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

by Sara Kingston

  “I know what you mean. She seems so sad. The look on her face last night just broke my heart. I know she doesn’t want to be our Domme anymore. I think she’s going to leave us, Michael. I won’t survive if she leaves again.”

  “I know. I feel the same way, but what do we do?”

  Crossing the street, she realized she’d run almost five blocks. Her legs powered her forward, and all the time her heart was clawing in her chest trying to escape back to her loves. Grace’s mind was calculating the odds of their relationship’s possible future. She didn’t have any data on a three-person relationship. She’d never actually heard of one, except in books, and who knew if they were true. She always thought they were a concept dreamed up by some horny writer’s fantasies.

  Grace suddenly stopped on the sidewalk with a moment of clarity. The real problem in their relationship was not three people or past mistakes. Every relationship had its problems and misunderstandings. The real problem was trust. In order for her to be fully satisfied, she needed to live as a slave. To be one, she needed to submit. But she’d lost her trust in them, which also meant her ability to submit. There was no possible future if she couldn’t trust them enough to submit.

  She was going about this all wrong. She needed to give them the chance to try and get her to submit. See if she was able to allow herself to let go and trust them enough to do it. Only then could they all make a decision about their future. She knew they could get her to submit during sex, so one night wasn’t going to prove anything. She turned and headed back to the house. How much time would be appropriate? She thought about the past two weeks and all the boys had suffered, and she thought that maybe two weeks was the perfect timeframe for this test. With her mind made up, Grace jogged home. She needed to discuss this with them.

  When Grace entered the house, Michael and Jason were in the kitchen. “Boys, we need to have a talk.”

  “We guessed as much, but we’d like to say something before you do.” Michael had a look of pain and desperation on his face.

  “No! I want to have my say first. I went for a run this morning to clear my head. I needed to make a decision about what to do. Whether I needed to leave, or stay with you, and I had an epiphany. We all know I need to be enslaved to feel fulfilled in my life. To be a slave requires complete submission. I’m too frightened to submit to you guys because of the past. I’m not sure trust can be rebuilt after it’s lost, but I’m willing to try.” Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Grace continued.

  “I’m offering you two weeks to get my submission. I will warn you, I’m still so angry I will fight you. You both will need to make a decision as to whether it’s worth your trouble. Considering I give you no guarantee. In order for this to be a true test, you must have my full and constant submission for at least two days before you can declare success.” Grace looked at both Michael and Jason and saw total shock on their faces. A wave of fear hit Grace. What if they didn’t want her and she’d just made a total fool of herself?

  “If you both could discuss it together and tell me you decision by this afternoon. If you don’t wish to proceed, I’ll be leaving tonight.” Grace turned to leave the room, and Jason’s arm stretched out, blocking her way.

  “We have made our decision…. Kneel, slave.” Michael’s deep command sent shivers down her spine. God, that tone always turned her on. She turned, looking directly into his eyes, and saw the Dom she’d missed so much. She lowered herself to her knees and looked up, waiting for his next command.

  “Slave, you have offered us two weeks. We accept. From this moment, for two weeks, you are our slave. Now stand and strip. You know the rules in this household.” Michael turned to Jason. “My sub, go get our slave’s collar. I don’t like seeing her neck bare of our mark.”

  “Yes, sir, nor do I.” Jason moved so fast Grace presumed he must have run to the study and back.

  “Slave, we understand this will be a challenge for you to let go and give us your total submission. It’s a gift, that only you can give. I know you haven’t forgiven us, but I also know you haven’t forgiven yourself. Before you can ever truly forgive us, you must first forgive yourself. My dear, your strong will isn’t allowing you to forgive yourself. It’s stopping you from knowing you even need to. There’s one journey I know that’ll give you the insight to understand. It will be painful, not only emotionally but also physically. Are you willing to trust me enough to push you? Before you answer, you need to know there’ll be no safe word. No ability to stop, no matter how extreme.” Grace was stunned by his words. Was she self-punishing? Did she believe she’d done something wrong? What was the risk in accepting this? She knew Michael and Jason would never permanently hurt her. She knew that with all her being.

  “I’m not sure I believe what you’re saying, but I’m willing to trust you this much and accept.”

  “Very good, slave, we’re going to break down every mental barrier you have. This’ll be done by some extreme measures.”

  Jason handed her collar to Michael, who, looking down at it, said, “I don’t want you to wear this collar, Grace. This collar symbolizes your permanent station as our slave. This should not be used for this two-week period.”

  Jason pulled her temporary collar from his pocket. “I thought you might say that, and I agree. We should use this one until the time when our relationship is sealed.”

  “Once I place this collar on you, Grace, there’ll be no safe word, no stop, for the next two weeks. I will guarantee that you will feel pain, but we will never cause you permanent damage. I will guarantee there will be times you’ll beg to be let go and you’ll regret this agreement. I also guarantee that I’ll get you to submit to us and we will be able to build a happy future together.”

  “Arrogant…” Grace mumbled under her breath. Jason snickered, and Michael quickly clasped the collar around her neck.

  “Slave, go to the playroom,” Michael commanded.

  Once she was in the room, Jason secured her wrist restraints and attached them to the chains hanging from the ceiling, raising her arms over her head.

  “Okay, slave, I’m going to give you twenty with the crop. Count them for me.”

  Grace tensed even though she knew that would make each strike more painful. She tried to force her body to relax as the first one hit. “One, Master.”

  He rained the next five strikes in quick succession but never overlapping.

  “Six, Master,” Grace called with tears welling in her eyes.

  These were definitely punishment strikes. There was no sensuality behind the force.

  By the time Grace had called out the eighteenth strike, she was panting in pain and the tears were streaming from her eyes.

  Michael walked in front of her. “Tell us, Grace, what are you hiding? Say it, Grace. Let it out, Grace, say it now.” He commanded, waiting for Grace to buckle.

  “I don’t…have anything.”

  “You do. Now say it. Say what you’re hiding in your heart. I can see the guilt and the pain you’re punishing yourself with. Now tell me what it is, now!” Michael laid the final two strikes directly across both buttocks with amazing force. “Fine, I’ll continue to strike you with the crop until you tell us.”

  Grace’s mind raced. She couldn’t handle any more. She knew she could call out her safe word and he would stop immediately, even though he told her wouldn’t. But before she knew what she was doing, she blurted out.

  “I killed her. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t try hard enough. I let my own baby die inside me. She needed me, and I let her down. I couldn’t even be a good mother to her.”

  “Oh, honey, you aren’t to blame. You have to see that you didn’t kill her. It just wasn’t meant to be. Fate or god just didn’t mean for her to be in this world.”

  “Gracey, you can’t punish yourself for this. You had no control, you couldn’t have done anything to save her, and you tried your best, your very best,” Jason said, tears streaming down his face.

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sp; “I just can’t handle it. It’s so unfair. Why can’t I have anything! Why do I always have to suffer? I accepted the crappy childhood, and then the bad marriage, even losing you both, but then my baby girl. What’s the meaning of all this tragedy in my life? What’s the lesson I’m supposed to learn? When will the lessons be over and I can finally have some happiness?” She cried out with the pain that bled from her heart.

  “You haven’t lost us, Grace. We’re both right here loving you, wanting you, needing you,” Michael pleaded.

  “I know that we hurt you, and you may never forgive us for that pain, but let us share this with you. We all lost a daughter. Trust us enough to help you. Believe in us enough to see that you carry no fault in Anna’s death,” Jason said, sobbing.

  Michael unbuckled Grace from the restraints and lifted her in his arms. He carried her into the master bedroom and placed her in the middle of the bed. Both he and Jason cocooned her between their bodies and held her as she wept in grief for their lost daughter and even their lost love.

  Michael cried as his heart broke for the future they should have had. He was visualizing the three of them happily painting the spare room pink for a nursery. There had never been the months of separation and pain, just their continued happiness and excitement. The reality, though, hit him hard. He thought of the months of pain and anger, then the knowledge of the loss of their daughter and then seeing Grace’s devastation. How could she ever forgive them? How could they ever be happy again? The thought of spending the rest of his life without Grace was killing him. He couldn’t do it. If he had to beg and plead for the rest of his life, he would. He would do anything for her, if she would just stay and love them. He looked over to Jason and saw him weeping, his face showing the same pain and fear for their future as he was feeling. He lay back down, pulling Grace tighter into him, and closed his eyes.

  Jason woke awhile later and looked over at Michael, who was staring at Grace as she slept. “We need to talk,” he whispered. Michael and Jason moved from the bed, trying not to wake Grace, and headed to the kitchen.

  “What are we going to do? Grace is in so much pain. Do you think she’ll ever be able to move past this? Do you think she’ll stay with us? God…I can’t lose her. I love her so much.”

  “I know, Jas. I feel the same way. Only time will tell. If I could find a way to force her, trap her to us forever, I would, trust me. But I don’t know what we can do.”

  Grace woke unsure of how long she’d slept. Lying there, she realized the pain in her heart felt lighter. She didn’t feel the overwhelming grief she’d felt before. She still felt pain, but it was manageable. She was alone, but either side of her felt warm, so the guys had not left very long ago. She quietly walked to the kitchen and heard them talking. She heard the pain in Jason’s voice as he confessed his love for her, and the desperation in Michael’s when he said he wanted to trap her to them forever. They really did love her. They really were desperate and in agony over her. This was the truth, they had no idea she was there, and they were speaking with all their hearts. Moving closer to the door as stealthily as possible, she continued to listen to their conversation.

  “I know you feel the same way as I do about Grace, but she isn’t the only one angry. I’m still furious at you for your stupidity over her and Scott. The only way I could ever forgive you, Michael, is if Grace forgives us and loves us again.”

  “Jason, don’t, just don’t lay that on me again. Don’t you think I don’t hate myself for what I did? You don’t think I don’t grieve for the relationship we lost, knowing I was the one to fuck it up?” Michael said, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Every time I look in Grace’s eyes and see the pain I caused, and I see the loss and fear in your eyes, it kills me. I know what I’ve done, and I’m trying to do everything I can to fix it. Christ…even if I have to leave and let you and Grace be together, if that would make you both happy, I’ll do it. I love you both so much that I want you to be happy.” His control finally snapped, and he openly sobbed.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Grace could no longer handle listening to Michael’s sobs and his utter misery. Her empathy was stronger than her pain. She needed to make it right, to make them all better. It was selfish of her to continue this. She loved them, and they loved her. This wasn’t how people who loved each other behaved. People who loved each other forgave them their mistakes.

  Grace entered the kitchen and wrapped her arms round Michael. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. We’ll make it through this.” Michael buried his face in her neck and squeezed her so tightly she had trouble breathing, but she knew he needed this closeness.

  “Maybe we’re all focusing too hard on the concept of forgiveness. Maybe we just need to let the past stay where it is, in the past, and move on toward the future. I can’t keep on punishing you both. It’s destroying us all, and it’s not helping me either. So let’s begin again. Let’s try and build a new relationship.”

  Jason gently cupped her cheek and, moving her head toward him, leaned down, and kissed her. His lips brushed hers so sweetly she wanted to cry. She let out a breath, and Jason captured her open lips and forced them wider with his tongue. He deepened the kiss with slow, loving movements. She felt Michael rubbing his hands over her shoulders and back. Jason turned her into his arms and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and they walked her to the bedroom.

  “I love you, Grace, more that I could ever say. Let us show you.” He lowered her on the bed and kissed her neck, trailing his way down her chest. The bed dipped, and she turned her head and faced Michael

  “I love you, Grace.” He covered her mouth with his in a soulful kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, and she felt he pussy weep. Jason gently pushed her legs apart as he continued his descent down her body, kissing and taking small nips along the way. Michael slid his hand over her shoulder then down and across to her breasts. He cupped them with force just the way he knew she liked, his finger flicking against her tightened nipples. Grace arched her back at the sensation of them both loving her body. Michael, taking advantage of her arch, covered her breasts with his mouth, licking, sucking, and rolling her nipples. Jason, grabbing her hips, opened her legs as wide as he could, then leaned in and gave her one long, hard lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. He then drove his tongue as deep as he could into her core. She moaned in delight as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out, lapping and drinking her juices. As Michael bit lightly on her nipples and ran his hand over her belly, he then circled her belly button, inserting his finger with gentle pressure, which sent a shock right to her core.

  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.