Goldie and Her bears

by Doris O'Connor

“He left, Sir, to go with Master J. I was staying as punishment. I deserved to stay, Sir.”

  “What is your name, sub?”

  “Andy, Sir.” Andy cast a quick glance in Goldie’s direction before dropping his eyes hastily at Jacob’s raised eyebrow. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “When you can walk, go home. Your master won’t be back for a while, and the club is closed for tonight.” He raised his voice. “The same goes for the rest of you. Whatever scene you’re in, it ends now. Go home!”

  Goldie sank down onto another chair, and she screeched when the world tilted. Strong hands grabbed her round the waist, and Jacob’s amused laughter skittered over her face.

  “Careful, Goldilocks. There is no need to live up to your name.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Goldie closed her eyes and sank into the fragrant bubbles with a sigh of appreciation. Her eyes flew open again when the door creaked, and Jacob appeared with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. She shrank down into the bubbles, and he chuckled. He placed the hot chocolate on the side of the bath and propping himself up either side of the bath, lowered his head until his mouth hovered over hers. He was so close their breaths mingled until he pulled back with another smile.

  “Such a shame Jase claimed you. We could have so much fun on our own. Alas.” He picked up her discarded dress and sniffed it with a wicked smile that did strange things to her insides. Goldie was glad the bubbles hid her body’s reaction, and she frowned when he tucked the dress under one arm and went to leave.

  “Hey, where are you taking my dress? I haven’t got anything else to wear.”

  “I told you, while you’re here, Jase will want you naked. Now enjoy your soak. When you get out, there is food on the kitchen table. And some more instructions you’ll want to follow. It will make things easier for you.”

  He left, leaving Goldie wondering what those other instructions were. Having soaked away the unfamiliar soreness in her nether regions, she wrapped herself into one of the huge fluffy towels and went in search of food. When they had arrived at the sibling’s living quarters, situated above the club, Jacob had explained that they shared the living and kitchen area. Each triplet had their own bedroom, complete with en suite bathroom. He hadn’t divulged whose was whose, but she’d assumed that the bathroom he installed her in had to be Jason’s. Certainly the simple, muted, and extremely masculine design and queen-size bed screamed Jason Stanhope to her. As did the array of BDSM equipment. Thankfully among the assortment of toys she’d spotted in the wardrobe, there hadn’t been anything too nasty. Certainly no whips, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps whips weren’t his thing. They were clearly Catalina’s.

  There had been no mistaking which room was hers. She had the same huge bed, covered in black sheets, but it had been the huge array of chains and whips on the wall that had made Goldie hurry out of there. She had no intention of spending any time in that room, thank you very much, despite what had happened in the hallway. And she wasn’t going to examine that too closely either. She’d never been attracted to a woman before. Maybe there was something in the air out here. Yeah that was it, all this fresh air was going to her head and had turned her into—well, she wasn’t thinking about that either.

  The huge American style fridge held an assortment of soft and alcoholic drinks, and Goldie grabbed one of the ice-cold bottles of water and held it to her flaming cheeks. Her body didn’t seem to be listening to her attempts to reason herself out of her feelings. Instead, she grew wet just remembering that scene in the hallway. She ought to be embarrassed, but the other, reckless part of her, the part she had kept tightly under wraps for longer than she could remember, wanted nothing more than to experience those intense feelings of ecstasy again. Never before had she experienced such a powerful set of orgasms. In fact, she rarely came at all unless she used her wide variety of dildos in the safety of her bedroom.

  Her gaze fell on the bag on the kitchen table, and taking a bite out of the cold chicken Jacob had also left for her, she checked the contents. Her stomach clenched, and she shifted restlessly on the hardwood chair, remembering Jacob’s earlier promise to fuck her ass. The assortment of butt plugs and large tube of lube came with clear instructions to use the biggest one she felt comfortable using. She smiled to herself. This she could do and give the men a surprise of her own. She grabbed the largest plug in there and retreated to the bathroom.

  ***

  Goldie was on fire. It consumed her from the inside out. She was pinned, unable to move, a heavy, warm weight on top of her. Her eyes flew open in panic only to discover she was blindfolded and bound. Arms restrained high above her head, legs spread at an indecent angle, she’d lost the protection of the towel she’d fallen asleep in. Panicked, she yanked at her restraints but it was useless. The weight lifted, leaving her feeling strangely bereft, and Jason’s deeply seductive voice stilled her movements.

  “Don’t! You’ll hurt yourself. I wish you could see how hot you look tied to my bed like this.” His hand settled on her thigh as he spoke, and she involuntarily arched into his touch. She could hear the smile in his next words. “So responsive, my sweet Goldilocks, so beautiful…”

  He lifted her hips and slid a cushion under her ass. The movement made the butt plug slip a little, and Goldie moaned when Jason’s warm hand settled over it.

  He kissed the quivering skin on her lower tummy and swirled his tongue round her belly button as he slowly removed the plug. Goldie winced at the slight pain, and Jason clicked his tongue in response.

  “You’re not meant to fall asleep with one this size, baby, though I sure as fuck appreciate the sentiment.”

  The unexpected endearment delivered in his hushed, almost reverent tones settled straight in her silly heart. He was pleased with her, and she basked in that knowledge as she listened to the sounds of him moving away. She heard water running and moments later, the bed dipped, and she moaned again when he placed a hot washcloth on her anus. The warmth soothed away the last of the sting, and she relaxed.

  That is until she felt the featherlight touch of something curling around her breasts. She gasped at the sensation when Jason swirled the strands around her nipples. He chuckled in response to them hardening, and Goldie sucked in her tummy when he trailed the touches lower along her abdomen and into her already drenched folds.

  “You’re so wet already, baby, my flogger is soaked in your cream. Taste yourself for me.”

  The strings of wet material touched Goldie’s lips, and her hips bucked when Jason pushed two fingers into her core and massaged her G-spot mercilessly. Goldie moaned long and hard, and the leather strings invaded her mouth. Jason’s growled whisper in her ear urged her to comply, and she sucked the wet strands, tasting herself mixed in with the leather.

  “That’s it, and remember no coming until I tell you. Your orgasms belong to me.” His possessiveness ramped her arousal up another notch. He finger-fucked her with merciless precision and she could feel herself climbing already. God, she was so close. Her head thrashed on the bed, and she bit into the strands in her mouth with a long, drawn-out groan. He removed his fingers and the flogger and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and thorough. One hand pinched her nipple, the sweet pain soothed by another hot mouth, as the bed dipped, and Goldie froze for an instant.

  “I told you I’d be back to fuck that sweet ass.” Jacob’s words were muffled as he continued his assault on her breasts. Jason’s kiss turned passionate and helpless to resist; she retaliated by wrapping her tongue round his. He groaned, and his cock nudged her naked thigh. He broke the kiss, sliding his full lips across her jaw to her ears.

  “Give us a safe word, now, Goldie before we take this further. I need to know I haven’t read this all wrong.” He bit her ear, and she moved her head into his touch with another moan. She hardly recognized the needy sounds coming out of her mouth as she tried to reply.

  “What—no—I mean—no. Don’t stop.” The air felt cool on her heated flesh as both men w
ithdrew immediately, and Goldie panicked. They couldn’t leave her like this. She was going to go up in flames if they didn’t finish what they started. “Please—Jason.”

  She flinched as the flogger hit her thigh and corrected herself immediately. “Please—Sir—don’t stop.”

  Another light swat with the flogger hit her on the other leg. Like a swarm of little bee stings, the sensation spread, and she squirmed when her clit contracted in response, and more of her juices ran down her leg.

  “Fuck, Jase, I need to taste her.” Jacob’s voice had dropped an octave, and Goldie’s stomach dropped right with it.

  The bed dipped by her head, and Jason cupped her chin and removed her blindfold. She blinked in the sudden light and couldn’t help the groan once her eyes adjusted. Both men were naked, and the muted lighting hid nothing of their glorious physique. At the hungry way Jacob looked at her exposed pussy, more wetness seeped out of her, and he groaned, cupping his huge erection and stroking his long shaft. The drop of precum on his thick tip glistened, and he pumped faster, his gaze not once leaving her pussy.

  “Safe word, now, Goldie, or I swear I untie you and take you home right now, leaving us all aching.” Jason commanded from his position at the top of the bed. Goldie turned her head to look at him. The move brought her mouth right next to the glistening tip of his erection, and she licked the drop of moisture away. His very essence exploded on her tongue, his cock jerked upward.

  “Jesus, Goldie, safe word.” He framed her head with his hands, and the tenderness she saw warring with lust and ruthless determination in his once again golden eyes blew her away.

  “Teddy.”

  He blinked, and Jacob laughed from his position at the bottom of the bed.

  “Oh you have no idea how perfect that is, sub.” Jason smiled. Goldie smiled right back at him, happiness blossoming inside her at that moment before the first swipe of Jacob’s tongue made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. Jacob licked her slit to clit, one finger hooked into her anus, and she would have bowed straight off the bed, restrains notwithstanding, had Jason not pushed her hips back down on the cushion. He kissed her deeply, reiterating his demand for her not to come. She nodded through gritted teeth, even as her body bucked and climbed along each rung of exquisite torture with each swipe of Jacob’s oh-so-talented tongue.

  Jason’s smile turned wicked, and he kissed down her neck to her breasts, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His warm hands massaged the aching globes, and Goldie screamed when he bit down hard on one swollen nipple. Jason soothed the sting with his hot tongue and sucked strongly. He murmured his approval, his hot breath on the stiff nub making it thrust into the air even more. He repeated the process to the other one until Goldie was literally sobbing incoherently. Jacob eased his frantic lapping at her pussy and inserted two more fingers into her forbidden passage. The sharp pain brought her arousal down a few notches, and Jason kissed her again.

  “Easy, my sweet girl, this next bit will hurt, but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

  His eyes searched hers, and he smiled tenderly. Her breath came out in short pants at the sudden sharp pain to her nipple when Jason attached a nipple clamp, and Jacob resumed his assault on her clit.

  “Breathe, baby, breathe through the pain,” Jason murmured into her ear as he attached a second clamp and white hot pain seared from her nipples straight to her clit.

  “So beautiful, my sweet. Look at me.” Goldie obeyed automatically, too caught up in the intense pleasure-pain sensations coursing through her body to do anything else. Jason’s face shone with approval and satisfaction, and Goldie relaxed into the pain. Under Jason’s watchful eyes, a strange thing happened—the pain eased and turned into something else entirely. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her body climbed once again. The room receded until every fiber in her body contracted, waiting for that next touch. Was this the subspace she’d read about? This strange peace filling her, her awareness of everything heightened, her blood rushing through her veins as she waited, waited for permission to let her body fly, trusting the deep voice calling her a good girl, praising her repeatedly as his cock slid into her mouth.

  She took him deep, loving the salty taste of him. She ran her tongue around the sensitive underside of his thick head, and he groaned in response.

  “Fuck, Goldie.” She smiled around his hard shaft and took him deeper until his head touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, and he thrust his hips forward. He fisted his hands in her hair, the sweet pain adding to her own arousal as he fucked her mouth as his brother fucked her pussy with his fingers. She flew higher and higher, moaning around his bulging cock. He withdrew abruptly, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss.

  “I want to spill inside you, Goldie, while Jacob fucks your ass. Ever taken two men at once, Goldie?” He smiled grimly at her shocked denial, and she jumped when Jacob slapped her backside. The sting radiated down to her swollen folds, and more of her juices coated his fingers. He moved, licking his fingers clean, and she blinked at the sight of his huge cock jutting up proudly against his tummy.

  “How?” Her strangled question made both men laugh, and before she knew it, her arms were moved and her legs freed until they had positioned her on her knees facing the headboard. Jason shackled her wrists together and attached them to the Velcro strap hanging from the top of the headboard. He tested its strength with a small tug.

  “Comfortable?” He smiled at her nod and tugged at the chain linking her nipple clamps. The tug shot straight to her pussy, and she clamped her thighs together, earning herself another swat on the ass from Jacob.

  “Spread your legs for Jacob, my sweet. He has to lube you up. Trust me.” She obeyed his growled demand instinctively. The gel was cool against her butt crack as Jacob massaged her intimately. Another swat to her stinging cheeks heralded that he’d finished the task, and Goldie’s anxiety levels climbed again seeing the intent expression on Jason’s face. There was a rip of foil and a pause as both men sheathed themselves. Jason slid his big body between her legs and ordered her to straddle him. One hand on her hip, one on his cock, he aligned himself against her entrance, and Jacob’s hand found her breasts as she lowered herself onto Jason’s cock until he was seated to the hilt. Her walls closed around him, and he groaned, the veins on his neck sticking out with the effort required to hold himself still.

  “Don’t move!”

  His eyes locked with hers, and he used the chain across her breasts to guide her forward. Goldie grasped the strap to help her balance. The movement pulled on her nipples, and her clit contracted in response. She moaned into the kiss he gave her, and his groan joined hers as her pussy walls quivered around his cock as her body once again started to climb.

  He yanked on the chain hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. “Remember, your orgasms are mine.” She swallowed nervously as Jacob’s hands stretched her ass cheeks and the thick tip of his cock nudged against the tight ring of muscle. His warm chest pressed into her back, and his hot breath skimmed across her neck. “Relax, Goldie, let me in.”

  Jason kissed her again, murmuring endearments in between plundering her mouth, and Jacob pushed slowly. Goldie tensed against the pain that never came. Instead there was pressure, delicious pressure, as both men swore in unison, and Goldie was utterly filled. She tightened her hold on the strap, and Jacob pulled out almost all the way before seating himself again with a deep growl.

  “Fuck, yeah. Jeez, she’s tight. I won’t last five minutes, Jase.”

  Goldie wasn’t sure she would even last that long. Every stroke of that thick cock against unused nerve endings set her body alight, and when Jason lifted her hips and pulled out as Jacob pushed in, she screamed. The men set up a perfect rhythm—one retreated, the other advanced—the resulting friction in both holes sent Goldie’s body into overload. Higher and higher she climbed, hovering on the brink of release. Pain mixed with pleasure, and she didn’t recognize the husky voice pleading, begging for something just out of reach of her consci
ousness. The men increased their pace, the sounds of the three sweat-soaked bodies slapping together loud in the quiet room.

  “Hurry up, Jase, I won’t last much longer.” Jacob’s drawn-out plea in her ear joined her own, and Jason released her nipple clamps with a growl. “Come for me, Goldie.”

  The deep command was all her body needed to give into the long-denied orgasm, and as all the blood painfully rushed back into her nipples, Goldie came. Up, up and away, the sheer force of her body’s release took her breath away. Shards of color burst behind her closed eyelids and still she climbed higher and higher into one never-ending orgasm after another. She screamed until she could scream no more, dimly aware of both men reaching their own nirvana and her hands being freed. Jacob withdrew with a kiss against her damp neck, and she collapsed on top of Jason’s broad chest, her body shaking in uncontrollable sobs. When she finally calmed down enough to take in her surroundings, she found herself cradled in Jason’s arms. He smiled, kissing the last remnants of her tears away.

  “There, wasn’t that worth waiting for, my sweet Goldilocks?” She nodded into his chest, and he chuckled, tucking her into his side as he slid under the covers. “Get some rest, my sweet, because that was only the beginning.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The next day, Jason explained that the men had to go out. Tottenham Spurs were playing at home in London. A disgusted Cat declared that she would rather watch paint dry than witness grown men chase a bag of air around a field. Goldie had to giggle at that. Her amusement evaporated, however, when Jason decreed that Cat could look after Goldie. Her protests that she didn’t need looking after fell on deaf ears—actually, annoyed ears. Jacob rolled his eyes at her and even Cat made herself scarce when Jason raised his eyebrows and went all Dom on her. “I decide whether you need to be looked after, sub.”