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

holding her to the chair. He then tugged on the lead that she didn’t realize was still attached to her collar, dragging her off the chair on rubbery limbs. He led the crawling slave over to the club chairs where Jason was sitting.
    “Greet position, my slave.”
    Grace assumed the position.
    “Well, you were right, Michael, as always. She was hiding her defiance, and I’m surprised at her strength of will.” He didn’t try to hide the admiration he felt for her.
    “Yes, after some more training, she’ll submit to us fully.”
    Michael was rubbing her nipples as he spoke, keeping them pebble hard and erect, slowing, pinching, and twisting them. Grace needed to be fucked. Her brain was still muddled, her thoughts were incoherent, but one thing she did know was that she needed a cock inside her, more than she needed air to breathe.

Chapter Ten

    Jason rose from his chair and circled the beautiful panting slave at his feet. He dropped behind the kneeling woman and gently pushed her forward until she was on all fours. Kneeling behind her he positioned his cock between her pussy lips and thrust hard.
    She moaned at finally being filled with human flesh. The friction against her innermost walls and the feel of warm, soft skin made her purr in pleasure as he pumped and thrust hard and fast. “Nice, tight pussy here, slave. You were built for us. Just for us.” Jason rolled his hips a little, and Grace felt the thrill of his cock dragging against her G-spot.
    Michael stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on Jason and what he was doing to Grace’s sopping pussy. He held his cock in his closed fist, gently stroking back and forward, pumping and massaging. “Suck on my cock, slave.” He then knelt in front of Grace’s face, and she opened her mouth, swallowing down on his cock. Rubbing her tongue with a fervor against the underside of his cock, savoring the feel of it in her mouth, she had never experienced such a single, focused need in her life. The only function her brain could provide was the knowledge that only these men and their cocks could bring her to the nirvana she craved, wanted, needed.
    “Jason, let’s take her together.” Both men pulled out of her body, and she instantly felt empty She whimpered in distress as Jason lay down on the floor next to her.
    “Okay, slave, mount me.” Grace immediately crawled on top of Jason and straddled his hips. With one hand holding his cock, she lowered herself onto his pulsing erection. She then began the long, hard ride to heaven.
    She felt herself being pushed from behind until she fell on Jason’s chest. Confused, she tried to focus on Jason’s face. She needed to search his eyes for answers. Before she could focus, she felt Michael’s body against her back and a pressure on her anus. He inserted one finger, then two fingers, scissoring them inside her, stretching her. When he was satisfied, he removed his fingers, positioning his cock at her anus, and slowly pushed through her rings of muscles.
    Grace felt burning fullness, but the erotic thoughts of being double penetrated overrode any feelings of pain. Once his cock was fully seated, she heard the male groans all around her. “Baby, your ass is so tight. It feels like it’s strangling my cock,” Michael ground out through clenched teeth.
    Jason slowly slid his cock almost out of her tightly clenching pussy and then started a slow thrusting rhythm. Michael matched his rhythm in her ass and timed to enter just as Jason withdrew.
    Michael could feel the ridges and pulsing of Jason’s cock through the thin skin barrier separating Grace’s glorious caverns.
    Grace was overwhelmed with sensation. “Please, Masters, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Use your slave,” Grace screamed.
    Their control snapped at her pleading, and they began thrusting with a relentless fever. Minutes, seconds, hours, time lost all meaning for Grace as her body began to burn and throb. As one orgasm hit, her body flew straight toward