You Said Forever (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  “I guess you better spank my thighs instead. My butt can’t take much more.”

  “You got it, Angel. Good choice.”

  He spanked her with his wide palm and by the fifth Megan had become vocal. “Please, Captain. I’m sorry. I promise not to say the “F-dash-dash-dash” word ever again.”

  Tony and Rick couldn’t contain themselves and burst out laughing. Megan was a jewel, she was priceless and a source of endless amusement for her Dom and the other owners. Tony had to watch her closely at The Club however where there were many sticklers for high protocol. Some would demand a public punishment if they fell victim to her sassy mouth.

  It wasn’t long after the spanking resumed before a scream of pleasure echoed through the room. Having given her permission to come, Tony finished Megan off with five swats to her pussy and the stimulation to her already aroused sex pushed her right over the edge. Tony obviously had forgone his philosophy that naughty subs shouldn’t be rewarded with orgasms after a punishment. Unable to support herself any longer, Megan collapsed to her knees in front of the chair and rested her upper body on the seat as Tony soothed her with soft words and applied Regan’s peach scented oil to her butt. When he finished he pulled off her sundress whispering that he didn’t want the oil to stain the pretty material. Instead, he wrapped her in a fuzzy sub blanket, lifter her in his arms and then joined the other couple on the couch.

  Megan saw Regan watching her curiously and she blushed, snuggling deeper into Tony’s chest. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey,” Regan reassured her. “You sounded like you really enjoyed that.”

  Impossibly, Megan turned a deeper red. Both Tony and Rick chuckled. “I have to be very creative with my punishments, don’t I Angel?” Cap kissed her damp brown then pressed his face against his wife’s blonde curls as they both sighed deeply.

  “It’s amazing how different we are. Cap used the paddle and cane at least twice as hard as Rick did and you looked like you were flying.”

  Rick answered that seeing Megan was still recovering in her Dom’s arms. “It’s her kink babe. Just as you and I like getting naked and showing off at The Club, that level of exposure, the exhibitionism would have Megan screaming her safeword so fast Cap’s head would spin.”

  “Is that why you guys don’t scene in public much?”

  Tony answered that one, “Yes. She is very private and also still new but she handles scenes that seasoned subs like yourself would find difficult and she doesn’t want to be labeled.”

  At Regan’s confused expression, Rick explained. “Sweetness you’ve been in the lifestyle long enough to know that there are people who get off on sexual pain, they are often referred to as masochists or pain-sluts.

  “I wouldn’t like anyone calling my sister a slut. I think kinky is sufficient.”

  “Yeah, little sister, I agree. Part of the reason we go to The Club is to avoid judgment, but labels, good or bad are just that. I just think everyone’s physiology is different.” He paused to offer a drink of water to Megan who she was still flying after the scene. “You know the kink in our lifestyle is a rush and a thrill. Those feelings are caused by an endorphin release in the brain. Endorphins are the body’s morphine. So, it’s a paradox you see, causing pain to bring pleasure. Megan and others who enjoy erotic pain must have a greater endorphin rush than others. Not everyone understands it so we keep our heavy kink at home, in private rooms or with people we trust. Understand?”

  The question got a resounding “yes” response all of them, including Megan who had returned to earth. She smiled serenely up at Professor Rossi, her very perceptive and understanding Dom.

  “Speaking of privacy, I’m going to take my wife home Rick. Same time next Friday?”

  “You bet.”

  “We’ll have to re-schedule two weeks from tonight though. I‘ll be in L.A. This will be my last trip before Megan delivers. I’m not going to risk missing the birth of the twins. By my calculations we’ll be finished with these sessions by her thirty-fourth week, which according to her doctor is close to when her kinky play has to stop. We’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Vanilla from then until at least six weeks after delivery, won’t we Angel?”

  Megan reached up to pat his scruffy cheek affectionately. “Poor baby, what are you going to do for ten or twelve weeks?”

  Tony looked at her and quirked his trademark brow and his expression seemed to say “seriously, you’re going to fuck with me now?” He grinned at Rick and winked again at Regan, Megan was in for it now. “It’s a good thing for me that my sassy wife has a naughty mouth. I will have to put it to good use while her pussy is out of commission.”

  “Captain!” Megan squealed. She just knew the others were picturing her using her sassy mouth on her arrogant husband’s cock. “I cannot believe you said that.”

  Rick and Tony looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Newbies.”

  They all laughed long and hard ending the session on a positive note.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Back at home Rick and Regan spent the rest of the evening cuddling and talking in front of the fire. Although the punishment was a path to forgiveness, he was still hurt that she would think he would actually want to live without her because she couldn’t have children. Rick pressed Regan for an explanation of why she didn’t trust him and confide in him.

  “You, your parents, my parents, everyone just talked about it all the time. And since I turned thirty, it seems everyone has been asking me about it.” She mimicked then, “When are you and Rick going to start a family? Or, isn’t your biological clock ticking?” She plucked at the open collar of his shirt, avoiding his eyes. “It was driving me crazy. It seemed as soon as we started to try, everywhere I went I saw pregnant women. Then Megan got pregnant with twins of all things. It made me feel like a failure, like I was less of a woman because I couldn’t get pregnant. It just didn’t seem fair, to me or to you. Pile on the depression and those mood swinging hormones… well, I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight.” She felt the tears welling up and sniffled as she fought to hold them back. She was tired of being a weak, sniveling mess.

  “You weren’t thinking rationally at all, Regan. Please look at me when I tell you this.” He waited until she was looking up at him. “I want you to know that I would never sacrifice what we have together. I love you and am happy with things the way there are. If it is just the two of us until the day we die, I can accept that as long as I have you. It’s natural to want to have children but it isn’t necessary for my happiness.” He kissed her sweet lips tenderly before landing the next blow. “I don’t want to keep repeating this but I didn’t realize you were feeling that way, so I couldn’t help you deal. We should be able to trust one another enough to talk about anything. What are we going to do about that, do you think?”

  “I think I’m ready to go back to see Dr. Windham. Maybe she can help me work on my trust issues. I’m sorry I lied, Bear. It started out as an omission then snowballed out of control. One little lie led to a bigger one. I felt so guilty and I was hurting myself as well as all the people that I love the most.” Her eyes were clear as spoke to him, she was open and honest and really talking to him for a change. “I’m not ready to give up on a baby yet, Bear.”

  “I understand that, but we need to find a qualified fertility specialist this time and see where we stand, together.”

  Regan nodded her acceptance of that idea. “Dr. Windham said no qualified professional would treat just one partner in a committed relationship. I guess that means they’ll want you to get tested, too. Is that OK?”

  “No problem, just as long as you’re there to help me fill my little cup.” He winked at her and gave a little laugh at her long-suffering expression.

  “Only you would be able to find a perk in this process. I found the whole thing humiliating, especially checking my cervical mucus every day.”

  “Sorry, I missed that honey, literally.” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a dirty old man leer. “Bu
t I can help you with that from now on.”

  “Whatever.” She giggled but instantly regretted her sass as he rewarded with a light swat on her red butt before he pulled her in tight against his chest. They held each other close for a long time.

  Rick finally broke the silence and his tone had turned more serious, “I’ve been thinking that we probably need to do some re-training. Go back to the basics and re-learn the principles of DD again. I think we have the D/s play perfected but we need to learn how to interact when it’s just Rick and Regan, husband and wife. Maybe we can find a seminar or couples retreat on domestic discipline that we can attend together.”

  “They have those?” Regan was surprised to hear that.

  “Yeah, Tony knows a guy in Boston who holds them once or twice a year. He’s a psychologist and speaks nationally on the common benefits of DD.”

  “Will you be able to get away? You’ve been working a lot lately.”

  “I’d like to wait till the case is wrapped up but it looks like this one is going to take some time. It’s one step forward, two steps back. We capture dealers and middlemen but they are quickly replaced with new ones. They have a pretty extensive network in South Texas and also right her in San Antonio. At the very least I should wait until we get enough new men trained.” He rolled her to her back and came up on an elbow. He was looking down on her with a serious expression when he continued. “This is us and it’s important. I don’t know when the sessions are held but I’ll check into it and make the time. I’m sorry I’ve been away so much lately while you’ve been dealing with all this.”

  Regan reached up and stroked his beard-roughened cheek. “At least its days instead of weeks and months like when you were in the Army.”

  “Yeah, I’m glad you brought that up, I’ve been thinking.”

  “Uh oh, now we’re in trouble” she teased him. Shades of her lighthearted former self were returning.

  “You’re sassing again, little girl?” He slid a strong hand to her butt and squeezed her one warm check as a gentle reminder of the punishment she had endured earlier. “Your cute little butt still has a bedtime spanking plus ten tonight. Don’t push it.”

  “I’m sorry, Bear. I was just teasing.”

  “I know, babe, and I’ve missed your playfulness and laughter so much. But I was making a point before I was so rudely interrupted.” He gave her another squeeze then winked to indicate he was teasing right back. “I think part of our problem is the domestic discipline. You never had to live strictly by the rules while I was in the Army. I’d come in for a week or two, a month at the most. You’d have to behave for a while then go back to running the show alone when I left. Anyone can toe the line for that short period of time. Now that we are together all the time you’re struggling ceding control to me. I want to take care of you, babe. Let me make the hard decisions for a change.”

  “I never thought of that, Bear. I think you may be right. I was used to doing my own thing but it was tough being in charge of everything, school, work, and the house. When you came in it was a great break but was more like a prolonged role-play. When you left I was in charge again without anyone to enforce the rules or make me mind. Does it make me weak to want you to take charge?”

  “No Regan, it’s just who we are. I like control and you like for me to take it. It’s how we work and if others don’t like it, screw ‘em.” The laughed together and feel silent as they held each other cozy in their own world in front of the fire.

  Regan broke the silence as she put a nagging thought into words. “I never actually had to deal with you working either. When you were home on leave you got to focus all your time and attention on me. I guess I got spoiled. Now, I have to share you with security work, missions out of town and DM duties at The Club. I didn’t realize you would be doing so much business at The Club either.”

  “The owners and a lot of the Doms work together so it’s natural to discuss work sometimes when we meet up there but we usually use the conference room. What bothers you about that?”

  “Well… I guess I need to get a handle on my jealousy when you’re dealing with the other subs, even in a DM role. But I swear Bear, if they keep flirting with you I’m going to go off on one of them. Especially old Tits McGee. If she shows up in that damn spanking skirt again and starts waving her ass in your face I will lose it. I mean it.”

  Shocked and confused, Rick looked to her for an answer. “What on earth are you talking about? And who in the hell is Tits McGee?”

  “Come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice the bare assed, big boobed blonde in the red spanking dress a few weeks back. You and your buddies were sure into it.”

  “You mean Stephanie Beckett?” Rick’s shock turned to amusement as he broke out into peals of loud, booming laughter. “You’re jealous of Stephanie? Oh, that’s priceless.”

  “I don’t see anything funny about her flirting or rubbing her big boobs all over you while her fat, ass hangs out of her skirt.”

  “Honey, stop,” Rick was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach and gasping for breath.

  “Dammit Rick!” she boldly smacked him on his arm. “It isn’t funny.” When that just made him howl even louder she balled up her fist and punched him in the shoulder. That sobered him up a little bit and he gave her a warning.

  “Easy, Regan. No more hitting.” He wiped the tears from his eyes and grinned as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “You have no cause to be jealous, babe. Stephanie Beckett is a lesbian. I need to worry more about her flirting with you. As a matter of fact, she has mentioned several times how hot she thinks you are. She even hinted at a threesome and wondered if that’s something you’re into. Just keep in mind that you’d be the sweet cream filled center inside our hard cookie shells.” He cracked himself up with that and started laughing again.

  Regan sat there stunned. First her mind rewound all the painful fantasies she had of the FBI agent and Rick with their future family. She flashed on all the times she’d seen them at The Club together. Then her mind conjured up the three of them in bed, both focusing on her as the creamy center. No way. Regan just didn’t swing that way.

  Regan pushed up on his chest until she was in a seated position, straddling his hips and her self-doubt poked its head up from where she was trying to bury it. “You don’t think she’s attractive? She’s very pretty and has got a nice figure. And her boobs… ” She held up her hands exaggerating the other woman’s proportions.

  “Oh no, I know better than to answer a loaded question like that. I also won’t tell you if your butt looks big in anything, ever.” He looked at her askance. “Are you actually considering it?”

  “What? No, uh… eww. I’m really not at all into women.”

  “What if the third was a man?” Rick looked up at her weighing her reaction.

  She had to stop and think about that. Did Rick want to see her with another man? Could she do it? What if the third was a man, like Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? She’d always thought he was hot. Like that was going to happen. Maybe someone they knew, like Lil T. She always thought he looked a lot like “The Rock,” anyway. Tall, café au lait skin, tons of muscles, now that would make for an awesome threesome. She would definitely be the filling between her gorgeous husband and an equally hot Samoan ex-WWE wrestler or Lil T. Hot damn… she had better not ever tell Rick that fantasy. And that’s where it would stay, a fantasy. Threesomes were a hard limit for her. She was a one-man woman and he for damn sure better be a one-woman man.

  “Wow. What is going through your naughty head right now? You went from practically drooling to pissed in 3.2 seconds?”

  “Oh, it was nothing.” She smiled wickedly at her husband. “I was just thinking about how much I love cookies. Especially Double Stuffed.” It was her turn to laugh hysterically. And his turn to frown. She giggled again then snuggled against him chest thinking how nice it was to talk to him again. “I’m just teasing you, Bear. I couldn’t handle more than you.
You wear me out as it is.”

  “Good cause I’m not sharing, even with The Rock.”

  “Uh…” She sat bolt upright again. “How did you…?” Giving herself away, she squealed when his hands sought revenge and created a sizzle on her still tender ass with four quick swats.

  “Stop, honey. I’m really sore, please. I wouldn’t have The Rock, seriously.”

  He grunted in response but was obviously pleased with her answer and began rubbing her tingling ass.

  The imp inside her just couldn’t leave it alone. “Yeah, the Rock’s got nothing on my man. But if it was Chris Jericho or John Cena then we’d have to talk.”

  She squealed as he sat up and stripped her of her nightgown. The next minute she fond herself flat on her back and he was lifting both her legs in the air with one big hand around her ankles. Wordlessly he started spanking her ass.

  “I’m teasing, Rick, I swear. I don’t want any one but you. Please… Ouch. I’m still sore.” After another four smacks he spread her legs and lowered his hard body between them. He grinned down at her as his stiff cock slipped easily inside her drenched pussy. His sassy, playful, fun-loving Regan was back. He then made love to her in spectacular vanilla fashion, right there on the living room rug.

  After he brought to orgasm at least three times, he carried her to bed and roused them both to another stunning release. As she cuddled in his arms in the afterglow, she told him how much she loved him. She had missed her best friend and realized that he had been missing for a while too, thanks to her nutty behavior. It seemed like clearing the air had set them back on track as best friends, lovers, husband and wife, Dom and sub, and play time Master and slave. What an idiot she was. The truth had really set them free.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Rick had to go out of town for a few days and he worried about leaving a still fragile Regan alone. But they had a major lead on the case that could possibly break the network in South Texas wide open. Regan understood and assured him she would be fine. She also promised she wouldn’t go anywhere without her security detail. So, he reluctantly left her, promising to check in by phone and to be back as soon as he could.