Friday, October 26, 2018

A Kinky Love That Endures the Test of Time - a Club Decadence preview


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In Faithfully, the prequel to the series which leads up to the opening of Club Decadence, we meet General Peter Davis and his beautiful submissive wife, Joanna.


They embark on a love affair that stands the test of time, from when Pete was just an army captain and fell in love with his Sargeant's 18-year-old daughter, through the raising of two kids, and multiple deployments.  It ain't easy, but Joanna is the perfect officer's wife. 
She loves deeply and keeps the home fires burning, but when she's had enough and lays down the law to her General Dom, oo-ee, the sparks fly.  






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Here's a sexy, sultry, scintillating taste of Faithfully...

Pete pulled the car into the driveway of a large beach house and shifted into park. The house overlooked the point where Nahant Bay met with the Atlantic. The houses lining the shore provided just enough light to illuminate the sandy beach at night. It was a beautiful spot. 

“Whose house is this? It’s dark and doesn’t look like anyone’s home.” 

He got out of the car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk before opening her door and pulling her out. “We’re not here to visit. This is a friend’s house, and he has a private beach. Let’s go.” 

He guided her down the wooden boardwalk that led to the sand. “You can leave your shoes here. No one will bother them.” 

When she’d taken off her heels, he grabbed her hand and guided her down the stretch of sand to a secluded spot surrounded by dunes. The high mounds of sand and tall sea oats provided a semblance of privacy as the warm sea breeze swirled behind her. The waves broke languidly against the shore as the low-riding silver moon provided soft lighting in the long shadows of the beach. To Joanna, it was perfect and the world outside their haven ceased to exist. 

Out of breath from the eager pace he’d set, she stood by quietly watching as he spread out his blanket. She had no doubt what he had in mind. 

Settling in the middle of the makeshift bed, Peter held out a hand to her. “Come here, baby, I’ve got to have you now.” 

“Here on the beach?” She looked up at the dunes she couldn’t see over, then out toward the water. “What if someone comes along?” 

Although she was protesting, she stepped onto the blanket beside him. The low light of the moon was enough to see his pants were stretched tight in front, his rigid cock outlined clearly against the fabric, Peter impatiently tugged her down until she was straddling his thighs. Eagerly untying the belt on her wrap dress, he opened it, revealing her body to his eager gaze as if unwrapping a present. 

“No one will see. It’s late, it’s dark and this is a private beach. Now give me your mouth. I need to taste you.” 

She lowered her head to his and he took what she offered, his lips roughly parting hers, so his tongue could dive in and taste. 

After long minutes of frantic open-mouthed kissing, he let her come up for air as he trailed his hungry lips down her throat. When he reached the tops of her breasts, he released the front hook on her bra and groaned as her bounty spilled into his hands. 

‘Can I leave my dress on just in case?” 

“No, Joanna. I want to see all of you in the moonlight. Take it all off.” 

“But—” She yelped as his large hand came down firmly on her butt. It didn’t really hurt through the material of her dress and panties, but it startled her. 


“I want you naked. If you don’t quit arguing, I’ll have to strip you myself and will have to add a little color to your backside in the process.” 

Frozen, she stared at him. Was he serious? Would he really spank her? 

“Are you testing me, baby? It’s fine if you do, but the end result will be the same. You. Naked. Beneath me. The question is: Will your ass be sore when I grip it as I’m driving into you, or won’t it?” 

She squirmed in his lap at the thought of going across his muscular thighs with a bare, exposed bottom. Instantly, she felt her juices soak her panties and then watched as a wicked grin crossed Peter’s face. 

“I can feel your heat clear through my jeans, darlin’. Do you like the idea of lying across my lap, your naughty bottom upturned, and bared for my hand?” He slid the dress off her shoulders and let it slide down to pool over his legs. “I think it’s time you find out how it feels. I think I told you what would happen if I had to strip you myself, didn’t I?” 

Not waiting for a response, he moved her into position. She was stunned and still frozen as he placed her as he liked, as if she were a life-sized doll. 

“Let’s get rid of the panties, shall we?” 

His large hands twisted, and she heard the fabric rip as he easily ripped apart her tiny bikini panties. She felt his warm skin against hers and lost all sense of reason when he began rubbing her bare flesh. Aroused more than ever before, she arched her back, pressing her bottom into his hands. 

“You want me to spank you like a naughty girl, don’t you, baby?” 

Her answer was a whimpered moan in her throat. The heat of his hand left her and returned in a brisk swat on the lower curve of one cheek. An instant later, he landed another, this time on the other side. 
After the twin smacks, his palm rubbed in ever-widening circles over her tingling skin. 

“You want the excitement of me taking you in hand and heating your bottom with my palm.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. Two more swats fell, this time a little harder before the rubbing resumed. “While your skin gets warm and tingly, those sensations will spread to your pussy, making it warm and tingly, too. And wet.” 

Four smacks, two on each side followed his prediction. 

“Spread your thighs for me, Joanna. I want to slide my fingers inside you and test my theory.” 

He waited for her to obey, but after a few seconds without a response, he calmly applied more swats, crisper and with more of a bite than before. She sucked in a breath at the fiery burn he’d ignited. 

“Now, sweetie, I want you to remember how good this feels, but if you keep up the defiance, I am going to have to give you a bad-girl punishment instead of a nice, arousing, good-girl spanking before the hard fucking I had in mind to celebrate tonight. Do as I say, darlin’, and spread for me.”

Lying helpless and infinitely aroused over his lap, she could do nothing but follow his commands. Joanna spread her legs, shuddering a heartbeat later when his fingers slid over her wet folds. 

“That’s my good girl. But I want you spread wide, baby, so I can explore. Let me help.” His hands curled around her inner thighs and separated her legs so wide apart, she felt the ocean breeze against her hot flesh and groaned. Pressing her knees into the sand, she lifted her behind, angling her pussy to seek more of his touch. 

“Excellent. Now, just a few more so you know what I mean by a good-girl spanking.” 

Using a light brisk stroke, he proceeded to paint her entire bottom and thighs with a tingly heat. He smacked lightly with enough of a sting to arouse and elicit the desired response from her body. When she eagerly rocked into the swats, encouraging him to give her more, he murmured his approval. 

She almost missed it over the floating up from her chest, signaling how much she liked being his good girl. After applying about two dozen swats, he couldn’t take anymore and lifted her off his lap. Rolling her on her back, he disregarded the hiss from her lips as her tender skin rubbed against the blanket. Parting her legs, he ripped open his fly and released his heavy cock, driving deep inside her.

Peter’s deep growl of satisfaction pushed her pleasure higher. Wanting him to enjoy her as much as she very clearly enjoyed him. He slipped his hands under her hips and moved inward to palm her cheeks. 

As he looked down at her, his fingers tightened, eliciting a small startled squeal from her, as he firmly squeezed. “Do you understand the difference now, baby?” 


“Yes. Bad girls get spanked hard, but good girls get spanked wet and then fucked.” 

“Tsk, Tsk, such a naughty word from my good girl. We’ll work on that answer, but later. And bad girls get fucked, too. Right now, darlin’, your pussy is warm and wet and hugging me so tight, I need to ride you.” 

Like a true Texan he did ride her long and hard on the secluded beach, pushing them both to such heights they came apart in one another’s arms. 

Afterward, they held each other close, soaking up the romantic setting. For Joanna, it was perfect. The ocean waves crashing against the shore was their music; their special hideaway lit by the full moon overhead. It was a perfect start to their engagement and a sign of more good things to come.