hot air over her mound, and then with a feather touch of his tongue, he licked at the lips of her pussy. “Slaves who torment their Mistresses will be punished,” she commanded in the strongest and most dominating voice he’d ever heard from her. Michael suddenly realized she was very, very serious about her threat of punishment to them. Wondering whether that was a good or a bad thing, he continued. Flattening his tongue, he licked in a big, powerful stroke from the base of her pussy to the top of her slit, and then he thrust his tongue deep into her burning channel, pumping his tongue in and out just as he wanted his cock to do. He moaned at the taste of Grace. His Grace was home. She was coating his tongue with her salty essence. He loved to taste her. He had dreamed about it when she had been gone. Shortening his tongue, he gave strong little flicks over and around her clit. She moaned and writhed on the bed, but he held her hips in place for his onslaught.

  Sucking her clit into his mouth and tonguing it, he sucked hard and then flicked it with his tongue. Grace screamed out beneath him, her body convulsing. Michael let go of her clit and slammed his tongue deep in her channel so her could feel the muscles contracting. He needed to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. He needed to feel her orgasm. Once the waves had subsided a little, Grace purred, “Slave Jason, use your beautiful cock to fuck your Mistress.” Michael moved out of the way for Jason to position himself between her legs. “Stop, Slave Michael, I want you to position Slave Jason’s cock in me.” Both Michael and Jason looked at each other, then at Grace.

  Apprehension coursed through Michael’s body. No matter how much he loved Grace, he didn’t think he could have sex with Jason.

  “Boys, I’m not going to ask you to have sex with each other, but show me your commitment to this by grabbing Jason’s cock and putting it in me,” Grace said.

  Michael looked at Jason, who shrugged. They had overcome Jason’s need to submit to him. They could overcome this. Grabbing his cock, he pushed it into Grace’s wet pussy. Sitting back, he watched as Jason slowly sank into Grace’s heat. He never got enough of the erotic image of Grace’s pussy stuffed with his or Jason’s cock.

  “Very good, Slave Michael. I know that was hard for you, so as a reward for your obedience, you may put your cock in your Mistress’s mouth.” Michael moved up to Grace’s head and, leaning over, pushed his cock between her silken lips. Her tongue lapped at the pre-cum on his crown and swirled around the head, lapping at the nerves under the ridge. He then pushed his cock deep into the wet, hot depths of her mouth and moaned at the sensation.

  “God, that feels so good.” He groaned as he turned to watch Jason fucking her pussy. He could see the sweat coating Jason’s body with the strain of holding back his eruption. Jason’s tempo increased, and he started slamming into her pussy.

  “Rub my clit, Slave Michael,” Grace moaned.

  Michael rubbed Grace’s pussy around Jason’s cock, which extracted a groan from both of them. He then started slow circles around Grace’s clit, lightly pinching it. While pinching it between his thumb and middle finger, he used his index finger to lightly flick it with increasing pressure. Grace groaned around his cock in her mouth, and then her whole body went rigid and convulsed. He could see her whole body flush rosy red with her orgasm. Jason groaned and then, thrusting deep and hard into her pussy, came with a shudder. Michael felt his balls tighten and then explode as he pumped stream after stream of cum into her mouth, so much so that it spilled and dribbled out the corner. Panting, both Jason and Michael collapsed on the bed on either side of Grace.

  “Slaves, well done, your Mistress is very satisfied. Now leave me. I need to rest.”

  Looking over at her, Michael saw that her eyes were closed, but then with a broken heart he noticed the tears running down her cheeks. He nodded to Jason to look at her face, and was saddened at the tears he saw in his eyes as well. This was all his fault. Could they ever forgive him?

  “Yes, Mistress,” Michael croaked and leaned in and kissed her closed eyes and got up off the bed.

  “Yes, Mistress, if you need anything, just call us.” He watched as Jason also kissed her closed eyes and lapped up a single salty tear before he got up.

  Once the door was closed, they both padded to the kitchen, putting on their boxer shorts on the way. “Well, at least she’s home,” Jason said.

  “Yes, but she’s so removed from us, and you saw those tears. They broke my heart.”

  “Yes, but this Mistress idea is working. She’d never have let us back in her bed without it.”

  “We’re not back in her bed, yet. I agree, but it’s her heart that I want right now, more than anything. I think, however, she’ll enjoy paddling our asses, although I’m not really looking forward to it, but at least it’s a start.” After having a snack, they moved to the guest bedroom for the night.

  Grace lay in the bed, only opening her eyes after the door had closed. She lay on the bed as the tears poured from her, thinking about how much she’d missed and needed them. Also how very much she loved them. She also wondered if she actually hated them for what they had done. They had, at the first sign of trouble, doubted her and then dumped her. They hadn’t been there when she’d lost Anna. Scolding herself, she had to be fair. They didn’t know then about her being pregnant or about the terrible verdict she’d been given by the doctors, and maybe if they had, things would have been different. No, it wouldn’t. You still would have lost her and they still kicked you out, and they wouldn’t let you explain. Grace rolled over in the bed and cried herself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow things will be better.

  Grace frantically looked around, searching for clues as to where she was. Then she remembered she was back with Michael and Jason. She felt a pain in her chest so acute she had to rub and push against it with her hand. Waking with pain though was becoming familiar to her now. She accidently elbowed Michael, who was sleeping to her right. But it was Jason who woke first. “Good Morning, Mistress,” he parroted.

  “What are you both doing in my bed?” Racking her memory for what happened last night, she clearly remembered sending them out of the room.

  “We both woke to the sounds of screaming and came in to find you having a nightmare. After calming you down, we just had to hold you.”

  “Okay.” Grace didn’t know how she was supposed to handle this information, so doing her best head-in-the-sand impression, she ignored it.

  “Slaves, I want bacon, eggs, and waffles for breakfast. I also want you to find two training collars so I can dress you both properly. I wouldn’t want you to forget your places.” Gr
ace snickered as she glanced at Michael, who was awake but lying there in stony silence. The image of him in a collar made her break into open laughter. My, my, this will be fun. “Slave Jason, you may go start on breakfast. Slave Michael, you will wake your Mistress the way every good slave should and then go out and buy the collars.” Grace threw the sheet off her body, exposing her nakedness. “Actually, Slave Jason, I want you to stay and watch your slave brother worship his Mistress.” Jason’s chuckles echoed through the room. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

  Michael looked to the ceiling, hoping a worm hole, a black hole, a hell hole, or a portal to another dimension would open and take him from this place. He swallowed all the smart-ass remarks he wanted to make and rolled onto his knees. If Grace wanted to be worshiped, he would worship her so much that she would be begging him to stop.

  “Before you begin, slave, let me tell you that I want you to bring me to orgasm with your mouth and fingers only. You are not to orgasm, and you are not to draw out my orgasm, nice and quick, slave.”

  There goes that plan. The suffering would continue. He knew he’d be spending the day walking around with a painful hard-on, and he couldn’t blame anyone. He crawled to her, licking and lapping at her leg. “Ah…very good, slave. Slave Jason, come here. I want to play with my toy.” Jason moved closer to Grace and groaned as she took his cock into her hand. She pumped and massaged him, and rubbed the drops of his pre-cum over the crown of his cock. He started to slowly push forward, fucking her hand. “No, no, my slave, you also don’t get to come. I don’t want my toys to make me sticky.”

  Jason growled in frustration and ceased all movement. “Yes, Mistress.”

  He watched as Michael performed his magic with his tongue and lips until he saw her orgasm roll over her and literally curl her toes.

  “Slaves, it’s time for my breakfast and to go get those collars.”