You Said Forever (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  You Said Forever

  Club Decadence, Book 2

  By

  Maddie Taylor

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  You Said Forever

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  Table of Contents:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  The engine of the Venom 1000 Twin Turbo growled as it made its way through the streets of San Antonio. I love this car, Regan thought as she snuggled deep into the passenger’s seat. Just the sight of the sexy silver convertible made her tingle inside. Riding in it made her panties wet. Looking over at the powerfully built man behind the wheel, she remembered all the times he made her come while spread wide over the sleek hood. She was ready for him to do it again.

  Her mouth watered as she looked at his profile. Her body temperature rose, and a flush washed over her skin as she breathed in his masculine scent - the faint smells of cigar smoke, leather and sex were a surprisingly erotic combination. Regan’s eyes roamed his handsome face. His thick, wavy brown hair curled against his collar, the rich dark color and smooth texture tempted her and she itched to run her fingers through the soft waves. His green eyes were fixed on the road. Along with his full, sensual lips, he had a strong jaw that right now was covered with a bristly five o’clock shadow. Lord, Rick Spencer was gorgeous, and all hers.

  Regan wiggled on the seat as she felt the heat and wetness of her arousal build between her thighs. Her movements inflamed her tender derriere and reminded her of the sound paddling he had given her earlier that evening. She had been bitchy tonight, and that was something her very dominant husband had a low tolerance for. Her pissy mood all evening had pushed his buttons, an extremely stupid thing for any submissive to do to her Dom unless she was asking for his attention. But she’d had a truly crappy day.

  For Regan, a spanking had an oddly calming effect on her that often lingered for days, plus she loved the aftercare. She often antagonized him to get the spanking she knew she needed. As a college educated woman, this seemed counterintuitive. Why not just ask for a spanking or go straight to the aftercare? She had tried to research the psychology behind her need for discipline but had never come up with a convincing theory. She’d had a happy childhood with loving parents, no abuse, neglect or even any drama. When she’d asked her experienced Dom about it, he’d said, “Everybody’s wired differently, no need to wonder why. Just buckle up and enjoy the ride.”

  The Venom took a sharp curve and Regan yelped as her shifting weight caused her to wiggle and squirm as she searched for a more accommodating position for her blistered ass. This caught Rick’s attention and his handsome face turned toward her briefly, assessing her fidgeting in the dark interior. A single dark brow arched in question before he returned his attention to the road in front of them.

  “Feeling a little tender, sweetness?”

  “Yes Sir, but tender is putting it mildly. I’m truly sorry for being such a brat tonight, Rick.”

  “All is forgiven, Regan. You took your punishment well and we’ve put your bratty behavior behind us, yeah?” He shifted into high gear as they hit a long stretch of road. His big hand wrapped around her thigh in a warning squeeze. “That doesn’t mean we’re through discussing the underlying problem causing this unusually bad behavior. We’ll continue that when we get home.”

  She shifted again in her seat but obediently replied, “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl.” He patted her thigh before releasing her to down shift as they turned off the main road into their subdivision.


  They had just left the annual Halloween masquerade at Club Decadence. Usually a theme party at the private BDSM club was lots of fun and filled with sensual play for the two of them. But tonight, she had ruined an otherwise pleasant evening by being stubborn, sassy, and downright bitchy. And she couldn’t have picked a worse night to act out; her sister Megan had gotten engaged and collared and she’d almost missed out on the celebration.

  Her behavior had irritated Rick so much that he had put her in one of the naughty sub cages while he attended an owners meeting. That had been a real shocker. He’d never done that before, but he’d been so frustrated with his brat that he’d yanked up her skirt then paddled her soundly over one of the spanking benches before gagging her and locking her up. The flimsy gilded cage was more symbolic than functional, but the staff monitored subs punished this way and none ever attempted to escape. Rick was in charge and she would stay where he put her. Her ears still rang from the scolding he had given her before popping in the red rubber ball gag.

  “If I could trust you to have a civil mouth tonight,” he’d said, “then this wouldn’t be necessary.”

  Usually a public display was one of Regan’s kinks but on this night it had been anything but fun. When Rick had released her after only about thirty minutes, he had told her all was forgiven, but she didn’t forgive herself. Filled with regret and shame, she turned her head and stared blankly out the window as they drove through their little community.

  They lived in an exclusive subdivision on the outskirts of San Antonio. The large wooded lots provided plenty of privacy, which they loved. Rick slowed the Venom and pulled into their long tree-lined drive, pausing to enter the code on the security gates before proceeding up the drive toward their sprawling hillside home. Because his work often required that he travel for days at a time, he made sure they were protected by a state of the art security system.

  Reagan relaxed as he came around to help her out of the low-slung vehicle. As he did, Reagan gave her husband a hug, relishing the added security his size represented. At 6’4” he towered over her, even when she was wearing heels.

  It was good to be home. Being a military brat, her family had moved from place to place, living in temporary housing and never having a place to call her own. The security that her new home provided made her feel safe and protected, just like her husband always did.

  Although no longer in the service, he still trained daily as the demands of his post-military security career required that he keep in top physical condition. In addition to owning The Club, he and several of his former teammates had opened a hugely successful security firm together. They had recently scaled back on their government contracts which were usually foreign assignments and were now focusing on mostly domestic cases which kept Rick closer to home. Running security for celebrities and politicians was a lot safer than mixing it up with the Taliban or other radical extremists overseas. Regan shivered as she thought of all the dangerous missions he had been involved in over the seventeen long years he had been in the Army Special Forces.

  She squeezed him tightly, relieved that he was out of the service and the extremely dangerous work was behind him. The Army had given him the training to be successful in the private sector now. Plus, his years of saving, savvy investments and the success of their new businesses left Rick in exceptional financial shape. Good thing because this was a man who liked his toys. The six-figure price tag of the limited edition streetcar behind them was proof of that. With his income and wise investments, Regan had the luxury of choosing whether to work or not.

  “Honey, you’re shivering. Let’s get you inside. It’s too chilly for you out here.”

  “I love you so much, Rick.” She ignored his subtle command and squeezed him tighter, rubbed her cheek against his rock hard chest and pressed her hips against him. “I want you to take me here, right now, on the hood of your car.”

  “I know you do, honey. But that’s not your call.” Stroking her auburn hair away from her face he tipped her head back so he could see her. Rick frowned down at her. This loving, cuddly kitten was a far cry from the sassy, moody woman he had to punish earlier that night. “Something’s going on in that brain of yours and I mean to find out what it is.” He turned and guided her inside with a strong hand against her lower back.

  “Go on upstairs and change,” he ordered in a dominant tone that was deeper than normal, huskier and very sexy. “I want you ready for bed by the time I get up there. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

  Despite her apprehension, his tone had her quivering with delight. Regan felt the familiar wetness gathering between her thighs. After seven years in a D/s relationship, his tone meant he had switched on his strict Dom mode and he meant business. As Rick consulted his watch she was motivated to move faster. He was a stickler about time and Regan recalled the many spankings doled out over the years when she’d made them late to one event or another. She didn’t need another one tonight not on an already tender behind.

  Regan was waiting anxiously in their room when he arrived fifteen minutes later, but not exactly as ordered. She was standing by the bed in her short, pink satin robe.

  “I said ready for bed, Regan. Lose the robe.”

  “I was cold, sir.”

  He turned on the remote controlled gas logs in the sitting area as he watched Regan shrug the satin robe from her shoulders and land to pool around her feet. She stood naked in the soft light of the room, but he frowned when he saw goose bumps rise across her skin and her nipples peek from the cold.

  “Kneel on the rug by the fire and get warm. I’ll be out in a minute then we’ll talk.”

  He didn’t wait to see if she complied; her obedience was expected in the bedroom without question. He came out of the bathroom minutes later, bare-chested and still in his club leathers now open at the waist. He looked approvingly at the beautiful submissive kneeling on the plush rug by the fire.

  Her kneeling position was perfect - head up, eyes lowered, knees spread shoulder width apart, with her luscious bare ass resting on her feet. Her hands were resting on her thighs, palms up and open in supplication as he’d trained her. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes and smiled when she saw his open fly was barely able to contain his impressive length. After all these years, she knew he wanted her just as much as the first time.

  He sat in a wing-backed chair by the fire and ordered, “Come here.” He patted his thighs, indicating he wanted her on his lap. Regan gracefully dropped to all fours and crawled across the floor, stopping at his feet. She knew how to fuel the Dom inside him. When she moved between his legs, she rubbed against him as she rose and climbed onto his lap. Head bowed dutifully, she cuddled up to him, brushing her naked breasts against his muscular chest as she leaned into him. Her lips twitched in a hint of a smile as her thigh brushed against his hard cock.

  “Naughty girl,’ he chastised her gently. “Teasing your husband when he’s planning a serious discussion will get your ass spanked for sure.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” He groaned as her small hands rose to rest against his chest, her thumbs grazing his nipples.

  “Liar.” He chuckled and adjusted her position on his lap away from his throbbing erection. “Now, I want you to talk to me, honey. What’s up with you lately?”

  Her mouth opened to deny his accusation, but he interrupted her before she made a sound, accurately predicting her intention to put him off.

  “Do not play games with me, Regan.” There was a hint of anger and a whole lot of frustration in his voice. “Nothings, eye rolls and shrugs are unacceptable answers as always and will get you a repeat of what I gave you earlier this evening, this time with something worse than a paddle. I want to know why you have been acting so sad and out of sorts lately.” He captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and made her look at him urging, “Let me help you.”

  Regan could see the concern in his beautiful green eyes and tears gathered. She loved him so much and was convinced he deserved bett
er. Her eyes searched his, she just couldn’t tell him. Even though he knew he’d stand by her because that was the kind of man he was.

  “Regan, what is it? I can tell something is bothering you.” She’d never be a poker player that’s for sure. All her emotions were written clearly across her face. Rick released her chin and slid his hand into the hair at her nape, anchoring her head in place as she tried to turn into him, hiding her tears. “Talk to me.”

  She didn’t know what to do. Her suspicions had just been confirmed that afternoon. She needed more time to think, so she did what she felt was necessary. She lied.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She rushed to reassure him when he produced a low growl. “Please, Rick. Really, I think I’m depressed.” Well, that last part wasn’t actually a lie. She’d known something was wrong for a while now and had begun to feel sad and hopeless, even before she found out for sure. She brushed the tears away with her fingers as she fabricated what she hoped would be a plausible excuse. “My mom was the same way at my age. She suffered from depression when Meg and I were in middle school. I think maybe I need to call her.”

  Rick frowned, his eyes burning into hers, searching for the truth. “Are you sure there isn’t something else going on? Something I have or haven’t done, honey? You can tell me, Regan, no matter what it is we’ll fix it.”

  She cupped his unshaven cheek with her small, cool hand. He couldn’t fix this. “No, Bear. You are perfect. I swear you are the best husband a girl could ever ask for. I think it’s just me.” She watched a tender smile quirk his beautiful lips in response to the familiar nickname. When they were younger he tended to growl when upset Regan had told him he sounded like an angry bear, and the name had stuck. In the Army, that growl became more pronounced in combat situations and had earned him the handle “Beast” from his teammates.