You Said Forever (Club Decadence) (7 page)

“Yes, Master…  Please.”

“Say it.”

“Please, Master.  Fuck me.  Fuck your naughty slave girl.”

“Hmm… very nice.  But, here’s the thing.  What we have here is a slave who tried to leave her Master without permission, tried to take a cab from The Club without telling anyone, and then got sassy and disobedient.  Now after a spanking, she thinks she can dictate her Master’s actions.  Do you think that slave deserves a good fucking?”  She could hear the anger return to his voice.

“No, Master.  I’m very sorry.”

“Yeah, you should be. I have been thinking for a while that some of this bad behavior is because I have been too easy with you Regan.  I’ve talked to Tony and Master Peter about it and both think that giving you pleasure after a punishment may be sending you mixed messages.”

“You talked to them about us, Master?”  She flushed with embarrassment.

“Of course, you know Tony is like a brother to me, he’s my best friend and mentor.  He trained me and Master Peter trained him.  I go to them for advice sometimes.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.”  He patted her red ass reassuringly.

“So, here are the options on how we proceed.  I can take you now but you won’t be allowed to come or we can go home and get a good night’s sleep and start fresh in the morning.  Your choice this time, slave.”

Good Lord! She was on fire for him.  If he took her now how would she keep from coming?  What would be the punishment for coming without permission?  Could she risk it?  Her butt was on fire already, could she take any more if she disobeyed again?  And, if she went home, no way would she be able to sleep.

“Master, I think that since either way, not coming tonight will be part of my punishment.  It’s not fair to leave you unsatisfied when I was the one that was naughty.  I think you should take your pleasure of me before we go home.  At least then your evening won’t have been totally ruined by your naughty slave girl.”

“Such a good submissive response, I think you have remembered something tonight.  Tonight you are my slave.  A slave exists to serve her Master.  Your Master doesn’t need your permission or invitation to fuck you, does he?”  He didn’t wait for her answer simply moved to the front of the bench and unzipped his leathers. “It is important to remember my beautiful slave girl, that when Master is pleased he is more inclined to give his slave pleasure.”  Holding her head up with one hand fisted in her hear, he traced her lips with the head of his cock, his pre cum leaving a glossy sheen of moisture.  His voice was husky as he commanded her.  “Right now, your Master wants you to open those gorgeous lips and use your talented mouth to make him come.  Suck me, naughty slave.  Prove to me that you remember how to be an obedient and submissive.”

She opened her mouth and took the head inside, her tongue lapped at him, circling and teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue and she hummed with desire.  Unlike some women she enjoyed oral sex and she really loved the taste of a man, specifically her man.  His hand tightened in her auburn curls as he held her head still and slipped deeper inside.  As he inched in further she applied suction and opened wide.  He was huge and she had never been able to take all of him without gagging.  He marked the depth with his fingers when he hit the back of her throat.

“My slave, that feels fantastic.  I’m
going to fuck your mouth now, naughty girl, be ready to swallow when I come down your throat.”  He knew his explicit talk turned her on and he used his words to heighten her arousal.  Angling her head back he moved faster as he began to use her eager mouth.  The head brushing the back of her throat, she relaxed and laid her tongue flat along the underside of his cock as he taught her.

He moved inside her, over and over.  A few times plunging deep and holding position for a few seconds before allowing her to come up for air. “Good girl,” he murmured as he continued to work his hard cock in and out of her mouth. “Eyes on me, Regan.”

He looked into her beautiful blue eyes and was floored that this gorgeous creature belonged to him.  The sight of his hard cock buried deep in her mouth, her pretty pink lips wrapped around his flesh brought him nearer to climax.  He groaned as he felt it build. “I love you my beautiful slave girl.  Get ready to swallow your Master’s come.  I want you to take every drop I give you.”  His strokes grew more rapid as he surrendered to the pleasure of her mouth.

She looked into his eyes and watched as he came, his warm seed shooting deeply down her throat as she swallowed obediently.  Regan thought this and anal sex were the ultimate acts of sexual submission and she loved them both.  She felt his cock twitch and the final few drops of his seed coated her tongue as he pulled back slowly.  His cock still hard he didn’t want the moment to end so he gently rubbed the sensitive head against her red and swollen lips as his heart rate and breathing returned to normal.

Finally, he pulled away and bent to release her ankles then squatted in front to release her wrists.  He pulled her head back, a hand at her nape, the other cupping her jaw.  He angled her head for his mouth and kissed her deeply.  He tasted himself on her lips as well as the underlying sweetness that was his Regan.  Several minutes passed as he made love to her mouth with his tongue.  He then pulled back and gently stroked her face.

“I love you, baby.  All is forgiven.”

Regan nodded through her tears, recognizing one of the best parts of a D/s relationship.  When a mistake was made and punishment was accepted, forgiveness followed without question.  God, she loved him.  What was she going to do without him?

Chapter Eight

Rick made up for her climax-free Friday by keeping her naked and satisfied most of the weekend.  By the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, she was almost too worn out to go to dinner.  A laughing Rick had teased, “I’ll just have to bathe and dress myself so you can conserve your energy.”  As she soaked in the warm tub she thought about how much her very masculine Dom enjoyed performing these kinds of personal tasks for her.  Especially bathing which was a sensual experience for them both and engaged all their senses.  Often, when they played at home it was part of aftercare.

She remembered the first time he had bathed her.  While relaxing in the tub together he had massaged the scented bath gels and oils into her silky, soft skin lingering on sensitive curves and hollows.  The tantalizing fragrance of peaches rose in the steamy air and aroused them both.  His mouth had watered as he worked the aromatic peach shampoo and conditioner into her silky hair.   Afterward her bath he thoroughly dried her with a big fluffy towel then messaged her entire body with a special peach flavored lotion Regan had special ordered just for him.  He leaned in often to leisure taste, lick and nibble as she writhed uncontrollably in his hands.  Her taste drove him crazy and he ended up massaging it into her pussy and clit just so he could lick it off.  Predictably, they ended up making love to her on the bathroom floor.  It was during this session he had christened her with that horrible pet name of “Peaches.”

“OK Peaches, out you go.” Rick effortlessly pulled her from their large tub and used his
towel-draped hands to rub her skin to a rosy glow.  She yawned and stretched.  He arched one cocky brow at her and smirked as he took pride in the fact he had fucked her into this state of near exhaustion.

She gave him a lazy smile “you look mighty proud of yourself, honey.”

“I’m a man that enjoys manual labor and takes pride in a job well done.” He winked at her as he began rubbing soothing oil into her pink bottom that still had residual tenderness from Friday night’s spanking.

“That feels so good, honey.  I’d love to crawl back in bed and sleep until morning, want to skip dinner and join me?”

“Sorry babe but we promised to meet my parents for dinner today.”

He slipped a piece of chocolate between her lips. “Just a little sugar for energy and you’ll be raring to go.”

“Mm, Godiva, my favorite.”  They weekend had been perfect and put her in a playful mood for a change.  She smiled with a wicked glint in her eyes. “It’s almost better than sex” she teased.

“Little brat, if I had more time I’d teach you that sex with me for damn sure is better than candy.”  He swatted her ass playfully.

“It’s not just candy; it’s Godiva chocolate, Rick.”  The need to explain this fact was proof to her that he was just another clueless male.  That and her eye roll had him frowning and she giggled at his mockingly stern expression. “Besides, I said almost, Sir.”

“Hmm, I guess you did.  Let’s go and get ready for dinner, Peaches.”

“Ugh.  I can’t believe you keep calling me that, it’s a stripper name.”  She sent a perfect imitation of his best Dom frown right back at him as she stood stunningly naked in their bedroom.  He opened his mouth to address her sass but was distracted when she turned and walked away from him.  She hummed a little burlesque vamp as she shook her little butt and strutted across the room.  His eyes zeroed in on the pink glow that adorned her decidedly best feature but his eyes returned to her face when she whispered his name.  As soon as she had his attention she stuck out her butt, gave a teasing little wiggle then kicked back a foot and arched her back into a perfect pin up pose against the door frame.  She giggled at his stunned expression, then blew him a kiss and gave him a saucy wink before disappearing into the walk-in closet.

Yes!  Giving a fist pump he grinned like a fool.  There was the playful, little brat he had been missing of late.  Now if he could just hang onto this elusive side of her, all would be well.  He chuckled in delight as he thought of a great idea for one of the private rooms at The Club; a stage with a stripper pole and his private headliner would be a stunning
redhead named Peaches.   Rigid with desire again, he followed her into the closet.

Needless to say they were late for dinner.  Rick’s parents had flown in from El Paso to celebrate an early Christmas with their only son and his wife before heading to the coast for a holiday week at the beach.  His mother’s arms were loaded with gifts as she greeted them warmly.  Most of them were for her beloved daughter-in-law, and Rick teased for the umpteenth time that she obviously liked his wife better than her own flesh and blood.

They dined on premium Texas steaks and fine wine.  Rick subtly declined the red wine for Regan who was not supposed to mix alcohol with her antidepressants.  Upon seeing their curious glances, he explained discreetly that Regan was taking some medication temporarily that didn’t interact well with alcohol but was nothing to be concerned about.  She felt a twinge of guilt about deceiving him into thinking she was taking her medicine like she should, so she didn’t make a fuss about his bossiness and requested a glass of iced tea instead.  Her in-laws looked on indulgently.  Their son’s attentive care taking of his wife often amused them.

The conversation inevitably turned toward a possible pregnancy.  The older couple eagerly awaited news of their first grandchild.  A flustered Regan deferred to Rick who slipped a supportive arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle hug.  He explained that they would get to baby making eventually, but for now they were enjoying the time they had alone together after so many years of separation while Rick was deployed.  Regan squeezed his thigh under the table in silent thanks for guarding her privacy.  The older couple readily accepted his explanation, his mom urging them not to wait so long that she was too old to babysit then politely changed the subject.

On the ride home, Rick noticed she was unusually quiet.  “Mom and Dad don’t mean any harm, honey.  They are just eager for us to start a family.  Dad will be retiring soon and they’re planning to relocate here in San Antonio so they can spend more time with us and any future grandchildren.”

“I know.  They didn’t bother me.”

Unconvinced, Rick continued, “You have to take care of yourself before we can begin to think about a baby.  I’m disappointed that you had to go back on birth control too, but with those antidepressants we have to be careful. You know that, right?”  His tone was firm and her Dom was clearly present.  Her health would always come first with him.  She saw that as part of the problem.

She looked away, consumed with guilt. “Yes, Sir.  I understand.”

“That’s my beautiful girl.”  His familiar response wrapped around her and soothed her frazzle nerves.  She smiled sadly; she knew that she’d miss that terribly if she left.

Chapter Nine

The following week was Christmas and they spent a quiet Christmas Eve at home with Tony and Megan.  On Christmas Day, Megan’s parents came early and they all went to help Megan with preparations for her first big Christmas dinner.  Regan tried to put on a brave face as the discussion turned to pregnancy again and again.  Everyone was excited for the couple especially Meg’s parents as this would be the first grandchild.  Regan couldn’t begrudge her sister her happiness but the constant chatter about babies was wearing her down.

Regan tried to redirect the conversation and asked about the wedding plans, Megan’s second favorite topic.  While they were cleaning up after dinner, they discussed the wedding date that had to be moved up from a June to February since Megan refused to walk down the aisle looking like a blimp.  The topic had come full circle and back to her pregnancy despite Regan’s best efforts and she finally gave up.

While her sister’s life was turning up sunshine and roses, Regan’s seemed to have turned to shit. Dishes done and the leftovers put away, she took the opportunity to escape and bolted to the bathroom before she lost her composure.  Hopefully, by the time she returned the topic would be different or she swore she would simply defect and join the men watching the football game in a tryptophan laced haze in the den.  Maybe that was the best option anyway.  She had nothing to contribute when it came to the course of her sister’s pregnancy.

A few minutes later her decision made, she bypassed the kitchen and went directly to the den where she was warmly welcomed as she climbed into Rick’s lap.  She snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes.  The deep voices of Rick, Tony and her dad soothed her as they discussed refreshing manly topics like the one sided college game they were watching, how much the BCS sucked and whether the Texans or the Cowboys had a chance to make the Super Bowl this year.  Regan sighed in relief.  Not one word about bloating, swollen ankles or morning sickness was mentioned, thank God.

Rick hugged her close and whispered in her ear, “You OK babe?”  She nodded in response, pressed a kiss against his
beard-roughened jaw and murmured she was simply tired from all the excitement of the holidays.  He accepted that and soon the other women joined them, bringing each man a generous slice of pumpkin pie for dessert.

They celebrated the New Year with a pleasant evening at The Club.  Good friends, good music, good sex.  The only glitch in the evening was when Rick had surprised her with a leash that he attached to her play collar.  He explained he was merely trying to keep her where he put her and avoid any premature exits via cab.  Regan flushed in embarrassment but remained silent as he attached her leash to his belt before joining their friends.  No one spoke a word but she noticed a few raised eyebrows from some of the subs.  The Doms didn’t blink an eye, easily accepting the sight of a leashed submissive as
commonplace in The Club.

After the holidays, they settled into their usual routine, -Regan busy at the bakery, Rick time consumed by the task force.  As the winter doldrums set in Regan found she was spending a lot more time alone.  They spoke daily on the phone or via Skype but it wasn’t the same as being together,
face-to-face and skin-to-skin.  A part of her was relieved that he was out of town when she started to have some serious drug side effects, which triggered a visit to the emergency room.  He would have by her side and she would have had to report the drugs she was taking.

She woke up one night with nausea, vomiting and chest pain and profuse sweating.  Initially, she thought it was a bad case of the stomach flu but the chest pain worsened and really concerned.  Since it was the middle of the night, she didn’t have to worry about her bodyguard, dragging herself into her Escalade she set off alone.  She hadn’t been in the ER for more than thirty minutes before Lil T walked in to check up on her. 

She lay on a stretcher hooked up to monitors, oxygen and IV’s and feeling like crap when he barged right in demanding a status report from the nurses.  When they found out he wasn’t related they had tried to get him leave and wait for her in the waiting room.  He had crossed his arms and refused to budge.  Regan had assured them he was a close friend but they still had security stand by.  T was as bigger than Rick, outweighing by a good twenty pounds.  The two puny unarmed security guards were no match for him and they knew it, so they gave him a wide berth and allowed him to stay at her bedside.

“How did you know I was here?”

“The GPS on your Escalade honey.  Why didn’t you call someone?  Are you nuts, driving yourself to the ER with chest pain? You could have passed out, wrecked and died.  Rick is going to shit when he finds out.”

“So don’t tell him then.”  Regan frowned at him but the nausea hit again and she ended up puking into the little bit of a basin they had given her.  Were they freakin’ kidding?  She wanted a nice big bucket, not a tiny little petri dish.  She knew she was a sight but she didn’t care.  She felt like she was dying.

T of course freaked and started yelling for help, thinking vomiting should take priority over the gunshot wound that had come just come wheeling in.  He really wasn’t helping at all.

Ironically, it was her nurse who bought her some privacy by convincing T that they were going to be doing a thorough exam and she didn’t want to embarrass her friend now did he?  She had promised to retrieve him when they were done and he could stand guard over her again.  He had reluctantly done what the pretty nurse had asked.

“You have no idea how thankful I am for you.  He was making me feel like a bug under a microscope.”

“I know he’s not your boyfriend. You’re married aren’t you?  You’re Megan Sinclair’s sister.”

“Do I know you?”  Regan looked at the nurse trying to place her.  Even in her scrubs and high ponytail, Regan could tell she was tall, curvy and beautiful.  She looked vaguely familiar but Regan was too sick to think straight. 

“I went to school with you and Meg.  I was a few years behind but I knew Megan.  We were cheerleaders together.   I’m Lexie Berry.”

“Yeah, I remember now.  You were the first freshman ever on the varsity squad.  Weren’t you a gymnast too?”

“I was but that’s ancient history.  I’m a nurse practitioner now and I’m here to talk about your lab work and test results.   First, you didn’t have a heart attack. In fact your cardiac work up looks normal.  You are anemic but your white count is normal so I don’t think there’s any infection going on.  I reviewed your meds and these symptoms are mostly due to the Clomiphene you’re taking.   Have they recently increased your dosage?” 

Regan recognized the name of her fertility drug.  Damn, that stuff was more trouble than it was worth.  At the same time, she worried what would happen if she couldn’t take it anymore.

“A few weeks ago, this came on so suddenly are you sure it’s not the flu.  I ache all over and can’t keep anything down just like a stomach bug.” 

“You also have chest pain, sweats and nausea. It all point to your fertility drugs.  How’s your stomach feeling now?  We gave you some Zofran through your IV; it should be helping by now.”

“I feel a little better.  I haven’t yacked in at least ten minutes.  Will I need to stop the medication?” 

“Yes, at least at this dosage.  I recommend getting back to your doctor and letting them decide the next step.  I’d like to keep you for a bit longer and run in some more fluids, you’re a little dehydrated, and then your friend can take you home.  I’ll give you a prescription for the nausea medication until the drug gets out of your system.  I’m also giving you a prescription for iron and recommend that you watch your weight.  You are down to 102 pounds and you really shouldn’t lose anymore.   

“I’ve been dealing with some personal issues and haven’t had much of an appetite lately.  I’ll take the iron and try to start eating better.  My husband fusses at me about that all the time.  Thanks, Lexie.  I’m glad you were here to help with T.  He can be pretty intimidating sometimes. 

“No problem.  Want me to tell him it’s OK to come back in now?”

“Thanks.  I’ll tell Megan I saw you.  She’s getting married next month and expecting a baby in the summer.”

“Wow, that’s great news.  She was always such a sweet girl, a breath of fresh air compared to the other girls on the squad.”  She left and about five minutes later T returned, talking to Rick on his cell, which he passed to her.

She told her worried husband that it was a just a stomach bug and she would be back home soon.  She assured him there was no need to run home, but she was relieved to see him pull into the driveway right behind her and T.  He tucked her back into bed and fussed over her for the next few days until she was eating and drinking to his satisfaction again.

Her little chest pain scare made it necessary for her to schedule another visit to the clinic, which meant getting around her bodyguard.  Her doctors increased her hormone doses again and changed her to a different fertility drug.  Regan was fine with that because the old drug wasn’t working anyway.  But the month passed along with another period announcing the continued failure of her treatments.  She rationalize that it was too early for the higher dosages to have had any effect.  She did a lot of rationalization lately.

When Rick found out about her unsupervised outing, he went ballistic.  He rehashed all the danger involved with his work and that he couldn’t protect her if she didn’t cooperate.  At one point he had caught her in an eye roll and had gone nuclear over her “nonchalant” attitude when it came to safety.  For this misdeed, Rick had given her fifty swats with his evil leather paddle and then put her in the corner with her bright red butt bared and on display.  Even worse, he had done it in the living room so when Dex and Cap had come over for a meeting, she had the added humiliation of witnesses to her punishment.  When they knocked on the door Regan had turned and squealed in alarm.

“Don’t you dare move, naughty girl,”  he had threatened as he let his friends in. “If you so much as move an inch out of that corner, I will repeat what you had earlier, understood?  Maybe you’ll remember this the next time you so much as think about skipping out on your security detail.”

“Yes, Sir.”  She had sniffled and kept her nose firmly in the corner.  At least with her face pressed to the wall she didn’t have to look at the other Masters.  Thank goodness they were experienced Doms and were used to seeing subs being punished.  Megan said she did corner time fairly often so she knew Cap was used to seeing a bright red butt sticking out from a corner.  It didn’t make it any less humiliating though.

The following day, Regan’s punishment continued when she found out that Rick had also taken her car keys.  He told her that the only way to make sure she didn’t lose her tail for the third time was to ground her like a naughty teenager.  A furious Regan had thrown an impressive little tantrum.  This of course earned her another trip over his knee for fifty more.  She found out later that it was very challenging trying to take orders, make schedules and consult with clients from a standing position.

So her bodyguard, most often a new guy named Jack, also became her chauffeur.  He drove her to and from the bakery, escorted her to the mall and even her therapy session with Dr. Windham.  This irritated her because the sessions were supposed to be confidential.  She didn’t want it common knowledge that she was seeing a shrink.  Rick had assured her Jack was discreet and insisted the sessions continue.  But Regan knew they were a huge waste of time because she wasn’t being honest.  To keep the peace, she went to them anyway.  In therapy, she spoke openly about her childhood, family, friends and even her relationship with Rick and their interest in BDSM.  She spoke of most everything except the issues that really mattered.

She spent a lot more time with Megan these days under the watchful eye of their security guard.  They worked on planning and preparing for her rapidly approaching wedding.  Meg had tapped their cousins Moon and Angela as bridesmaids and of course Regan would stand up with Megan as the matron of honor.  She hated the sound of that.  Who came up with that title anyway?  Rick got to be called the best man, the cousins got to be bridesmaids, that didn’t sound too bad, but she was the matron.  It made her sound like a dried up old woman, which, she thought ironically, wasn’t far from the truth.  She even looked it up in the dictionary - a mature, staid and dignified woman.   That ruled her out. 

February arrived and so did the wedding day.  It was a modest affair with less than a hundred guests but it was beautiful and very romantic.  Tony was an old-fashioned guy and since they had said personal vows during their collaring ceremony, they opted for a more traditional service with traditional vows.  Of course that meant that Megan vowed to love, honor and obey.  This last word raised a few eyebrows from the vanilla guests but no one was tactless enough to mention it.  The bride looked radiant in an ivory gown with an empire waist that hid her growing belly perfectly.  The groom and his men; Rick, Dex, Sean, Jonas and Lil T all looked gorgeous and sexy in their formal wear. 

Meg had forgone the clichéd Valentine’s red and opted for a deep burgundy instead.  Regan and the other bridesmaids were stunning in their short lace dresses.  The back of Regan’s dress featured a drape of material that fell to the small of her back.  It was held together by three strands of pearls that gleamed against her smooth, bare skin.  Rick joked that his date for the evening being the sexiest matron he’d ever seen.

The reception that followed was held at the Plaza
Club, which featured a twenty-first floor view of downtown San Antonio’s evening skyline.  The event was elegant with delicious food, the finest champagne, and exceptional entertainment provided by Elena and her band.  And there was dancing.  Regan loved to dance and Rick had been more than willing to accommodate her.  He gathered her close for all the slow songs enjoying the press of her body against his, his hand on her naked back, a long fingers teasing the strands of pearls as they swayed to the music together.  They both got misty eyed when Elena sang Faith Hill’s “Breathe” which had been the first dance at their wedding.  Regan melted into him just like the song said as he sang the lyrics along with Elena, his deep baritone voice softly washing over her as they danced.  It had been a very romantic celebration and the party lasted long after Tony and Megan headed off for a honeymoon week in Hawaii.