You Said Forever (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  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 Ric
k 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

  “Holy Shit,” he stated amazed as the news sunk in. The entire table laughed at his response. Suddenly, he grinned from ear to ear then stood with his sub cradled carefully in his arms.

  “Excuse us, please.”

  He carried her out of the lounge toward the private member’s areas oblivious to the applause and congratulations shouted at them by the other members. Word had spread quickly and everyone was nodding and smiling after the happy couple.

  “Wow, what an exciting evening” Joanna leaned against her husband and he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her soundly. “I just love happy endings, don’t you General?”

  They smiled wistfully at each other, it was obvious their own pleasant memories were replaying in their minds. The older couple then initiated their own cuddle session, which quickly turned into a full-blown make out scene right there at the table. Lil T excused himself and went back to his DM duties.

  Regan excused herself as well. Stunned by the news, she wandered towards the front. The walls were closing in on her and the air was stifling. She had to get out of there. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rick still standing by the other submissive unaware of the festering wound that had just been ripped open by her unsuspecting twin. He was oblivious to his wife’s agony as he laughed and chatted it up with the other woman and some other club members.

  Once she made it to the front entrance, she asked the sub attending the door to call her a cab. Regan paced impatiently, she couldn’t stand to stay here another minute around all these happy couples. The sub in reception noticed her agitation. She was new but was experienced enough to question a collared sub leaving unattended. Instead of calling a cab she promptly sent a text to Master Rick. Regan knew the instant he walked in the room as a familiar tingling sensation coursed through her veins. Damn, she knew she was screwed as he leveled an annoyed look at her from the doorway.

  “Jus
t where do you think you’re going, Regan?” His tone was cool as he addressed her in front of the other sub but the muscle twitching in his clenched jaw betrayed his anger. “Thanks for letting me know, Jenny.”

  He took Regan’s hand and led her back inside. His long strides took them quickly through the bar area to the set of double doors that separated the vanilla public areas from the restricted member’s only club space and the private play areas beyond. The attendant recognized him instantly and opened the door for the visibly angry man and his trailing sub. Rick didn’t slow down as he crossed the crowded play area to the stairs leading up to the private rooms. Regan in her sky-high heels ran unsteadily on her toes in order to keep up. Master Jonas was monitoring the private rooms tonight. Rick nodded to him as they approached. “Is five open, Tech?”

  “You got a naughty one tonight, my man?” He questioned and his gaze swept curiously over Regan as he passed Rick the key.

  “Tonight and every night lately it seems. Let’s go, Regan.”

  “But Rick, I don’t want to play.”

  “Who said anything about playing?” She was dragging her feet so he stopped and glared at her. “Either do as your told little girl or I’ll hear you safeword now.”

  Regan stared at him horrified. She had never offered her safeword as a way to avoid punishment. In fact she never used “red” in the entire time they had been together. She knew it would be a major breach in trust and violation of their DD agreement. She shook her head no.

  “I’ll expect obedience then, naughty girl.” Bending he wrapped a long arm around her thighs then tipped her over a strong shoulder and easily he carried up the stairs.

  Chapter Seven

  As the door closed firmly behind them, it dawned on Regan that room five was the punishment room. Rick flipped a few switches and illuminated the spanking bench that stood in the middle of the small-scale medieval dungeon. The rest of the room was cast in shadows and the dark effect increased the intimidation factor of the room itself. The textured gray walls resembled in the low flickering light from the wall sconces. A wide array of restraints, gags, dildos, paddles, floggers and whips was displayed on hooks and wrought iron shelving on the walls. The room was also equipped with a whipping post, St. Andrew’s cross, stocks and chains and shackles on the wall.