Brenden (The Doms and Dommes of New York: Book 2)

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Chapter 11

“God damn it!” I was pacing the living room, furious that Angel was late today of all days. It was the day of Andrew and Heidi’s wedding, and Angel should have been home ten minutes ago. She had texted me to tell me she was running late, but she gave me no excuse for it. Not that I would have listened unless it was a really, really good excuse. As it was, my belt was in my hand, and I snapped it against my leg every time I turned to cover the same patch of carpet I had already covered dozens of times. I stopped pacing five minutes later when I heard a key in the door, and as soon as Angel entered, she saw me and dropped to her knees with a squeal.

“I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry I was late, Master!”

I walked to her, shut the door, locked it, and stood in front of her. “Why are you late, Angelina?”

She shuddered at my use of her full name and said, “I lost track of time, Master. I have no excuse other than that, Master.”

I growled at her and then forced myself to moderate my tone. “What did I tell you would happen the next time you were late, Angelina?”

She flinched and answered, “You would belt me, Master.”

“Why?”

“To help me learn to be on time, Master,” she whispered.

“That’s right. Stand up and strip. Now.”

“Yes, Master.” She scrambled to her feet, removed her clothing, folded it, and set it on the floor next to her.

I grabbed her collar and led her into the study. “Over the desk, Angelina. Grab the other side and don’t let go. You were fifteen minutes late, so I’m going to belt you fifteen times. Count them out, and if you miss one, we’ll just start over.”

“Yes, Master,” she said as she got into position.

I stood behind her and, without any warning, brought the belt down on her ass forcefully. It snapped loudly, and a red welt immediately formed. She screamed, “One, Master!” and I brought the belt down again, just as hard as the first time.

“Two, Master!” she gasped.

Again and again and again, the sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room followed by her counting which ranged from sobbing whispers to full-fledged screams, more of the latter as I continued. Finally, I belted her for the last time, and she screamed out, “Fifteen, Master!”

I put my belt back in its loops as I said, “Stand up and face me, Angelina.”

“Yes, Master,” she sobbed as her hands dropped to cover her red and welted ass.

“Because you were late, you now have twenty minutes to get ready for the wedding, and Angelina, if you are late again, you won’t sit down for a week. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she said, tears streaming down her face.

“Your outfit is on your bed. Get dressed and meet me in the living room when you are ready. Twenty minutes, Angelina. No more.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master, for punishing me. I won’t be late again, Master,” she said and shuffled out the door.

Fuck! I hated doing that, but she had to learn to be on time. She knew that being late was the thing I hated the most, and she had been doing so well, but today, when we actually had somewhere to go, she was late. And it wasn’t because of traffic or an accident or something out of her control. It was because she lost track of time. That infuriated me even more, but her punishment was over, and I forced myself to calm before I went to my room to dress.

I had chosen to wear my full leathers, from my jacket to my pants to my studded belt to my combat boots. I didn’t put on a shirt under the jacket or briefs on under the pants. The only undergarments I did wear were black socks. I went back into the living room fifteen minutes later, adjusting myself in my pants, and was immensely pleased to see Angel kneeling by the front door, dressed all in red and black. It was such a change from her usual white that my cock twitched against the leather.

“Good girl, Angel,” I said as I stood in front of her. “Stand up now. Let me look at you.”

First, she kissed my boot, and then she stood, but she kept her eyes down and her hands clasped behind her back. Her hair was up in a bun, and I ran my hands over her bare shoulders to the laces on the front of her dress. She had them tied all the way from the top to the bottom, and that would never do. I undid the bow at the top of the dress, loosened the laces enough that the swell of her breasts was visible, and then tied knots in the ends of the laces so that it wouldn’t open any further. Then I did the same at the bottom, loosening the laces until it gaped open almost to her panties.

“Much better,” I said. “Turn around.”

She did, and I saw that, just as promised, the back didn’t close all the way. Instead it laced up from top to bottom with about a two-inch gap between the leather sides. There was enough of a gap, and her panties were small enough that the welts on her ass were clearly visible. The only part of her back that was covered was about two inches around her waist, and I reached out to make sure the corset was tight enough to keep the dress from sliding off her. It was, and I dropped my hand to her panty covered ass. She flinched as I reached between her legs and felt that the dildos were indeed inserted fully into her cunt and ass. I tapped them both, and she groaned.

“Remember, my Angel, you may not cum tonight. Not until I give you permission to do so, and I seriously doubt that will be during the wedding. The reception, perhaps, but no guarantees.” I glanced at the clock on the mantle and took her new long, black trench coat from the peg on the wall. I held it for her, and she slipped her arms into it. I then put on my own black trench coat. I took her red leather gloves and red scarf from the pegs and put them on her before I put on my own black gloves. “Do I need to remind you of the rules for tonight?”

“No, Master. I remember them.”

I caught her chin in my fingers and tilted her face to mine. “Don’t disappoint me, Angel. Not tonight, or I won’t hesitate to belt you in front of everyone. Understand?”

She gasped and looked at my belt. “Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, button up. It’s cold outside.” I wanted to kiss her, but it was too soon after her punishment, so I dropped her chin, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door. She followed as she should have, and we left the building. George grinned widely as we passed him, and I snarled as we waited for a cab to stop. One of these days I was going to punch him and probably end up in jail for assault. Finally, a cab stopped, and I said, “Get in, Angel.”

She did so, and I slid in next to her and gave the driver the address for Club Agalon. I rested my hand on her knee and slowly traced circles on her leather coat. She was tense as she pressed her lips together tightly and looked up at me, her eyes wide. I knew she had a question, and I was pretty sure I knew what it was, but I didn’t want her thinking that she could speak tonight, so I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am not angry with you anymore, Angel. You were late, and that angered me, yes, but you were punished, and it’s over now. Relax.”

She nodded and did relax somewhat. She even leaned her head against my shoulder, which I let her do. This was the first time I had physically hurt her during a punishment, and I knew she needed the comfort. I gripped her knee lightly, and she shifted her ass a little before she froze. I returned to my circles as I chuckled. I didn’t know if she stopped moving because her ass hurt or because it stimulated her too much, but I suspected the latter.

When we reached the club, I climbed out and held out my hand to her. She looked shocked but took it. I helped her out of the cab and then dropped her hand, turned toward the club, and walked to the door. She followed me closely.

“Welcome, Master Brenden!” Tyler said as he held the door for me. “Quite a thing, huh?”

“What’s that?” I asked as I stopped and looked at him.

“A Dom marrying his sub, sir. Not something I see a lot.” He cocked his head. “As a matter of fact, I’ve been bouncing here for ten years, and this is the first time I’ve even heard of it happening. Here or anywhere else.”

“Well, what can you say for true love?” I said with a smile, and then I entered the club.

The decorations weren’t exactly what you’d normally expect at a wedding, nor were the outfits of the guests. Leather, specifically black leather, was everywhere, both in the decorations and on the guests. I looked around and saw that I knew everyone there, at least the dominants, both male and female. I didn’t pay much attention to the others’ slaves, so I didn’t know them by sight. It was a fairly small assemblage with not more than twenty dominants and about fifteen slaves among them.

“Brenden!” I turned my head when Andrew called to me, and I saw him striding up to me, looking resplendent in a black leather tuxedo that probably cost more than my annual salary. “Good to see you, brother. I’m glad you could make it.” He stuck out his hand, and I shook it heartily.

“Me too, brother. I’m happy for you, really.”

He grinned. “You don’t think it’s too weird? Me marrying my sub?”

“No. Who can fight love, my man?”

“Not me. Believe me, I tried.”

I laughed at that. “You knew her what, two weeks before you asked her? Sounds like you tried really hard.”

He hit me on the shoulder. “I did! I wanted to ask her the first night she didn’t run screaming from my house. When she told me her pain would be exquisite the next morning. I’m surprised I lasted a whole two weeks.” Then he looked at the clock. “Better get a seat, brother. Time for the ceremony to start.”

I shook his hand again and took a seat in the front row of chairs as he walked to the back of the club and stood next to someone who looked official. I couldn’t imagine any religious leader agreeing to perform this ceremony here, so I assumed the man was a civil servant, perhaps a judge. Angel followed me and knelt at my feet silently. Music started playing, and I recognized Pachelbel’s Canon in D. Unlike at most weddings, though, no one stood. Andrew had said he didn’t want Heidi to forget she was still his submissive even though she would soon be his wife as well. I did look back toward the front door, and I smiled when I saw the bride.

She was indeed dressed all in white, but it certainly wasn’t your typical bridal gown. In fact, it wasn’t a gown at all. She had on stilettos that were at least four inches high, thigh-high fishnet stockings hooked to her barely there thong with garters, and heart-shaped pasties that barely covered her nipples and nothing else. Over the pasties, she had on a skin-tight mesh top that did nothing to cover her up. What she was missing was her amazing collar. She slowly walked down the aisle, her eyes locked on Andrew, and I turned toward him.

He had her collar in his hand and a stupid shit-eating grin on his face as he watched her approach him, and when she reached him, he held out his hand to her. She took it, and they turned toward the officiant.

The ceremony proceeded from that point much like any other wedding, although Andrew’s vows certainly didn’t have the words obey and submit in them like Heidi’s did, and at one point he recollared her while she was on her knees. He did use the words love and cherish and protect, though, and as I watched him say those words, I knew he meant them wholeheartedly. I have to say that it was much shorter than traditional weddings, and within fifteen minutes, rings and vows had been exchanged, and then Andrew’s tongue was down Heidi’s throat and his hands were on her ass as he crushed her to himself. It was only then that I felt Angel leaning up against my leg. I also felt, rather than heard, her sigh deeply, and I ran my hand over her hair gently.

“Assembled guests,” the officiant said loudly, “I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Maddox,” and everyone broke out in applause.

The next three hours were spent drinking and dancing, although I made sure to temper my drinking this time. I had no desire to wake up in bed again with another hangover and few memories of the night. There was also a fair amount of fucking going on, but to my surprise, none was done by the bride and groom. They just sat at their table or danced, and even though Andrew couldn’t keep his hands off her, the worst I saw from him was when he pushed her thong aside and slid his fist into her cunt, bringing her to a climax quickly. When he had her lick his hand clean afterward, my cock rose in my pants, but I ignored it. I’d already fucked Angel once in front of everyone there, and I would do it again someday, but not during a wedding.

Finally, at about one thirty in the morning, I walked up to Andrew as he was fisting Heidi for the third time that night and cleared my throat. He looked up at me with a smile even as his hand motions continued.

“Leaving, brother?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got to go to work tomorrow, brother, unlike some people.”

“Hey, when you get married, you can take a honeymoon, too.”

“Me? Married? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said as Heidi clenched her teeth to keep from screaming out her climax. “I’ve seen how you treat Angel, and it’s vastly different from how you treated your other slaves.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked them clean. “You love her, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He glanced behind me where Angel was kneeling with her head down.

“Does she know that?”

“Yes. I tell her often.”

He just nodded. “I give you six months, brother, and I’ll bet you join me in wedded bliss.”

“Bliss?” I said with a laugh. “Is that what you call it?”

He just shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been married before, but I can tell you I’m pretty fucking happy right now.”

“Well, brother, I’d shake your hand, but I know where it’s been. See you later.”

“Bye, Brenden.” As I turned and walked away, I heard him say, “Once more, my love,” and I chuckled.

When we got home, it was almost two o’clock, and I really did have to work the next day, which meant I was going to get about four hours of sleep assuming I dropped into bed instantly. As it turns out, that wasn’t going to happen. As I walked in the door, Angel followed, but she stopped just inside the door and stood there with her head down and her hands behind her back. I looked at her and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Angel?”

She looked up at me and asked, “Do you love me like that, Master?”

I stepped close to her and ran my hands down her arms and then squatted down to pull her panties off, unable to keep a grin off my face when she groaned loudly as the dildos exited her body. Then I stood up straight and picked her up. Her legs went around my waist and her arms around my neck. I pressed her up against the door and kissed her softly. Then I trailed kisses down her jawline to her shoulder, and she tipped her head to the side to give me better access. My hand moved to the laces at the front of her dress, and somehow I managed to undo the knots at the top. Ever so slowly, I unlaced the dress, kissing every centimeter of skin that was exposed as I did so until I reached the hem. At that point, when it was completely unlaced, I pulled it from her and raised my head to kiss her mouth again. When I leaned back, her eyes were shut, and she was breathing heavily, but I just kissed her eyelids and then waited for her to open them. When she did, I smiled at her as I made a decision. The biggest decision of my life.

“I love you, Angelina Wykes. More than I ever thought possible. Sure as hell more than anyone ever loved me. I won’t pull an Andrew Maddox with you, but I will ask you.” I put both hands flat on the door on either side of her and stared into her beautiful amber eyes. “I don’t have a ring right now, but will you marry me, my Angel?”

Those eyes filled with tears, and she nodded. “Yes, Master Brenden. Oh, yes, please.”

Although I’d really had no doubt of her answer, I still grinned at her and spun toward my bedroom, carrying her to my bed to celebrate.
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