Claiming Goldilocks: Tales From the Three Bears (Dark Fairy Tales Series Book 5) Read online

  There was also the fact that he never once was able to get me off. He didn’t like going down on me and certainly wasn’t willing to warm me up before playing hide the hot-dog. What I had seen in him, I still can’t fathom.

  I heard a knock at the door followed by a muted voice.

  “I’m sorry,” I called out, “I can’t hear you.”

  I didn’t want to step out of the shower quite yet. I was really starting to see the benefits of a spa day. There was fabulous eye candy—thanks to Mr. Front Desk. A shower that had unlimited amounts of hot water—my hot water tank was the size of a fishbowl. And best of all, Gran wasn’t here harping at me to get back into the dating game.

  A man cleared his throat and I slipped my head around the shower curtain.

  “Yes,” I said brightly.

  It was Mr. Front Desk, and his eyes were huge. I followed his gaze and realized that I was giving him a bit of a peep show. My nipple wasn’t quite hanging out, but it was close.

  “Sorry,” I flushed and covered myself better.

  He cleared his throat three times and I watched, enchanted, as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

  “I brought fresh towels,” he said eventually.

  I reluctantly turned the water off. Reaching out my arm I felt his fingers graze mine as he handed me a large fluffy white towel.

  I wrapped it around me twice and opened the curtain.

  Mr. Front Desk hadn’t moved, but there was a bulge in the front of his pants that was telling me he liked what he saw.

  I hid a smile. “Where would you like me?”

  He stumbled over his next words. “Anywhere! I mean, over here. Just follow me.”

  When his back was turned I let the smile grow on my face as I followed him through the immaculate dressing room. Everything smelled fresh and clean, like the forest. I wondered how they were able to keep things so pristine white.

  But those thoughts fled when he began to walk away, and I had a perfect view of his tight ass. I wanted to squeeze it. Shit, I wanted to take a bite out of it.

  He stopped abruptly, and I almost ran into him. I could see his nostrils flaring as if he could smell something, but I hadn’t a clue what that might be. All I could smell was whatever they were putting into the diffusers.

  He showed me a door to the left. “These are the mud baths. Will you need any assistance getting into your bath?”

  “I’m not sure,” I answered honestly, “I’ve never done one before.”

  He opened the door and led me into a room with three large bathtubs that were full of rich dark mud.

  Assuming that he was there to help I dropped my towel and turn to face him. The shock in his eyes followed by intense heat had butterflies erupting in my stomach. No man had ever looked at me the way Mr. Front Desk was. It was almost as if he wanted to devour me.

  A little bit of confidence shot into me and I pushed my shoulders back, allowing my full breasts to jut forward.

  He growled low in his throat and I looked at him, a little startled.

  He pretended to cough, “Excuse me, let’s get you inside.”

  Mr. Front Desk took my hand and helped me up the steps and into the mud bath. I felt the oozing dark mud creep into every nook and cranny. I looked up at him in alarm.

  “It’s getting in my lady bits, is that going to hurt me?”

  It was an innocent question, but Mr. Front Desk acted like I had shown him my lady bits. Okay, I had just shown him my lady bits, but not the inside, just a peek at the front. Besides, I had a tuft of blonde curls that covered almost everything.

  The mud was warm, and I couldn’t help sinking into it.

  “Mud baths are therapeutic to your skin; they contain mineral water, volcanic ash, organic peat and strained mud. You will find that they will help your skin, muscles, joints, and mind.”

  He rattled off the answer like he was reading a brochure. I knew that it would be naughty to tease the poor man. But for the fun of it, I cupped my full breasts and rubbed the mud into my skin. I knew that he could see my nipples as I molded and played with them.

  The snake in his pants seemed only to grow larger.

  “What about the areas that I can’t reach?” I asked, barely suppressing a moan when my fingertips grazed the tips of my nipples.

  Mr. Front Desk seemed to have hit his breaking point. He started ripping his clothes off and was naked in two minutes flat.

  It was a good thing that the mineral bathtubs were so large because he slipped into the mud bath right behind me. I had only a minute to take in his amazing body. He was ripped with an eight pack that had a delicious treasure trail. His pecs were rock hard and had a spattering of black hair on them. His cock had to be the largest one I had ever seen outside of porn.

  I felt something bump my ass in the mud and warmed further at the thought of his dick being anywhere near me.

  “What now?” I asked breathlessly.

  His hands replaced mine over my breasts. While my small hands were pleasant and made me feel good, his massive paws elicited deep moans from my throat. Mr. Front Desk wasn’t shy when he began to kiss my neck and tug on my tight nipples. With the mud, it felt nasty and dirty and ever so delicious.

  I wanted to ride him like the merry go round—up and down his large stick, and around and around until I made myself sick.

  His hands were workman’s hands and as a carpenter myself I reveled in the thought that this man just might know how to use his tool.

  It looked like Gran had been right all along. I might not be looking for forever, but I certainly wanted to try Mr. Front Desk on for size. Somehow, I just knew it would be the perfect fit.

  CHAPTER 4 – Bryson

  My inner self-told me that what I was doing was unethical and unprofessional. So, I told it to fuck off. Never in my life had I been more attracted to a woman. Considering my bear brothers and I have been around for longer than a century, I know a good thing when I see it.

  When I brought Goldie a towel in the locker room I had resigned myself to a purely platonic session. Our spa is not in the sex industry, nor do we cavort with our patrons. But the sight of her wet from the shower, steam billowing out from hot water caressing her skin, and the tiny rivulets that ran into the valley between her surprising full breasts...

  I am only a man. Well, a werebear, but you get my point.

  With a hard-on the size of Rapunzel's tower, I led her to where our mud baths were located. My goal was clear, show her the baths, escape. If I could just drop her off, I could rub one out while she was soaking. Even the thought of it was humiliating.

  I couldn’t believe that this small blonde creature was having such an effect on me. However, nothing had prepared me for her impromptu striptease when she flung the towel aside and in all of her perfect naked glory got into that tub.

  Shit, I didn’t even like mud.

  Goldie was teasing me and we both knew it. Covering her tits with her muddy hands and making that creamy skin all filthy had been the flipping point. I ripped my clothes off with superhuman speed. I noticed the appreciative stare that she was giving me, but I didn’t have time for show and tell.

  Climbing in behind her, I cupped her tits. They were round and soft, obviously the real thing. I could hardly stand how perfect she felt in my hands. Her head fell back against my shoulder and my cock accidentally brushed against her ass.

  I wasn’t going to apologize. Hell, she had been a naughty little thing to taunt a werebear in such a way. Little did Goldie know that she had gambled with the wrong beast. I liked things a little rough and a whole lot dirty. My client needed to be taught a lesson about poking the bear.

  And I was just the man to do it.

  I pinched her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger, loving the way that she writhed in the mud in front of me. Her ass now pressed up against my erection.

  She cried out, tipping her head to the side, and I captured her lips in a kiss. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it
wasn’t that my bear would try and claim the girl right then and there.

  Mine! She is mine!

  I wanted to tell him to chill the hell out, but my tongue had slipped into the heated cavern of her mouth. What little sense of reasoning that I might have had left, fluttered away as my tongue danced with hers.

  My body was tight with the need to dominate, to demand her submission. This girl had come into my spa with her own agenda in mind. This was my house and we played by my rules. Yanking her up, she yelped as our lips broke apart. I placed her in front of me and stared at her naked body covered in the mud.

  Bits of this and that in the dark mixture clung to every inch of her fair skin. There was even a smear of mud on her cheek that made her seem vulnerable.

  I hauled myself up and sat on the benched seat around the bath.

  She watched me like a hawk, her eyes narrowing in and taking in the firm ridges of my abdomen. Her eyes devoured my chest, my thighs and at last, landed on my cock.

  Goldie’s eyes widened, and her mouth parted.

  Fuck, I wanted to shove my dick inside those lips. I wanted to see her pretty face with sweet tears on it, begging me for more.

  “Come here,” I growled at her, barely keeping my beast in check.

  She bit her lower lip.

  Fuuuck.

  I reached out and yanked her over my muddy knees. Her gorgeous ass was plump and slippery with mud. A low moan escaped her lips as I caressed the globes, smearing the dark mud around in circles and then grabbing her ass cheeks firmly.

  Just when she was starting to get comfortable I brought my hand down and smacked her ass. Mud splattered at the contact and Goldie squirmed trying to get away.

  “What,” she panted, “What do you think you are doing?”

  I rubbed the place that I had smacked and then brought my hand down firmly again on the other side.

  She cried out and I wished that the mud wasn’t covering so much. I could hardly see the pink tones through it.

  “You know what you did,” I said firmly and spanked her again.

  Caress—spank—caress—spank, I alternated sides and even pushed her legs further apart so that when my hand came down she would feel it not only in her ass but in her pussy.

  I could tell the moment that the stinging sensation had transitioned into burning desire. Her breathing changed and her hands that were propped against the side of the tub began to whiten as she held on tighter and tighter.

  “What did you do wrong, Goldie?”

  I needed her to know who she was dealing with. Goldie was a beautiful and intelligent woman. There was no way that she wasn’t aware of how her actions affected me.

  I heard a small whimper, “I tempted you.”

  I nodded, but she couldn’t see me. “How did you tempt me?”

  Goldie arched her back at the next spank and tried to push her ass more firmly into my hand. My sweet little sub liked having her ass taken in hand.

  “I used my body,” she cried out.

  “Good girl,” I said in a soothing tone and slipped my hand between her thighs. “You took your punishment well, Goldie. Let’s get you cleaned up and I will give you your reward.”

  She turned to me and I saw how red her face was. Those long eyelashes were coated in tears, but as I helped her to her feet she smiled at me.

  Dipping her head, she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

  Fuck me, this girl was like none other. A natural submissive as well as a temptress. A brief thought crossed my mind that my brothers weren’t going to be happy about my attachment to the girl. But I didn’t care. In these short minutes, my bear had claimed her, if only in his heart. And I was inclined to agree with him.

  Next to the large tubs, we had waterfall showers that allowed our guests to clean off in this very room. I walked Goldie to the shower and turned it on. Then with a gentle hand, I took a cloth and our special blend of soap, honey, and lavender, and began to clean the mud away from her lovely skin.

  The water sent most of the mud swirling around our feet and down the specially made drains below. I washed every inch of her body from the shell of her ears, between her toes and then finally lathering up the cloth again I began to wash her sweet pussy.

  “Move your legs apart and hold onto my shoulders,” I sank to my knees so that I could ensure that every speck of mud had been washed away.

  She clenched my shoulders tightly as I rubbed her little nub with the washcloth. The slight texture of the fabric was sending goosebumps along her skin even in the hot water.

  When I was finished I threw the cloth to the side and began to stroke her slick pussy. The juices from her spanking had been washed away. But my girl had no trouble becoming wetter as I stroked and caressed her pretty pink folds.

  Goldie dug her nails into my skin when I slipped a finger inside of her.

  “You like that, Baby?”

  “Oh, Sir, yes, so much.”

  Fuck yeah, I loved when she called me, Sir.

  In and out of her heated body I stroked my fingers. Her blonde curls were right in front of my face and I couldn’t help but lean over and lick her clit. It was peeking out, seeking relief and I provided it. Adding another finger to her core I sucked her clit into my mouth and began to suck in earnest.

  Her legs buckled, and I had to grab her to keep her from slipping to the floor as her body shattered. The strength of her orgasm causing her eyes to roll back and her nipples to bead so tightly that they looked like diamonds.

  My cock was raging, but I knew that this was to be about her. She had taken her punishment like the good girl she was.

  I reached up and turned the water off. “I want you to come in again next week.”

  My voice was raspy and tense. I got us both to our feet and picked up some towels to wrap around our naked bodies.

  Was I dreaming, or did she actually look disappointed when I wrapped my towel around my waist?

  I gazed down into her eyes, demanding an answer.

  She blushed, “Yes, Sir. Do you want me to come the same time next week?”

  I groaned internally. “I want you to cum around my dick, in my hands and all over my face.”

  She blinked at me, and then a coy smile crossed her face.

  CHAPTER 5 – Goldilocks

  It had been three days since Gran had forced me into taking a spa day. When I returned to the wood-shop that afternoon, she had surreptitiously glanced at me at least a thousand times. I knew she wanted me to dish the dirt on how things went down at the Tranquil Bear.

  There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to fill my grandmother in on the singularly most erotic day of my life. Especially since I didn’t even have sex with the man, but I sure as shit wanted to. I vowed to myself that the next time I saw him I was going to jump him.

  Bryson Ursidae had literally rocked my ever-loving world and I wanted to do the man the same courtesy.

  With a bubble of excitement in my stomach, I gathered my car keys and the list that Gran had put together for the grocery store. I groaned when I saw she had filled out every inch of space on the paper on both sides.

  I hated the grocery store with a passion. If I wasn’t so fond of eating I would never return to the place with elevator music, crying babies, and weird old guys that pass gas and look at you questioningly.

  A shudder rolled through me, but I shook it off. I had this.

  Betty started with a gentle purr and I patted the dash of my old Chevy. She was a little battered, and on the wrong side of thirty, but I loved my truck.

  With the window rolled down and the radio up, I sang to the current top forty as I drove across town to the Pig and Poke. It was the only grocery store in town, run by the three little Pigs. They had been bullied something fierce by some shifter wolves in high school. Most people thought Scarlett’s husbands, the big bad wolves, were behind it all.

  But it wasn’t true; they were the ones that stopped the bullying. Gossip can be a real bitch, I’ve found that i
t rarely comes close to the truth of things.

  I pulled into the lot and parked about halfway back in the parking lot. I didn’t bother to lock my truck. We lived in a small town, and everyone who was anyone knew Betty was my ride.

  I don’t think there is a family in town that doesn’t have at least one piece of furniture handmade by our shop. All bragging aside, we do amazing work and have superior furniture. Most people respect the hell out of my family. It is only that prick Stuart that seems to think I rate the same as toe jam.

  I grabbed a cart and pulled out the list. Groaning internally, I started with the produce aisle. I bagged up the oranges, apples, and bananas. Grabbed the carrots, celery, and onions, and was just reaching for the avocados when I heard a husky voice by my side.

  “Do you always feel up your fruit before taking it home?”

  I could hardly believe my eyes, it was Mr. Front Desk from the spa. I felt my cheeks heat and my panties grow damp. Shit, images of his hands rubbing mud into my naked skin flashed through my mind.

  He grinned at me with a knowing smile. “Can’t take one home that’s too hard or too soft. Gotta have the one that is just right—don’t you?”

  Hard and soft, his dick came into my brain and I blurted out, “I doubt there is anything soft about you, Sir.”

  His eyes darkened. “You had better do a more thorough check, Sweets. Just to ensure that I’m hard everywhere.”

  Without thinking I reached out and grabbed his impossibly amazing ass.

  Fuck.

  Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

  “Maybe I need some privacy to do the examination necessary,” my voice had dropped into ‘siren mode’ and I knew that it was just the thing to send this crazy attraction into insanity-land.

  His nostrils flared, and a look of possession overtook his friendly gaze. He took a step closer and for a second, I noticed that he smelled a little different than he had the other day at the spa. Today he smelled like citrus and spice. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting his skin.