Free You Said Forever (Club Decadence) by Maddie Taylor Page A

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.