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 better. 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.
Regan knew that he was more like a Teddy Bear with her and didn?t even want to think how he had earned the nickname, Beast. She watched his perceptive eyes search her face for a few minutes, trying to determine what was going on in her head. He turned his face into her small hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. He pulled her closer and gathered her snugly into his arms. ?All right, then we?ll make an appointment with someone for next week and see what can be done to help you – maybe whoever Megan is seeing. If she doesn?t work out we?ll find someone who does.?
Regan relaxed as she watched her Dom take over. She really didn?t want to see a therapist or psychiatrist but new she wouldn?t have a choice. When it came to her health and safety, he was in charge. And in the bedroom, of course, but that went without saying for a Dom. A Chief Warrant Officer in the Army for fifteen years, he was used to taking charge, planning an attack and addressing problems head on. She smiled as he planned out loud, cursing when he saw it was well after midnight and too late to call her mother.
?We?ll call your mom first thing tomorrow. I?m sure she?ll have some good advice. But for now, it?s to bed with you. We?ve both had a long day, and I know you?re worn out.? He stood with her in his strong arms. ?Don?t you worry, baby, we?ll nip this in the bud.?
He laid her down in their king-sized bed and kissed her tenderly on the lips. ?I love you forever, babe. Never forget that.? He reassured her and spread gentle kisses across her cheeks and down her throat to the sensitive area where her shoulder meet her neck. She arched into him as expected. He knew all of her special spots and played her body like an instrument.
Her arms rose to wrap around his neck and she groaned, responding to his touch. ?I?m sorry for being such a pain in the butt, Bear.?
Her soft, sexy voice drew him in as always. His seeking lips captured hers in a searing kiss.
?You?re not a pain in the butt. You?re a warm, beautiful, sexy woman and you?re all mine.? He pressed a trail of burning kisses down her neck, his tongue running over her racing pulse. ?I need to be inside you now; I can?t wait.? He pulled away to remove his leathers. Spreading her thighs with his knees, he lowered himself over her, his hard cock sliding along her slit as aligned his hips with hers. Although BDSM was a vital part of their lives, they often had what could only be considered vanilla sex when their emotions were running high and their passions flared. Then, as now, it was always sizzling hot.
Rick?s cock found its home and he slipped between her wet lips. Regan held her breath as she felt the long glide of his hard flesh slowly separating her swollen tissues. Even after years with him, it took her a moment to adjust to his size. Her heat engulfed him as he slid deep inside and he paused when he was fully embedded.
?Good God, Regan. You fit me like a glove. You?re so damn tight, your pussy muscles are gripping me like you never want to let me go. Nothing feels better than this.?
He looked deeply into her big blue eyes. His hands clasped hers, their fingers linking as he moved them above her head and held them firmly in place. ?I love how you can take all of me, baby. Feel how deep I am inside you?? She sucked in a breath and moaned as he slowly started to thrust into her.
?Look at me, Regan.? Rick commanded her attention as her eyes started to close and she had to concentrate to hold his gaze. He rocked in and out, grinding his pubic bone against her and inflaming the nerves of her clit.
?You feel so good deep inside me. Faster? please.? She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him stroke for stroke. Overwhelmed by passion, her eyes started to close once again as the sensations consumed her.
?Eyes on me,? Rick reminded in a throaty growl. When she obeyed he spoke, his deep voice hoarse with passion, ?I want you to watch my eyes as I love you. I want to look into your eyes as you come. Watch me baby, see what I feel. I love you more than life itself.?
Regan?s legs trembled as they clamped around his hips. She rocked against him, as he loved her with a slow, burning intensity. He was such a creative lover he always kept it fresh, being gentle and romantic some times, sensual and dominant others. A tear trickled down her cheek at the beauty of this moment. ?I love you too, Bear. I love you forever. But I?m not going to be able to wait. I can?t help it…?
?Come all over me. Do it, Regan. I can?t wait to feel your pussy squeeze me and drench my cock when you come.? He quickened the pace, still moving at a consistent rate allowing her to feel every one of his nine inches. Still looking steadily into her eyes he ordered her, ?Come for me, my beautiful girl.?
Regan lost it then. Her legs tightened around him as she tried to hold his length deep inside her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly and her sensitive nipples rubbed against his hard chest as she arched into him. The merging sensations caused her orgasm to consume her in waves, and she came long and hard. The intensity of her release pushed him over the edge into his own climax and he plunged deep into her again and again. His head flew back as he let out a carnal growl of ecstasy. His seed pumped deep as his cock spasmed and jerked inside and her pussy milked him dry. Finally, he slowed to long, drawn out strokes as they both relaxed, spent from the intensity of their passion for one another.
?Fuck me, babe,? his voice was husky from exertion and he settled, still pressed deep and tight inside her. ?No matter how we do it, fast or slow, rough or soft, kink or vanilla, you always make me blow harder than ever before.?
Conscious of his much greater weight, he rolled them both to their sides and held her close. He positioned her back to his front and buried his face in her sweetly scented hair and inhaled. ?Mm, you always smell so good, just like peaches. I love fucking you until you can?t think straight and then holding you as you fall asleep,? he murmured this in his husky, sleepy voice and then sighed in contentment, ?Maybe this time we made a baby, yeah Peaches?? He laughed softly at the nickname then tucking his face into her neck as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin below her ear. ?Maybe this time.?
Regan clung to that hope as he fell asleep behind her, but the harsh reality was like a knife in her gut. She sent a silent prayer to the heavens, ?Please, God. Let it happen this time. Bless me with Rick?s baby.? This prayer had been repeated many times before. She knew without a doubt this time it would go unanswered. The fertility clinic had confirmed it today. She was infertile. She hid her face against her pillow and let the silent tears flow unchecked. His breathing turned slow and deep and she knew he had fallen asleep. Unable to turn off her brain, she lay there for hours, but sleep eluded her. Carefully, she eased out of bed not wanting to disturb him and have him see her pain and disappointment. She crossed to the window and stood looking out, seeing nothing.
The doctors diagnosed her with something called Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. They explained that PCOS was a genetic disease that triggered a hormonal imbalance and caused her ovaries to produce few or no eggs. The few eggs produced were usually immature, so treatments like in vitro fertilization and other surgical interventions were not an option. Today, the doctors had started her on fertility drugs and hormones at her insistence although they told her the drugs were a long shot and there was no guarantee of success. Her best options seemed to be surrogacy or adoption. This news had devastated Regan and was the cause of her uncharacteristic bad mood tonight. She and Rick had always planned on having a big family. Now their future had changed. It was so unfair.
Her exhausted mind raced. How did she tell him? Could she tell him? He would be such a good father. She knew he would be disappointed but would be supportive. He?d go along with whatever treatments the specialist recommended whether it was some costly, drawn out infertility treatments or adoption. But how could she put him through all this? She wasn?t sure she was ready for it herself.
How could she ask him to sacrifice his dreams for her? He was thirty-five and ready to start a family. She couldn?t begin to count the number of times he had talked of the son he would have to carry on the Spencer name. As her emotions threatened to erode her control, she tiptoed out of their bedroom. Once in the hallway, she rushed to the guest bathroom where she poured out her grief in private. She slumped on the cold tile floor and grieved for the children that would never be and wondered. What was she going to do now?