You Said Forever (Club Decadence) (5 page)

Chapter Five

The following week Regan found herself staring at another negative pregnancy test.  She was a few days late for her period and had rushed to the pharmacy to get a test.  Again, she was disappointed and in defeat slid to the cold tile floor and curled into a ball of misery.  She was going to have to go back to the fertility clinic.  Damn, how was she going to do that?  Rick had beefed up their security at home and at the bakery.  He hadn’t told her why except to say that it was precautionary due to some threats they had received at work.  On top of that he had assigned her a bodyguard.  Now she had someone from Rossi Security shadowing her 24/7 when he wasn’t with her.  Crap.  She sat there brooding until she heard the garage door go up announcing Rick’s arrival.

Hurriedly, she splashed cold water on her face then used some Visine in her red, swollen eyes to remove any evidence of tears.  Rick entered the bedroom as she was sweeping the evidence of the pregnancy test into the trash.  His keys jangled and she knew he was emptying his pockets on their dresser.  At the last second she saw the test strip still lying on the counter and quickly shoved it her jeans pocket just as he came to a stop in the bathroom doorway.  Smiling, he swept her up into his arms and planted a scorching kiss on her parted lips.

“Mm, minty.  You always taste so good.”  He was surprised to see her still dressed in her jeans and T-shirt.  “I figured you’d be getting ready for the party by now, honey.  We have to leave in about an hour so I’m going to go ahead and jump in the shower.”  He pressed a kiss to the top of her head then turned, stripping as he moved toward the huge custom made shower.  It had eight showerheads including two on the ceiling.  Regan loved it.  They often made love in the shower until the hot water ran out.  Rick had been threatening to get a bigger water heater ever since they had the new model installed.

“Want to join me?”

“I already showered, Bear.  I don’t want to get my hair wet or I’ll be all frizzy for the party.  Do you mind?”

“No problem, honey.  There’ll be plenty of opportunity for me to get my hands on that hot little body later this evening.”  He wiggled his eyebrows at her in a lecherous manner that made her smile.  “Tonight’s
going to be fun.”

Regan left the bathroom and gathered her clothes and accessories for the evening.  Hoping to cheer herself up a bit, she bought an emerald green dress for the annual Decadence Christmas party.  It had a
halter-top and she bought matching green lingerie including a convertible bra so her straps wouldn’t show.  Ordinarily she would go without, but hers breasts jiggled just a little too much lately to go braless.  She had been pleasantly surprised to move up to a C cup for the first time ever.  At least those hormones are good for something.

Rick hadn’t said anything but he seemed fascinated with her bigger boobs.  Always claiming to be an ass man, he never complained about her B cups.  Now he seemed to be stroking and playing with them constantly.  Where he used to grab her butt when he hugged her, now his hands would find her breasts.  He had really gotten into some serious nipple play lately, too.  Her sensitive nipples had seen more clamps and jewelry in the past few weeks than in all the years of their marriage combined.

She slipped into her new lingerie.  The shelf bra lifted and supported her new and improved breasts.  The quarter cups exposed her nipples, which became taut and aching as she adjusted herself in the risqué bra.  She knew the tight peaks would be visible through her dress.  The miniscule lace thong was the same emerald green color and left her rounded butt bare and open for Rick’s big hands.

Rick came out of the bathroom then, a towel wrapped around his lean hips. His bare chest glistened with beads of water that had been missed by his towel.  He was looking at whatever he held in his hands, but when he looked up he stopped and whistled his appreciation at the sight of her in the sexy lingerie.

“Babe, those are some of the hottest undies I’ve ever seen.”  Grinning, he lifted his hands to touch her then remembered what he held in his hands.  He nodded at the empty pregnancy test box he held and raised an eyebrow rose in question.  “You got something to tell me, honey?”

Megan bowed her head and tried to control her tears of frustration. “Sorry, Bear, but it was negative.  I didn’t want to get your hopes up so I didn’t tell you I took one.  I’m only a few days late so no big deal.”

“Maybe it’s too soon for the test to read accurately.”

“That one is supposed to be accurate even before a missed period.  I’m three days late so I don’t think I’m pregnant.”

He stroked his hands up and down her bare arms, soothing and comforting her.  “It’s OK, babe, we’ve got plenty of time for babies.  Besides, I thought you were back on the pill since you started those antidepressants.”

Oops, she’d almost messed up. These lies were getting too much to keep up with. “Yeah, well I may have missed a couple of doses.  So when I was late, I hoped that maybe…” Her voice trailed off, she was finding it hard to keep up the deception.

“I’ll try to remind you from now on.  I don’t want you getting pregnant on those antidepressants, I read about the side effects in the first trimester and they’re pretty scary.  We want to have a healthy baby when it’s time.  We’ll just keep practicing until we can start trying again, yeah?”

She smiled faintly up at him, relieved he was letting it go with just a small lecture. “Yes, Bear.  I love all the practice.”

As he kissed her thoroughly his hands began to wander over her curves.  He cupped a breast in his palm and rubbed the bare nipple.  When it tightened beneath his thumb he lifted his head and grinned.  “Dayum sweetness, you’re smoking hot, and these...” he stroked both swollen breasts gently, “...they’re bigger I think.  Whatever the cause, I’m not one to let a good thing go to waste.”  Rick lifted her until her breasts were level with his mouth.  As his arms wrapped around her to keep her in place, he captured one hard nipple with his warm lips and wet tongue then suckled, licked and nibbled on her hard peak.

Regan’s hands slid into his thick hair and she pulled him closer, arching her back and offering him more.  “Oh Bear, your mouth feels so good on me.”

He fed hungrily on her, “I want you to get more of these bras, baby.  They’re awesome.  They display these beauties to perfection.”  He lifted his head a fraction and admired the glistening peak for a moment before moving to the other nipple.

“You like them a lot, huh?  I thought you were an ass man. “

“Tits or ass - it doesn’t matter.  You have always been my thing.  Now that you have more for me to love, I’m not complaining though.  Whatever you have done to these babies, keep it up.  I abso-fucking-lutely love them.”  He punctuated each syllable with a suck, lick or bite.

Regan smiled but inside felt her self-esteem drop another notch, yet another area where she was deficient.  She’d never be considered well endowed.  He evidently liked big
breasts, which made her wonder what had attracted him in the first place.  Other men would have encouraged a boob job or a padded bra or something.  Not her man.

Rick reluctantly lifted his head and let her slide to the floor.  Her hard wet nipples dragging against his still damp skin made him groan loudly.  The mantel clock chiming eight o’clock had him cursing under his breath.  “As much as I’d like to continue this, babe, if we don’t get a move on we’ll be late.”

Kissing her tenderly he looked down into her beautiful face. “You OK, Regan?  You still seem kind of down.  Have you been taking your meds?”

The question rubbed her the wrong way and she got snippy.  “You sound just like Tony and Megan.  Everyone is constantly asking me about my meds, like I’m some damned nutcase or something.  I’m fine and I wish people would quit asking.”

Gazing into her angry eyes he frowned.  This was not a good way to start to a club night. “You are definitely not fine, Regan.  Otherwise that kind of bitchiness wouldn’t pass those beautiful lips.  You are either tired or something is bothering you.  So, which is it?”

The firmness in his voice had Regan regretting her outburst and she went into damage control mode. “I’m sorry.  I think I’m just hormonal.  I’ve been getting this way lately before my period.  Maybe it’s the new medicine.  I never used to be this way and I’m really sorry.”  Well, that wasn’t all a lie.  She did think it was the new medicine, she just didn’t mention which one.  Rick would say it was evasive or misleading and punish her for a lie of omission.

He considered her theory and seemed to accept it.  She had always been a sweet, good-natured woman - lively, energetic and outgoing.  But in the past few weeks if not months she had gotten moody and short tempered. “I think you may be right, babe.  When is your next appointment with Doc Windham?  I’d like to go with you next time and talk about your medications and the side effects you’re having.”

“But Rick, the sessions are supposed to be private.”

“I won’t intrude on your privacy, Regan.  I just want to be kept informed.  That’s OK isn’t it?”  He posed it like a question but Regan knew it wasn’t open for discussion.  Plus, Dr. Windham was BDSM friendly and Regan suspected she was a closet Domme.  Although her expertise was with past trauma and PTSD, she was well equipped to deal with Megan’s depression.  She said she was used to Doms butting in and asking questions.

“Remember that I love you babe and only want what’s best for you.”

“I know Bear, and I’m sorry.” She held him tightly. “I’m such a loser I don’t know how you stand me sometimes.”

Finding herself suddenly upended over a nearby wing chair and receiving several sharp, stinging slaps across her ass made her squeal in surprise.  “There’ll be no negative talk like that, Regan.  I won’t have you demeaning yourself.  We’ll get through this rough patch and come out the better for it.”  He stated this plainly as he delivered at least a dozen swats to her behind.  When done he paused and looked at her pink cheeks.  “Stand up, Regan and present.”  She assumed the position, hands linked behind her neck, head up, eyes down, back straight which thrust her breasts forward enticingly, and feet shoulder width apart. “I think I’ll give you a little something to remind you to behave tonight, naughty girl.”

Rick went to the armoire where their toys and implements were stored and returned holding a set of green jeweled nipple clamps connected by a light weight green beaded chain. “This bra sure makes clamping your pretty nipples much easier.  You’ll wear these until I remove them later, sub.”  He pinched and rolled one nipple, then the other making them stand out in hard, aching peaks.  He applied a clamp to each nipple tightening them until they were just short of pain.  He bent and kissed each peak in turn. “You’ll be wearing these a while so use your safeword yellow if they start getting too tight.”

“Yes Sir,” Regan replied between the deep breaths she was taking to steady herself and submit to the tight clamps.  How he knew to stop at just the right point was beyond her.  The clamps were tight and very stimulating but she knew the sensation would increase throughout the evening.  They both loved nipple play.

“Gorgeous babe and a perfect match with your outfit, too.  Now, we have twenty minutes before we have to leave so get a move on.”  He landed another swat on each check then turned her toward the bathroom giving her a gentle nudge with his big hand on her naughty red bottom.

Remembering her manners, Regan breathed an unsteady, “Thank you, Sir,” and quietly went to get dressed.  But she wasn’t up for an evening out. Her heart simply wasn’t in it.  The lies were piling up and so was the guilt.  She felt uncomfortable about withholding information from Rick but couldn’t seem to get up the nerve to do something it.  She knew she couldn’t drag this out forever and must either tell him that a family was not in their future or gives him the opportunity to move on with someone who could.  

She blinked to keep tears from staining her cheeks and making it necessary to repair her makeup once again.  She wasn’t in the mood for a party, nor was she feeling especially merry.  Christmas this year was more of a pain in the ass than anything else.  She could relate with old Ebenezer about now, Christmas was indeed a humbug. 

Chapter Six

Club Decadence was all lit up and decorated for the season.  The crowd was large for the annual D/s Christmas celebration.  Rick and Regan always considered The Club a special place where they could explore their kink in a safe, private setting with other like-minded people.  The owners saw to this by maintaining an exclusive membership.  To be considered, an applicant had to be referred by another member.  Once fully vetted by Rossi Security, the candidate was then required to pass a physical exam including a drug test and STD screening.  Only those truly invested in the lifestyle were willing to undergo the stringent personal and financial scrutiny required to join The Club.  This kept out all the gawkers, perverts, and posers.  

Each new member had to attend training classes where club protocols and safety measures were covered in detail.  Once trained, each signed a contract for consensual
play, which protected The Club from litigation as well as protecting the other players.  The owners; Dex, Sean, Tony, Lil T, Jonas, Rick and Master Peter were all experienced dominants and most had been trained by either Dex or Tony, who had been in the lifestyle for the longest. 

The owners were respected Doms and often participated in training classes or put on demonstrations of special equipment or BDSM techniques for the members.  They also took turns as dungeon monitors, or DM’s, and looked out for the safety of the members and enforced the rules of The Club.  The clubs managing owners were Dex and Sean who had oversight of all club operations.  Similar to a board of directors, the owners convened monthly to review potential applicants, disciplinary actions for probation or rule violations, and made major decisions related to expansion, new equipment and planned special events.

Most nights were for the BDSM membership but Dex and Sean had also branched out recently and started a weekly LGBT night, a monthly swingers night, and a D/s munch to attract new members.  They also had an open sub night monthly where new and experienced submissives were invited to participate in a meet and greet with the membership.  This provided unattached members an opportunity to meet new subs and also helped grow the membership.

The new activities had been so successful that they were rapidly approaching their target capacity of a hundred members and would soon have a waiting list.  It also meant that The Club was packed most nights.  They were currently looking into expansion.  Members came from across the country to experience the safe, sane and consensual type of play practiced at Club Decadence.  Unlike public clubs, they offered the higher levels of security that their exclusive membership demanded.  This was of greatest importance to the celebrities and politicians whose privacy concerns were a crucial matter.

By the time Rick and Regan, arrived the Christmas celebration was in full swing.  Each sub was provided with an elf hat in keeping with the spirit of the season.  The Doms had decided that instead of clichéd mistletoe, the rule for the evening was that any sub caught without their requisite elf hat would have to submit to either a kiss or a spanking from their Dom or the one who discovered the violation.  Ten swats on the bare was the order of the day.  There were no restrictions placed on the kissing other than it had to be on the mouth.  This G-rated rule disappointed many of the members.

The evening began in the lounge where they joined friends at a table near the stage.  The group included Tony and Megan, Master Peter and his wife Joanna, and Dex with his new sub Shelby.  The subs looked especially cute in their red and green elf hats.  The featured entertainment in the lounge was a local band featuring Elena Lopez, an old high school friend of Regan and Megan’s.  The Club was fortunate to have her considering she was extremely talented and had even performed professionally in the past. She was also Master Dex’s ex-fiancée. 

Dex and Elena’s story was heartbreaking, and it was obvious that the wounds were still open and very raw.  Each had suffered greatly from their break up three years prior.  Neither looked as though they had moved on and it led to some awkward moments since she technically worked for him now.  Of course, that wasn’t Dex’s decision.  She had been brought in under contract by Master Sean while Dex was on a mission.  It had been an unpleasant scene when Dex returned from a mission a few months earlier to find his ex-fiancé working at The Club.  Somehow, Master Sean had persuaded Dex to let her continue mainly because of her popularity.  She packed in a crowd when she performed and had a local following which helped increase attendance on open sub nights or during special events. 

All of their friends were rooting for the couple to reconcile but that didn’t seem to be in the cards.  Dex was topping someone the polar opposite of Elena who was unattached and seemingly content to focus on her career.  Dex’s new sub was a tall blonde, quiet and reserved.  She paled in comparison to the exotic Elena and lacked her special spark.  Her submissive behavior was above reproach, her positions perfect and she responded to Dex’s orders without hesitation.   But Dex wasn’t fully attentive to his sub and neither really looked engaged with each other.  In fact,  Dex couldn’t keep his eyes off the stage.  Something definitely wasn’t right about this pair.

Regan was dying to get some private time with Elena and get more details about her and Dex, but she hadn’t been able to work it out lately.  She decided to stir the pot a little and leaned closer to Dex, speaking loudly to be heard over the music. “Elena sure looks and sounds amazing tonight don’t you think Master Dex?”

Dex frowned at her and looked around for Rick.  He might need his help to control his sassy little sub. “Don’t start, Regan.”  He spoke to her in his strictest Dom voice, warning her that this was not a subject he was discussing.

Regan shrugged and looked to Megan or Joanna, for support but both were busily occupied with their Doms.  With no one else to talk to and not feeling like screaming over the music anyway she leaned back to enjoy the show but her mind started to wander again.  She turned her attention to Tony and Meg.

They were a sharp contrast to the coolness of Dex and Shelby.  Tony and Megan were the very image of happiness, love and true contentment and simply couldn’t keep their hands off each other.  In fact, Megan was curled up in her big Dom’s lap and they were kissing.  Tony had his hand up her short skirt and was cupping a rounded cheek right in front of everyone at the table.  Megan didn’t seem to mind, though.  It was as if no one else existed but the two of them.

The group was rounded out by Master Peter and Joanne, his wife and submissive of thirty years. They were a fun-loving couple that lived the lifestyle both in and out of The Club.  As a general’s wife, Joanna had a behind the scenes role.  She was very active in supporting her husband’s career but also involved in the community with events that supported military families.  Regan had done volunteer work with her and they had become close during the years Rick had been deployed.  The love the couple had for each other was obvious, and other couples envied their relationship, which had withstood long periods of separation during wartime, the stress of raising a large family, which now included grandchildren, and now retirement and relocation.

Although she didn’t begrudge any of the other couples their happiness, it really made things hard on Regan - especially Tony and Megan, whose lovey-dovey behavior made Regan long for the old days, before pregnancy tests and hormones, before secrets and lies.   Her relationship with Rick had always been based on trust and honesty but she had changed that.  She didn’t like the woman she was becoming, a lying, scheming, deceitful bitch.  He really deserved much better.

Elena finished her last set of the evening and many of the couples began to retreat to the private rooms and member’s only playroom.  Regan stood on the rungs of her bar stool to see over the crowd, searching for Rick.  Just then the crowd parted enough for her to see him chatting with blonde FBI agent by the bar.  Plopping back down in her seat she muttered under her breath.   Fuckin’ A.  This was really starting to get ridiculous.  Every time they came to The Club lately he spent more time with Agent Big Boobs than he did with his own sub. 

Taking a breather from his make out session with her sister, Tony picked up on Regan’s bad attitude and followed her heated glare to where his buddy stood across the room.  “You’re way off base on that one, little sister.  Rick’s interest in her is purely professional,” Tony warned her in a definitive Dom tone. 

This caught Megan’s attention and she turned to see what they were talking about.  Following Regan’s example, she also stood on the rungs of her tall bar stool trying to see what her brother-in-law was up to.  She lost her balance and grabbed Tony’s broad shoulder to keep from falling.  His big hand wrapped around her and once balanced he slid his hand under her short skirt again and palmed a rounded cheek.

“Rubbernecking in shoes like that will get you a trip to the emergency room, Megan.”  Tony warned as he eyed her
five-inch stilettos.  “I don’t know how you women walk-in those things, but I’m sure glad you do.”

“Shorties like me and Reg need to use every advantage we can get with you big Doms.”  She sat down with a huff and smoothed her short skirt down in the back as Tony’s hand slipped around to cup a curvy thigh instead.  “I’ve noticed on several occasions that your very professional Madame Tatas over there seems to be constantly shoving her double D’s in Rick’s face.  Maybe she’s demonstrating some new FBI interrogation technique using her ginormous tits and Rick’s her eager trainee?”

Megan suddenly gave a sharp yelp as her Dom pinched the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh in warning. “I think you need to curb that tongue before it gets you in trouble again, Angel.  She is undercover and as an unattached sub she has to make it look realistic.”

“Realistic my ass, I can tell those are fakes from way over here.  I swear you men think only with your pricks.  Stick a pair of silicon filled double D’s in your face and your fucking IQ drops a cup size.”

Regan couldn’t help laughing at her sister’s outrageous comments but stopped abruptly as she saw Tony, The General and Dex all turn to look at Megan.  The Doms frowned at the foul-mouthed little sub.  Regan shook her head and murmured to her sister, “Hell Meg, you’ve done it again.  I don’t think you’ll ever learn.”

Megan heard her sister’s warning but failed to take heed.  “If she were sticking those fake hooters into my man’s face, I’d bitch slap the hussy.”

Tony scooted his chair back and grabbed Megan around the waist.  “Dammit, Megan.  You cuss like a sailor.  Regan is right, I don’t think you’ll ever learn.  But, I’m not a man that gives up easily.”  He then proceeded to upend her over his lap and started whacking away on her naked behind.  She was quite a sight with her beautiful evergreen dress bunched high above her waist exposing her pale, nicely rounded ass cheeks for all to see.  Her long blonde hair all but muffled her protests.

“Captain, not here.  Please, not so hard...” she begged, her legs flailing in protest.

“Stay still.  After all that sass you’re now going to try to tell me how to punish your naughty behind?”

“Oh my.” A new amused voice was heard at the table as Lil T who was on DM duty in the lounge and bar area came up and stood alongside Dex.  He bent and picked up Megan’s elf hat from the floor. “Looks like someone is being naughty, that seems to be running rampant tonight.  She owes me ten if you’d be so kind, Cap.”

Meg heard Lil T and the additional swats coming her way made her panic.  Megan suddenly shrieked loudly, “Yellow, yellow, yellow!”

Heads turned from all directions.  Yellow was the club safeword for “slow down, I need a break” and was used to let the Dom know something was going on with his sub.  Yellow if not taken seriously was often followed by red, the safeword that meant stop immediately and brought round the DM’s on the run.

The table exploded into action with several voices overlapping in urgency.

“Tony, Stop!” Regan squealed.

“Stop Cap!” Dex added his voice to the group calling for Cap to stop. “Did you hear her?”

And Lil T came rushing over around the table, his bright DM badge emblazoned on his black leather vest. “What the hell, Cap?”

Tony stopped immediately and before the words had even left their mouths flipped Megan upright, the worry on his face clear as he searched her for signs of injury. His face was etched with concern.  She had never uttered a safeword before.  Ever.

“Megan? What’s wrong?”

Megan caught her breath, feeling slightly dizzy and a little nauseous from the sudden position change.  She grabbed her head and breathed deeply before she looked at Tony’s worried face.  “Please Captain, I’m all right but don’t be too harsh with me.  I haven’t seen the doctor yet.”

Beside himself with concern, the usually unflappable Cap paled at her words. “Why the hell do you need a doctor?”

“Oh Captain,” she beamed up at him in excitement. “I think I may be pregnant.”  Her words sounded clearly and were loud enough for those in their party and several of the surrounding tables to hear.

Stunned, it took a moment for her words to sink in. “A baby? You mean it?” Tony’s big hand covered her gently rounded stomach and he looked with love into the eyes of his fiancée.

She nodded in response, smiling radiantly. “I took two home tests and they were both positive.  I was going to surprise you later tonight.”  Her hand covered his.  She felt certain that under their joined hands rested their unborn child, safe and secure.  As she threw her arms around his neck, she burst into happy tears