Claimed by Her Bears

by Doris O'Connor

  Heaven help her. Jason had promised to fulfill her fantasies, but since when did they involve her wanting to be with all three of them?

  She swallowed nervously when Catalina smiled, crossed the distance between them with two long strides, and kissed her. The woman’s lips were cool, firm, and surprisingly gentle, and Goldie told her misgivings to take a fucking hike. Her Sir would stop this, if he objected, she knew that, so Goldie would just go with the flow, as it were.

  Cat ran her tongue along the seams of Goldie's mouth repeatedly, and she couldn’t help but open up to that insistent demand. Cat’s growl of approval joined Goldie’s moan as their tongues touched. Rather than feeling weird, this felt right, and far too arousing. Catalina took the kiss deeper, and her tongue thrust and dueled with Goldie's, as she returned the kiss tenfold. Goldie’s 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, and rubbed against her exposed clit. That bundle of nerves jerked at the contact, and her whole body heated with the sensations assaulting her. Another pair of male hands settled on her breasts. They kneaded and pinched 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 by now hugely engorged clit, and the rough denim created the most delightful friction. Her hips rocked of their own accord to try 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. When someone, and for the life of her she couldn’t determine who it was, urged Goldie's hand toward soft skin, she couldn't help but explore that expanse of flesh. Acting on instinct she trailed her hand lower until she encountered the familiar feel of 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 cunt, and she finger-fucked Catalina as her own orgasm built. Her thumb circled Catalina's clit in ever faster circles, and the other woman's juices coated her fingers, as she thrust a digit into Cat’s channel, and curled it upward until she found her sweet spot.

  “Fuck, yes, right there, girl.”

  Cat’s breathy response spurred Goldie on, and she added another finger and fucked Cat harder. It was a strange, yet familiar sensation, as Cat’s inner muscles squeezed around her, and their heavy breaths mingled, when Catalina kissed her again.

  Jason's thigh moved faster between her legs, and his hot breath ghosted across her neck as he murmured his approval.

  “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 her surroundings.

  “Fuck that's hot.” Jacob growled the words, and Jason bit her ear. At least she thought it was Jason. She was fast losing track of who was doing what, and what’s more she didn’t care. She was theirs and desperate to come.

  The sharp pain focused her awareness somewhat, and 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 and exposed her breasts. The cool air skittered across her nipples, and Goldie moaned as they tightened further, and she thrust the needy globes into his waiting hands. Jacob winked at his brother behind her, and with a grin so wicked it would have set her knickers alight, was she wearing any, he bent his head. When he took one waiting bud into his mouth and sucked hard, she arched her back, and her hips took on a mind of their own. With his large hands on her hips now, he pinned her back against his brother, and stopped 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 between them, and Catalina laughed.

  “Have fun torturing her, boys.”

  She leaned forward and planted another kiss on Goldie's lips with a whispered, “See ya later, sugar.”

  Goldie didn't see the woman sashay away. She was too caught up in her own body climbing once again, as it strove for that orgasm she was still being denied. Sweat broke out all over her body, and her breath came in short agonized gasps of pleasure, and, yet her men 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, which built and receded in direct response to Jacob's clever tongue. Jason's hand massaged her backside, while his fingers dipped into her wet slit. Her channel ached to be filled with the thick cock that pressed into her hip.

  “Shhhh, sweet thing, allow yourself to feel. It'll all be worth it. I want to hear you begging for our cocks, and maybe then, you’ll get us both.”

  The dirty words whispered into her neck sent her need sky high, and everything inside of her clenched, as her internal muscles clamped around the fingers in her cunt. He laughed at her whispered pleas, and still denied her release. 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 wanna 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 in answer, and she screamed in surprise when Jason pinched her clit. The pain mixed in with pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. God, she was so close to the most overwhelming orgasm ever. It build 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, and kissed a path 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, and their kiss grew ever 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 made 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 am so looking forward to fucking your pretty ass. I just know I'm gonna love it.” Jacob bit her lip, and his tawny eyes sparkled with wicked desires as he inserted another finger. The invasion brought tears to her eyes as her sphincter muscle contracted around the digits. She whimpered her denial, even as her body betrayed her with a renewed gush of moisture. It trickled to the top of her stockings, and a tiny part of her still functioning brain did wonder at her wanton behavior. Surely, she ought to be embarrassed by this, yet she sensed nothing but heated approval from her men.

  Jacob released her with a small smile, and ste
pped away. Before she could bemoan the loss of Jacob's warm body, Jason was back. She moaned her thanks at the rip of foil, and her Sir’s foresight to protect her, because right now she couldn’t have cared less about that. 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, as he pounded her against the wall like a madman. Sensations built anew, and every move of his large cock scraped against her G-spot until Goldie screamed her surrender. Jason yanked her hair and groaned his own release into her shoulder. 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 Seven

  Those words shook Goldie out of her happy state faster than an ice cold shower could have done.

  “No, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir, but…”

  She couldn’t carry on, too aware of the heated intensity in her Sir’s eyes, and the way his eyebrows drew into a frown. Oh, she had so buggered this up. Jacob, too, looked far from happy, and he shook his head at her.

  “Master to you, girl, while we’re in the club, and you’ve just earned yourself another punishment.”

  He turned round to address his brother, as though he couldn’t bear to look at her, and Goldie wanted the ground to swallow her up. Really, what was the big deal? Most men would have been happy to have her combust like that, but not Jason Stanhope. Oh no, of course not.

  She couldn’t hear the whispered conservation between the two men, as she tugged at her clothing, and tried to restore some semblance of order to her hair. No doubt it looked as though she had been dragged through a hedge backwards, or rather been fucked with an inch of her life against a wall. He hadn’t even got undressed, other than yanking his jeans down. It had been hot, fast, and dirty, and her cheeks flamed at the thought that anyone could have walked in on them, never mind the fact that Jacob had had a front seat view of his very own porn show.

  As though he’d heard her shameful thoughts, Jacob slapped Jason on the shoulder and approached Goldie. Her embarrassment was complete when he clucked his tongue, and pulled her dress up higher over her boobs. In her agitation she hadn’t even noticed that half a boob was still hanging out.

  “There, that’s better, sweetie. Don’t look so worried, baby. It’ll be okay. Just don't tick him off again. I'll see you later.” Jacob kissed her nose, and gave her a playful swat on her ass, which earned him a deep growl from his brother, and ratcheted Goldie’s anxiety levels right back up again.

  Jacob disappeared through another door at the end of the long corridor, and Goldie was on her own with Jason.

  “Follow me, girl.”

  “Master?” Goldie reached out to touch Jason, and his harsh features relaxed slightly, when she offered him a tentative smile. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  Jason’s deep sigh brought it with it a whiff of his scent, and she leaned into the hand with which he cupped one side of her face.

  “I know you are. It’s just…”

  Her heartbeat went into overdrive when he looked down on her. A myriad of emotions crossed his features, and his dark eyes softened slightly, as he looked down on her.

  When he released her she felt curiously bereft, and as though she was missing something important here.

  “Come with me, Goldilocks. You wanted to see the club, so now’s your chance.”

  He didn’t wait to see if she would follow him, and Goldie hurried on after him through the door, and into the crowded club, painfully aware of her state of undress. With her dress rumpled beyond repair and her feet minus her killer heels, she felt 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.

  What the fuck was she doing here, and what was wrong with her anyway? She couldn't have just picked a nice boring coworker 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 was still to come, 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. Goldie swallowed her cry of surprise as he turned around and his strong arm snaked round her waist to steady her. Jason cupped her chin with his free hand, which forced her to look at him. Her heart skipped a few beats at the concern in his eyes, and she drew in an unsteady breath when he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.

  “New sub, Master J?” A silver-haired, elegantly dressed man interrupted them, and the way he ran his gaze over her made her skin prick in annoyance. The man smiled and immediately dismissed her.

  “If you want a hand taming her, let me know.” His eyes widened, and the smile slid off his face when Jason growled his 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 that came from Jason. Oh, he sounded utterly furious, as proven by the abrupt way in which 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…”

  To her utter horror the older man's face turned purple as he gasped for air, and Goldie looked around for help. God, what could she do? Surely someone would stop this, but nobody stepped forward to intervene. Just as she thought she would have to do something, Jacob and Catalina appeared, and Goldie breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. She had no idea what to do about the seething violent fury that seemed to have Jason in its grip. Clearly there was more going on here than was apparent.

  “Let him go, bro. He can't answer you if he's unconscious.” Jacob's cool, collected voice seemed to get through to Jason, because he slowly released his hold on the other man’s throat, and the older guy spluttered and heaved in big gulps of air.

  Jacob 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. Her voice held an edge of steel and a distinctive growl that made Goldie flinch.

  His beast? Goldie drew closer to Jacob, as her earlier tendrils of unease increased to alarming levels. They traveled up her spine and wrapped an invisible vise around her chest. It made breathing extremely difficult. What the hell does that mean, his beast? Jason certainly looked as though he would be capable of ripping the other man's head off. Leashed power emanated off him, and his low growls filled the space they were in.

  Oh good God. Those animalistic sounds really shouldn’t make her grow wetter, should they?

  Catalina smiled, and more chills raced down Goldie's body, because that smile didn’t reach her eyes. It was full of calculating menace, and the very air around them seemed thicker and full of anticipation as they waited for the other ma
n 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 safeword? Answer me. I. Asked. You. A. Question.” He punctuated every word with 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 suspect we already know what he's gonna say.”

  Jason lowered the other man slowly, and balled his hands into fists by his sides.