Goldie and Her bears

by Doris O'Connor

  “Maybe our sub after all, bro.” Jacob’s amused drawl shook Goldie out her trance like state and heat stained her cheeks.

  “I’m no one’s sub.” Her voice was still far too breathy, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at any of them. But there, she’d said it. They would have to let her go. She knew that much at least. They couldn’t keep her here against her will—they wouldn’t.

  The click-clack of Catalina’s heels on the floor announced her stepping closer, and Goldie’s nerves came back with a vengeance. She edged sideways until she bumped into Jacob. He drew her into his body with one arm, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, “Oh yes, you are.”

  Catalina’s whip whispered past Goldie’s shoulder, and she shrieked and darted toward Jason. Jacob growled at Catalina, and Cat smiled.

  “Such a lot of fuss. Well, I’ll leave her to you two for now. You know where I am if you need me. And you will need me.” Catalina turned to face Goldie, and she was grateful for Jason’s reassuring warmth at her back and the strong arms holding her up. “I can smell you from here, little sub. When you’re fed up playing with the boys, come and find me—you know you want to.”

  Goldie shook her head in denial, earning herself another chuckle from Jacob and a deep growl from the man behind her. Catalina simply smiled, crossed the distance between them with two long strides, and kissed her. Her lips were cool, firm, and surprisingly gentle. Cat’s tongue ran along the seams of Goldie’s mouth, and she opened up automatically. Cat’s growl of approval was joined by her own moan as their tongues touched. Catalina took the kiss deeper, her tongue thrusting and dueling with Goldie’s. Her knees buckled at the forbidden thrill, and behind her, Jason’s arms tightened around her body, holding her steady. One denim-clad knee came up between her legs, rubbing against her clit, and her whole body heated with the sensations assaulting her. Another pair of male hands settled on her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples, and Goldie gasped into Cat’s mouth. Jason’s groan of approval as he ground himself into Goldie’s ass kicked her arousal up another notch. The thick, hard ridge of his cock pressed against her. His thigh continued to rub against her clit, the rough denim creating delightful friction. Her hips rocked of their own accord trying to exert more pressure, but he held her still.

  “Don’t move. You’ll come when I decide and not before.” Jason growled the words.

  Oh God, if that voice alone didn’t almost send her over the edge. She tried to pull away from Cat, but she simply stepped closer and deepened the kiss again. The sound of a zipper was loud over their combined breathing, and Goldie’s hand was urged toward soft skin. She couldn’t help exploring that expanse of skin, even as her hand was urged downward until she encountered the slick feminine folds. Catalina rocked herself onto her hand, and Goldie’s fingers slid home. Both men groaned when Cat pulled back and Goldie’s eyes opened and locked with Catalina’s desire-soaked ones.

  “Harder, sub.”

  The moaned demand zinged straight to Goldie’s core, and she finger-fucked Catalina as her own orgasm built. Her thumb circled Catalina’s clitoris in ever faster circles, the other woman’s juices coating her fingers, their heavy breaths mingling as Catalina kissed her again.

  Jason’s thigh moved faster between her legs, his breath hot on her neck as he murmured, “Beautiful. That’s my girl.”

  Catalina’s inner muscles contracted around Goldie’s fingers, and with one last flick of her thumb, Goldie sent the other woman into an orgasm. Hovering on the edge of her own release, she was only dimly aware of Jacob’s, “Fuck that’s hot,” before Jason bit her ear.

  The sharp pain focused her awareness solely on him. She moaned her protest when Jason removed his thigh. Jacob’s husky laugh rang in her ears and her eyes grew huge when his large hands pulled the neckline of her dress down, exposing her breasts. The cool air skittered across her nipples, and Goldie thrust them eagerly into his waiting hands. With a wink at his brother behind her, he grinned at her and took one waiting bud into his mouth. She arched her back, and her hips bucked as he sucked the nipple, his large hands on her hips now, pinning her back against his brother, stopping her from moving. He alternated sucks with bites, and every deep touch shot shivers of pure lust into her wet pussy.

  “Please—please.” Her needy moans filled the air.

  Catalina laughed. “Have fun torturing her, boys.” She leaned forward and planted another kiss on Goldie’s lips with a whispered, “Laters.”

  Goldie didn’t see the woman sashay away. She was too caught up in her own body climbing once again, striving for that orgasm she was still being denied. Sweat broke out all over her body, her breath came in short agonized gasps of pleasure, yet still they kept her hanging on the precipice. Caught between the two male bodies, unable to move, she could do nothing but ride the waves of pleasure, building and receding in direct response to Jacob’s clever tongue. Jason’s hand massaged her backside, his fingers dipping into her folds, her channel aching to be filled with the thick cock she could feel pressing into her hip. Yet still he denied her, chuckling into her neck at her whispered pleas. Slow maddening strokes on her clit brought her to the edge, only for them to retreat time and time again. Her head fell back, and he dropped kisses along her jawline.

  “Do you want to come, Goldilocks? Tell me what you want.” Did she want to? Damn him. He knew damn well she did. “Tell me what you want us to do. Where you want our cocks?”

  Both men chuckled at her exasperated growl, and she screamed in surprise when Jason pinched her clit. The pain mixed in with pleasure. God, she was so close to the most overwhelming orgasm ever. It built in ever-increasing waves until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, could do nothing but hang on and beg with her eyes and gasps of surrender. Jacob released her breasts, kissing himself down to her mound where Jason’s fingers were still working their magic or torture, she wasn’t quite sure which.

  “She needs to come, Jase.” His low rumble vibrated against her tummy, and her pussy clenched around Jason’s fingers.

  With a growl, he spun her around and pinned her against the cool wall, his eyes once again a deep golden color. He held her arms high above her head and thrust his still-clothed cock against her aching pussy.

  “Tell me you want this, Goldie.” Goldie lost herself in the intensity of his heated gaze, and she bent her head forward in answer. His low growl vibrated against her lips as he took her mouth in a punishing kiss that seemed to go on forever. Their tongues danced and dueled, their kiss growing more passionate until, their surroundings forgotten, Goldie raised one leg to give him better access.

  “I want you, inside me, only you, now—please.” The words delivered in between gasps of much needed air had Jason step back with a satisfied smile. At a nod from his brother, Jacob took over holding her arms. He smiled at her before he too kissed her and with his free hand explored her pussy folds. A sharp stab of desire shot through her when he inserted one finger slick with her juices inside her anus.

  “I’ll so enjoy fucking your pretty ass soon.” Jacob bit her lip, his tawny eyes sparkling with wicked desires as he inserted another finger. The invasion brought tears to her eyes as her sphincter muscle contracted around the digits, and she whimpered her denial, even as her body betrayed her with a renewed gush of moisture trickling to the top of her stockings.

  He released her with a small smile, and stepped away. Before she could bemoan the loss of Jacob’s warm body, Jason was back. At the rip of foil, she moaned her thanks, and before she could draw another breath into her body, Jason lifted her up against the wall.

  “Straddle me, sub.” The deep command brooked no argument, and she locked her legs around his waist as his sheathed cock slid into her wet core.

  “Jesus, Goldie, you’re so tight. This will be quick.”

  The growled words alone sent her tumbling over the edge, and he swore. He thrust into her, driving himself deeper with every move of his lean hips between her thighs. Sensations built an
ew, and he thrust faster, every move of his large cock scraping against her G-spot until Goldie screamed her surrender into his shoulder at the same time as he yanked her hair and groaned his own release. Goldie’s body still hummed with delicious aftershocks when the sharp slap to her ass shook her out of her pleasure-soaked happiness.

  “Did I give you permission to come?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Goldie followed Jason’s broad back through the crowded club, painfully aware of her state of undress. With her dress rumpled beyond repair and her feet minus her killer heels, she was extremely vulnerable and only too happy to adopt the slave pose required for negotiating the inner sanctum. From the sounds alone, she didn’t want to be able to see what was going on. She grimaced, thinking of her mum’s favorite saying: curiosity killed the cat. Wasn’t that the truth? She’d been so eager to see what went on in this place, and now that she was here, she really didn’t want to know. Jason had seemed so disappointed in her back in the hall, his eyes blazing with some deep emotion she couldn’t decipher. He’d ordered her to take off her shoes and stood waiting while Jacob had righted her clothing. Jacob’s expression had given nothing away, but he’d winked at her and kissed her nose with a murmured, “It’ll be okay. Just don’t tick him off again. I see you later.” Jacob had slapped her ass playfully, earning a deep growl from his brother, and she’d lowered her head and followed Jason.

  Why she craved Jason’s approval so desperately was completely beyond her, but she did. Sheesh, most men would have been pleased as punch to have their woman combusting like she did, but not Jason Stanhope, oh no. What the fuck was wrong with her anyway? She couldn’t have just picked a nice boring co-worker to have some perfectly nice vanilla sex with, could she? No, not her. She had to pick a Dom with two siblings just as domineering and hot as he was, and instead of being frightened of the punishment she knew she’d no doubt earned herself, she would completely disgrace herself in a minute if her pussy got any wetter. The smell of sex that filled the air of the inner sanctum and moans and screams of sexual abandonment all around her were so not helping her current state. She didn’t need to see; her imagination worked just fine!

  She was so focused on not noticing anything, she ran into Jason’s broad back when he stopped abruptly in front of her. She swallowed her cry of surprise as he turned around and his strong arm snaked round her waist to steady her. He cupped her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. Her heart skipped a few beats at the concern in his eyes, and she drew in her breath when he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

  “New sub, Master J?” The silver-haired, elegantly dressed man ran his gaze over her, and her skin pricked in annoyance. The man smiled and dismissed her. “If you want a hand taming her, let me know.” His eyes widened, and the smile slid off his face at Jason’s growled denial.

  “The day I need help is the day I leave the lifestyle. What did you want me for?”

  “Well, I—on second thought, never mind. I can see you’re busy. I’m sorry I bothered you. I’ll just have to find her myself.”

  “Find who?” Goldie jumped at the deep snarl coming from Jason. He let go of her and grabbed the smaller man round the throat in the blink of an eye. “Have you lost another sub? I warned you…”

  Goldie watched, horrified as the older man’s face turned purple. She looked around for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Just as she thought she would have to do something, Jacob and Catalina appeared.

  “Let him go, bro. He can’t answer you if he’s unconscious.” Jacob’s cool, collected voice got through to Jason. He smiled at Goldie as if to reassure her and put one arm out. Goldie wasted no time scrambling to his side as more people surrounded them.

  “I suggest you tell Master J what you did to lose another one of your subs before I let his beast out to roam and finish you off once and for all,” Catalina said.

  His beast? Goldie drew closer to Jacob, unease travelling up her spine. What the hell did that mean? Jason certainly looked as though he would be capable of ripping the other man’s head off. Leashed power emanated off him, and he growled. Oh good God! Catalina smiled, and more chills raced down Goldie’s body. The very air around them seemed thicker and full of anticipation as they waited for the other man to speak. He didn’t look like a Dom anymore, quite the opposite. Eyes downcast, he shuffled his feet nervously, and when he finally spoke, Goldie had to strain to hear the words.

  “I didn’t do anything. She just ran off. I thought she would be in the club, but I’ve looked everywhere and—”

  “And what? Why would she run away? What did you do? Tell me, Simon.” Jason’s voice was frost itself, and he grabbed the other man again, this time by the lapels of his designer suit, and shook him like a leaf. Despite the situation, Goldie couldn’t help but admire the play of muscles in Jason’s back and the way his biceps curled as he continued to shake the stocky man as though he didn’t weigh more than a feather. “Did you ignore her safe word? Answer me. I. Asked. You. A. Question!” Every word was punctuated by another vicious shake that made the man’s teeth snap together.

  Again, it was Jacob who stepped forward and put a warning hand on his brother’s arm. “Let him answer, Jase, though I fear we already know the answer to this.” Jason lowered the other man slowly.

  Goldie hugged her arms around herself as Catalina’s smile turned even more chilling. She wished like hell Jacob was still standing next to her. She needed his warmth right now to chase away the goose bumps spreading over her exposed skin.

  “I didn’t ignore it—I just didn’t hear her straightaway.”

  “Fucking bullshit!” Jason and Jacob swore in unison, and Simon blanched and took a step backward straight into Catalina. She spun him around and grabbed his balls. Simon dropped to his knees, panting, white as a sheet.

  “I told you last time you didn’t hear a sub use her safe word that if you did it again, I’d make sure you wouldn’t be able to use these—” she replaced her hand with the silver tip of her stiletto heel and pushed down “—for a very long time indeed.”

  Simon squealed liked a pig, and several of the men standing close by covered their balls with their hands. Goldie would have laughed if Jason hadn’t chosen that moment to look at her. She couldn’t decipher the emotion in his golden eyes, but her body responded anyway. The gold color intensified, and the rest of the room faded away as Jason took several steps toward her. He pulled her into his frame and held her close before he released her with a muttered curse and faced squealing Simon again.

  “Is she pack or human?”

  “Human—argh.” There was a sickening crunch, and Simon screeched as Catalina’s heel disappeared into his balls. Jason spun Goldie around but not before she saw the blood staining Simon’s groin. Bile rose in her throat.

  “Jacob, get her to our rooms. Get her settled and then come and help us sort this mess.” He framed Goldie’s face in his hands and smiled. “Go with him. I need to find this sub and make sure she’s okay. This sort of thing does not happen in my club.”

  “Your club?” Goldie asked.

  He sighed and nodded. “Forgive me. This is not the introduction into the lifestyle I’d planned for you. If you want to leave, I understand. Just let me sort this first and then I’ll take you home.” The sincere words delivered in hushed tones only she could hear soothed some of Goldie’s worries, and she shook her head.

  “I don’t want to leave. You do what you have to do.” A brilliant smile lit up his face, and he pulled her in for a bruising kiss that left them both breathless by the time he released her. He ran his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and his eyes darkened before he handed her to Jacob, and walked away. Goldie was dimly aware of Jacob’s reassuring bulk at her back as she watched Jason leave, shrugging out of his vest as he went. Catalina and several other men and women followed, and when she finally tore her eyes away, the club had emptied. A few subs remained, no doubt having been ordered to stay where they were by their masters, and
even Simon was gone. Goldie’s eyes widened, taking in her surroundings for the first time. Booths were dotted around the open area, interspersed with an array of BDSM equipment. Several St. Andrew’s crosses—one of them still had a sub strapped to it—spanking benches, and a collection of wicked-looking chairs were dotted around. Jacob swore, following her astonished gaze, and urged her to sit down in one of the chairs. Goldie perched herself on the edge of it, eyeing the various cuffs and restraints warily. This particular chair had a hole in the middle for God only knew what, and the seat tipped backward. Even perched on the edge, Goldie’s bottom slipped backward, and she hastily scrambled off it.

  The next chair was soft and cool on her exposed pussy, but it too tilted backward, and Goldie slid down into it with an embarrassingly loud squelch. Once again, she scooted to her feet. Jacob’s low chuckle carried across the quiet room, and heat suffused Goldie. His amusement faded when he released the sub from his cross, and the slender man collapsed in his arms. He picked the sub up and deposited him in one of the booths. Concern for the man had Goldie moving toward them. She stopped dead when she saw the tender way Jacob massaged the other man’s arms and then legs.

  “Where is your master?”