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

by Sara Kingston

  Grace collapsed on Jason in fatigue, then Michael collapsed on her, crushing her into Jason’s chest. She didn’t care. She would happily die of suffocation between her men.

  Jason slapped Michael’s side. “Dying here happy, but move your ass.” Michael pulled out of Grace and groaned as he flopped down beside them.

  “We should have a spa,” Michael said.

  “Can’t…move. Give me a second,” Jason panted

  “Grace, you okay?” Michael asked.

  “Gracey, baby?” Michael and Jason both looked quickly at her in concern. “She’s asleep,” Jason stated.

  “More like passed out. Check this out.” Michael picked up her arm and dropped it back to the bed. Grace didn’t move.

  “Shit, hey! We fucked her unconscious. I love it when we do that to her,” Jason added.

  “I agree. No better ego boost than knowing you caused your lover to have so many orgasms they pass out.” Michael rubbed her back as Jason tightened his arms round her, pulling her harder against his chest. “We need to clean up and get her cleaned up,” Michael said.

  “Yeah, I know. I just want to hold her a bit longer. She feels so good.”

  Michael left for the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later freshly showered and with a warm washcloth. After washing Grace, he tucked her into bed between them.

  “Grace, we’d like to take you out to dinner tonight, so no need to cook.” Grace looked between them both over the breakfast table.

  “Okay, what’s the dress code? Smart, casual, or do I break out the little black dress?”

  “Definitely a little black dress affair. I’ve got to get moving, but I’ll be home at six to get ready. Love you, Gracey.” Jason kissed her as he walked toward the garage.

  “I’ve got to go, too. See you tonight, my lovely slave.” Michael swung her by her waist and bent her over in a passionate kiss.

  Grace spent the day cleaning up and reorganizing the house. She’d tried to get in contact with her sister a number of times. She knew she’d be out of cell range for most of her trip, but she just wanted to check in with her. She felt a great deal of guilt over the worry she’d put her sister through, and it was getting to her. She wanted to reassure Sophie that she was fine and things were getting better, and they truly were. She knew things between Michael and Jason would never be how they once were, but maybe this was better. Before she’d always felt their relationship was a fairy tale and she would one day wake up and it would be a dream. Now with the scars they all carried of the traumas they had been through, she felt that their relationship had matured. It was more…real, more grounded.

  By seven o’clock they were all dressed and ready to go. Grace looked at her men in their dinner suits. They looked so handsome. She really was lucky, she thought.

  “Now, Grace, don’t look at us like that or we won’t make it to dinner.” Jason laughed.

  “Look like what?”

  “You know what like. You were looking at us like you could eat us.”

  “Hmm…now that’s an idea.”

  Michael gave her a quick, hard smack on the ass. “Stop that, naughty girl. We’re going to dinner. We would like this dinner to be vanilla type, no slave, no Master. We’re all on equal ground.”

  Grace was taken aback by his words. She nodded her agreement and removed her collar, putting in on the entry table, but she now felt panicked. Why would they want her to remove her collar?

  “You’re overthinking this, Grace. Calm down,” Michael murmured.

  Annoyed, Grace opened her own door and sat in the back of the car, having a tantrum. Tell me to calm down, you great big ape.

  Michael chuckled at her childish reaction. It never got old, the change in Grace when she removed the collar. He knew with the collar in place, she had a measure of peace and a feeling of belonging, which allowed her to relax. Without it, her prickly self-defenses triggered, and she easily became bratty and grumpy.

  They were led to a private dining room within the restaurant. The table was beautifully set with white linens, silver, candles, and her favorite soft, soulful music playing in the background. Two dozen long-stem red roses in a tall vase decorated the center of the table. She looked between Michael and Jason, and her heart melted at the looks on their faces and she relaxed. There was no way they would go to all this trouble if they were breaking up with her.

  After everyone was seated, Grace took a big sip of her wine, more like a gulp, mentally preparing herself for an obviously very serious conversation.

  “Grace, you know we have brought you here for a discussion as equals,” Michael said.

  “Yes, well, that’s blindingly obvious.”

  “Grace, we want you to marry us and let us all spend the rest of our lives together.” Grace turned her stunned gaze on Jason and his rushed proposal.

  “Well, so much for taking everything slow and smoothly as we planned…Jason.”

  Grace’s brain clicked back into gear after the shock. “Look, guys, there’s something I need to tell you. If we’re looking at marriage, you need to understand and accept this before any decisions can be made.” She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and braced for their reaction.

  “The doctors don’t think I can have children.”

  “We know, honey.” The warmth and compassion in Michael’s voice moved Grace, and it took a moment for his words to sink in.

  “What do you mean, you know?”

  “After you left, we were both devastated. Craig tracked Scott down, and he told us the whole story. We don’t care. We just want you,” Jason said.

  “We also know that having a family is very important to you, so we can look into surrogacy or adoption, whatever you feel most comfortable with. We both would love to have kids, but we also would be happy with just the three of us.”

  “Really? You’re both willing to do that for me?” Grace looked between them, looking for signs they weren’t telling her the truth.

  “Absolutely, Grace, you are the love of our lives. Marry us and let us spend a lifetime showing you.” Grace looked at both her men and felt a wave of love so strong it hurt. She also felt their love radiating back to her. It was her fantasy, her fairy tale to have them as her husbands. Yes, they’d problems and a troubled past—didn’t people say without pain there is no gain—and they had experienced the pain, and now she wanted, she needed to gain a lifetime of love from these two men who would cherish her forever. Take the risk, Grace, or you’re an idiot.

  “Okay then…well…Yes, I will marry you both.” Jason leapt from his chair and grabbed Grace. Pulling her from her chair, he gave her the biggest bear hug. Michael grabbed her face with both hands in Jason’s arms and gave her the biggest, most passionate kiss.

  “There is more that we need to discuss. Obviously, you can’t legally marry both of us. So we talked about it, and you will marry me. Jason has agreed to change his name to Cooper so we will all be Coopers. That way we can both easily be your husbands.” Grace knew it had to be this way. Michael’s dominant nature wouldn’t allow it any other way.

  “Jason. You’re okay with this?”

  “Gracey, I never had any love for Smith, and I have no family, so this decision was extremely easy for me. Besides, Jason Cooper sounds so much more powerful.” Grace couldn’t help but laugh.

  “There’s another thing we’d like to ask you. We’d like you to be our permanent slave. At our wedding, we would also like to have a collaring ceremony, where we will present your permanent collar.”

  “Of course, Michael, nothing would make me happier.”

  Jason pulled out of his pocket a little blue jewelry box. He opened it for her, and Grace looked down on a stunning engagement ring. It had a large solitaire diamond, and nestled on either side were two smaller diamonds.

  “We had this ring made to symbolize our love. At the center, the big bright and beautiful diamond being you, and to each side a smaller diamond to represent each of us.”

 
; “It’s beautiful. I love it and what it represents, and I love you both.” Michael removed it from the box, slid it onto her finger, and kissed her with the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. He gently kissed each eyelid, her nose, and then her lips with the softest of touches, and she felt tears well in her eyes.

  “Okay, let’s eat because I can wait to get home so we can make our fiancée pass out again,” Jason said, and they all laughed.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “So let’s talk wedding, while I have you both trapped and I’m not collared.”

  Jason looked at Michael. “Shit. You fool, it was your idea to take off her collar to be sure she made the decision not as our slave.”

  “Okay, so I didn’t think the whole thing through. I forgot about a potential bridezilla being released. Quick, let’s eat and get home and get the collar back on.”

  “Boys, calm down.” Grace chuckled. “I’m asking when we’re going to have this wedding of ours.”

  “As soon as possible,” they both said at the same moment.

  “Winner gets a blow job on the car ride home,” Michael hollered, excited as a schoolboy. Grace couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him acting so childlike. She was used to Jason and his fun and games, but Michael was always so serious. It was as if this wedding had released him, relaxed him enough to let his inner child come out to play.

  “Now, now, boys, have you forgotten my collar’s at home, and until you get it back on me there’s no ordering me around, no commands!” she replied, trying to hide her smile.

  “You think we can’t convince you, hmm?” Jason said with a wicked smile, which mirrored the one on Michael’s face as Jason’s plan dawned on him. They moved their chairs over next to Grace, and Michael pulled both her hands behind her back, anchoring them with one hand. Jason slid his hand from her knee up her thigh, pushing her dress up with it. Michael used his free hand to grab one of her thighs and gently pulled it toward him, spreading her legs. Jason quickly slid his hand down to her crotch and tickled her warm, wet lips, rubbing back and forth, pleased that she hadn’t worn underwear.

  “Our girl’s very wet. She is drenching my fingers already.” Jason parted her and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She leaned back and arched her pelvis, giving him betters access. Jason fucked her with his fingers and used his thumb to swipe and roll her clit, which was so extended it was like a tiny cock. This is so naughty doing this in a vanilla restaurant. It really brought out her naughty inner child, too. She reveled in the thought that a waiter could come in any minute and see what her boys were doing to her. She had never felt so brazen in her life. She was zinging with the naughtiness. Her clit was pulsating with the need to be fucked. To fuck. To…something. She wanted to stand up and shout to the world, “I am their slave and they will be my husbands, and I’m proud of it. I’m going to be married to the best Masters in the universe. I’m going to have an orgasm in this restaurant and I don’t care.”

  Michael moved his hand up to her breast. He molded it through her dress and pinched her nipple. “Okay, okay, you win, Masters. Let me come, and I’ll happily suck your cocks all the way home. Please, Masters, I need to come!” Both of them groaned at her pleading.

  “Okay, slave, you are free to come, and make it quick. The waiter should be bringing our meals in at any moment.” Michael squeezed harder on her nipple and switched to the other one. Jason continued his assault on her pussy, adding a third figure within her and flicking her clit at the same time. She tried to muffle her moans by biting on her bottom lip as her orgasm hit her. Not satisfied with just one, they continued until she came twice more before they let her go.

  “I told you a long time ago that you didn’t need a title or a name to know your place, you only needed our collar. But now you don’t need a collar as we hold your heart and you hold ours.” Grace processed his words. He was correct. Even without her collar she still submitted to them both. She still called them Master. Her submission was final. It was complete. She needed no title, no name, no collar. In her heart, she was and forever would be their slave, a slave to their love.

  Five weeks later on a beautiful sunny day, both Jason and he stood in tuxedos in their back garden, which had been transformed into a wonderland. Next to them stood a celebrant from the club, ready to marry both of them to Grace, also they would combine the collaring ceremony as well. The music began, and they turned to watch Grace walked down the natural aisle sprinkled with rose petals toward them. She looked stunning in her simple strapless wedding gown of the softest satin, which molded her body to perfection. Her long hair was woven with flowers and tiny crystals which sparkled in the sunshine. She was the most beautiful woman he and Jason had ever seen. She was escorted to them on the arm of her sister Sophie. They stood on either side of her, as proud as any men could be. A normal wedding ceremony was performed first, except for the added, “do you take them to be your lawfully wedding husbands.” Then before they got to kiss the bride, the collaring ceremony was slotted in.

  “Do you, Grace Sinclair, give yourself freely and willingly into the lifelong servitude of Michael and Jason Cooper? Do you give your body, your heart, your safety, and your well-being into their hands?” the celebrant asked.

  “I do,” Grace replied. A smile a mile wide played on her lips.

  “Do you, Michael and Jason Cooper, freely and willing accept the lifelong servitude of Grace Sinclair to be honor-bound to protect, care, and provide for her, her health and well-being yours solely to provide?.”

  “We do,” they both answered.

  “Now, you have all written a few words you’d like to say to each other?” the celebrant asked. Grace looked at both her men who were now her husbands, to see who would speak first.

  “Grace, you have taught me humility, laughter, and brought happiness to my life. Your love and forgiveness still amazes me to this day. I cherish your submission and commitment, and I will strive to be the best Master and husband I can be. I won’t promise you that I won’t make mistakes or hurt you, but I can promise to love you till my dying breath.” Michael turned to face Jason. “Jason, you have been a friend, a brother, a partner, and coconspirator. We have suffered, succeeded, and adventured together. I am honored to be able to share our wife and family with you. We will stand side by side forever, my friend.”

  “Ah…thanks, man…but I’m still not touching your junk,” Jason replied. “In seriousness, which is difficult for me, Michael, life without you would be no life at all. Since the day we met, I felt as though my twin soul had finally attached itself to me and me to it. Together we stand.” Jason turned to Grace. “Grace, you complete us. You are the softness, the compassion, the love, and the body that connects and completes us. You have shown me what love truly is. Michael said it best, I can’t promise not to make mistakes, I can’t promise not to hurt you in the future, but I can promise to love you till my dying breath.”

  “Hey, I’m sure I could get you for breach of copyright,” Michael called out.

  “God, how do I compete with you two? All I can say is that within your arms I found my true self. Within the chains, you bound me, I discovered true freedom. Within your love, I found true love, and within my servitude, I found true meaning. I submit myself to you both completely and wholly, my one true and final submission for life.”

  Both Michael and Jason fixed her new and final collar to her neck. They locked the diamond-encrusted padlock and placed the matching necklaces holding the keys around their own necks. The crowd cheered as the wedding and collaring was complete. Michael took Grace’s face in his hands and brought her gently to him. His kiss was a feather-light grazing of her lips. He licked her bottom lip, waiting for Grace to open her mouth. Once she did, he swept his tongue into it and deepened the passionate embrace.

  “Hey, stop hogging our wife,” Jason hollered. Michael broke off the kiss, staring into his wife’s eyes.

  Jason swept Grace into his arms, bending her backward into a tight embrace, an
d he, too, plundered her mouth as she clung to him. “Love you, Gracey,” he said as he straightened and deposited her back on her feet. They walked together down the aisle, Grace in the middle and, on either side of her, her Masters, her husbands.

  Craig stifled a laugh. They really were a fun couple, or actually a triple. He was amazed when Jason told him that he was legally changing his name to Cooper so all three would have the same surname. Michael looked like a cat with his cream. He was still an arrogant bastard, but he was no longer pompous. Grace beat that out of him when he was her submissive, also when he lost her. He still laughed at the memory of Michael as a sub. It was something he would remember and chuckle about for the rest of his life.

  Craig sighed. He felt sad, old, and very lonely. What did he want?

  The elusive Sophie Sinclair walked up beside him and halted his melancholy thoughts.

  “Hello again, Craig. Still turning tricks?” she asked.

  “Sweetheart, for you it would be no charge,” he responded.

  “Business that slow you have to offer freebies?” she taunted.

  “Ah…my dear Sophie, when are you going to admit that you’re creaming at the idea of kneeling at my feet,” he returned.

  Back during the repair of Grace, Michael, and Jason’s relationship, he had run into Sophie a few times. He had well and truly discovered her bitter tongue, sharp wit, and killer body, not that she’d let him anywhere near it.

  “Craig, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I kneel at anyone’s feet. Not my kink, I don’t judge any of you, but as Grace has taught me, I don’t just eat vanilla. I am vanilla, through and through.”

  Craig burst out laughing. She was priceless. As he watched Michael, Jason, and Grace laughing and smiling with so much love for each other, he wondered what it would be like to have a true love, a wife, or whatever in his life.

  “Honey, you’re anything but vanilla. You just haven’t had the right teacher to show you, yet. All the little boys you play with can’t handle you, I bet,” he replied.