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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