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

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Chapter 2

The next day was Saturday, but I still woke up at about six o’clock. I looked to my right and saw the most beautiful sight. Angel was on her stomach, her face turned toward me, and she was still deeply asleep. Her lips were parted slightly, and I ran my thumb over the bottom one. She didn’t even flinch. Eventually, she would get up before me, for she would have to take care of breakfast and other things before I went to work, but for now, I decided to let her sleep. I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. When I was finished, I opened the bathroom door and almost tripped over Angel who was on the floor outside of it.

Her back was toward me, and she was kneeling on the carpet, her hands behind her back and her face on the floor. Her ass was up in the air, and she was once again trembling. The fury that I had gotten rid of the night before by exhausting my body in the gym flared up again, but I forced it down, determined not to take it out on her.

“What are you doing?”

She shuddered and whimpered, “I fu—messed up, Sir. I’m waiting for my punishment.”

I growled low in my chest and walked around her until I was at her head.

“Stand up, Angel.”

She scrambled to her feet but kept her head down and her hands behind her.

“Look at me.” Her head slowly came up, and the tears in her eyes only stoked the fires of my rage. “Why do you think you messed up?”

Her bottom lip quivered, and her voice broke as she said, “Because I wasn’t up before you, Sir. I didn’t have your clothes set out or your breakfast made or—“

I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth. “Stop. Did I tell you to do anything this morning? Did I tell you to be up before me?”

She frowned. “No, Sir, but—“

“But nothing. Angel, listen to me. I don’t know who your former Master was, but I am not him. I will not beat you or hurt you more than is necessary for you to learn how to behave. I have my own rules and own expectations of you, and since I haven’t told you them yet, you cannot be held accountable for them. We’ll talk later about all of that, but you have done nothing wrong.”

“But I fell asleep waiting for you last night, Sir.”

I shrugged. “So you were tired. I only told you to wait. Sometimes you can’t help what your body does.” She shuddered, and I sighed. “I’m not upset at you, Angel. You shouldn’t be upset at yourself. Now, I have a few things to take care of. Use my bathroom, get cleaned up, don’t dress, and then come to the study. We have a lot to discuss. You have twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.” She walked past me, but I didn’t miss the glance she gave me. It was one that said she didn’t understand what was happening.

I quickly dressed in blue jeans and a bulky black sweater and my black loafers. Then I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I picked up the list I had made the previous night after I had returned home and read it through. It only had five items on it, and they were the things I wanted Angel to do that day. On the back was a shopping list. It was going to be a test to see if she would obey me no matter what she thought. I frowned as I realized that was probably not going to be a problem. She was so conditioned by fear of punishment that she would slit her wrists if I told her to.

I took the list with me as I went to what would be her room. It was down the hall from mine, and I would show it to her later. She was smaller than my last slave, but I soon found a pair of black skinny jeans and red T-shirt I thought might fit her. I laid them out on the bed and went to the study to wait for her. As I leaned against my desk facing the door, I fumed.

Fifteen minutes later, right on time, she appeared in the doorway, gloriously naked except for that horrid dog collar. Her head was down, and her hands were behind her. That was the first thing that was going to change.

“Come here, Angel.”

She came, but her head stayed down. I hooked my finger under her collar and led her around the desk. As I sat in the chair, I gently pushed her to her knees next to it.

“Rule number one. When you enter a room that I am already in, immediately come and kneel next to me facing me. But your head does not need to be down, and I want your hands flat on your thighs, not behind you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and moved her hands to where I wanted them as she looked up. I swiveled my chair toward her and studied her.

“Spread your knees, Angel. I want to see your cunt.” She nodded and did as I said. “Beautiful,” I said softly, and she frowned as I ran my hand over her hair. It was still damp from her shower, and I trailed my finger over the drops that had fallen on her shoulders. She shuddered, but for the first time, I thought it might be in pleasure, not fear, and I smiled.

“Rule number two. At home, you will always call me Master. In public, you may switch to Sir, but it will always be one or the other. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Master,” she said quietly.

“Good girl. Now, this next part is going to be difficult, but I need you to tell me what your former Master did to you and why you are so scared of me.”

She started speaking slowly, but as I encouraged her, it was as if floodgates opened, and she poured out a story of a bastard who would whip her or belt her on a whim and rarely tell her why. He would hurt her as he fucked her, beat the shit out of her for any little act of disobedience, and would never let her climax.

“Son of a bitch,” I breathed. “How long were you with him, Angel?”

“Almost seven months, Master.”

I frowned. “Are you telling me you never climaxed in seven months? Why didn’t you leave him?”

A tear traced its way down Angel’s cheek. “I had nowhere to go, Master. When I moved in with Master Theodore, I left everything behind.” She caught her breath. “He said he would take care of me, but he didn’t. He just hurt me, and then he threw me out a month ago.”

“Where have you been living since then?”

“In the shelter on 108th Avenue, Master.”

“You’ve been homeless?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you’re afraid I’ll do the same thing.” It wasn’t a question.

Her head had dropped again, and her shoulders began to shake as she nodded. No wonder she was so tired. Sleep in a place like that, especially for a single, beautiful woman, was not easy to come by.

“Angel, look at me.” She raised her head, and tears were streaming down her face. I reached down and pulled her to her feet before lifting her up and putting her on my desk. “I would never do that to you. I want you to stay here with me, but I don’t want you to always be afraid that I’ll kick you out. If either of us decides that this relationship isn’t working out, I promise you will not leave here penniless.” I cocked my head. “Do you believe me?”

She shook her head almost imperceptibly, and then she cringed away from me, and I couldn’t blame her considering what she had just told me. I swore to myself that if I ever found this Theodore, I’d beat the shit out of him and make sure he was blacklisted in our community forever. I sighed and turned her head back toward me.

“Do you want to stay with me, Angel?” Her eyes went wide when I wiped her cheeks with my thumbs, but she nodded.

“Yes, Master.”

“Even though you’re afraid?”

“Yes, Master. It’s no more than I deserve.”

That pissed me off. “Never degrade yourself like that again, Angel.” Again, she flinched. I ran my hand over her hair again and stared into her amber eyes. “You are a beautiful woman, and I want you in my life, but you have to promise me something.”

“What is that, Master?”

“Forget everything Theodore told you and only focus on what I tell you.” I refused to refer to the asshole as a Master. “As I said before, I am not him, and I will not treat you like he did.”

She studied me for a moment and then nodded slowly. “Yes, Master. I promise I’ll do my best.”

“Good girl. That’s all I can ask of you.” I kissed her forehead and then said, “Tell me the first two rules.” She did so perfectly, and I praised her, hoping to get her to smile, but she didn’t. “Rule number three. You will always be naked in the apartment, and you will only wear what I tell you to outside of it. I put some clothes in your room. I’m not positive they’ll fit you, but you will be leaving the apartment today.” I grinned, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward briefly. “I don’t want you to get arrested, so you’ll have to be clothed.”

“Yes, Master.”

I picked up the list from my desk and held it out to her. “This is what I expect you to do today. There is nothing too difficult. I am going out for a while, but I will be back at noon. These things will be complete by the time I get back.” She took the paper and read the list.

She nodded, and her lips twitched again. “Yes, Master, but I’m not sure about the last one, Master.”

“We’ll see.” I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. From it, I took three hundred dollars and handed it to her. “This should be more than enough for what you need to buy. Keep the receipts and show them to me when I get back.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, the last item on the list. You said you couldn’t cook, but I don’t think that’s true. I want you to try. I’ll tell you the truth, Angel. I don’t believe in lying to my slaves, and I expect honesty from you as well.” She nodded slowly, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. I looked at the clock. “You have five and a half hours to finish that list, Angel. Don’t disappoint me.”

“No, Master, I won’t.”

I took her hand and led her out of the study. I guided her past my bedroom and down the hallway to hers. When I opened the door, she gasped.

“This is your room. Sometimes you will sleep in here, and sometimes I will want you to sleep with me. Always assume you will be in here unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Master,” she said distractedly as she walked into the room. It had a white four-poster bed in the center of the room, flanked by two windows that were covered with purple curtains. The bedspread, rug, and trim around the doors matched the curtains in color, and I leaned against the doorframe while she walked around the room, her eyes wide as she ran her fingers over the white dresser. When she saw the clothes on the bed, she turned to me. “Are those for me, Master?”

“Yes. As are any of the clothes in the closet or dresser that will fit you. You will go through them and let me know which don’t. If there aren’t enough left when you are done, we’ll go shopping tomorrow.” I looked at the curtains. “Do you like purple?”

“Yes, Master. It’s my favorite color.” She almost smiled, and something inside me desperately wanted to see her do so. Her eyes twinkled, though, and I knew she was happy. Probably for the first time in a long time.

I pushed myself off the frame and walked toward her. She tried to drop her head, but I grabbed her chin and tilted her head back. “I have to go now if I’m going to be back in time. Do you have a phone?”

“No, Master. I have nothing.” Her bottom lip trembled slightly, and I ran my thumb over it.

“I’ll leave my cell number by the phone in the kitchen. Call me if you have any questions.”

“Yes, Master. I promise.”

“Good girl.” I dipped my head and kissed her softly, and then I walked out of the room, grabbed my jacket, and left the apartment. On my way out of the building, I told Eduardo that I had a friend staying with me, and I described Angel. “Please make sure she is treated well. She’s had a rough time lately.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Borget. I’ll take good care of her.”

“Thanks.” I smiled at him, walked to the curb, and hailed a cab.

Five and a half hours later, I was back home with several bags. I had gone shopping, mostly for Angel, and I hoped she liked what I had bought for her. I paused when Eduardo held the door for me.


“She’s lovely, sir. Will she be staying with you for a while?”

“I hope so.”

“I take it she’s a good friend, sir?” He grinned at me.

“Not yet, but that could change quickly.” Very quickly. If she had done what I had told her to, I expected that I would be rewarding her soon after I walked in the door.

“Yes, sir. Good luck to you.”

“Thank you, Eduardo.” I walked down the hallway to my apartment and opened the door. Once inside, I set the bags in the living room and looked around. I could instantly see that she had at least done one of the things on the list. The room was spotless. More than that, everything gleamed. The metal surfaces shone, as did the oak trim on the couches and the glass coffee table. The glass of the table and the sliding glass door that led out to the patio were so clean it seemed they weren’t even there. I stamped down on the fury that threatened to build when I thought of that lying sack of shit Theodore. He had told her she couldn’t clean properly, but, as I walked around the room, I couldn’t see anything wrong. There was even a fire burning in the fireplace.

I put the bags down next to the couch and went to the kitchen. It was as clean as the living room. I had noticed the luscious smells coming from there as soon as I stepped into the apartment, and I knew the bastard Theodore had lied to her about her cooking, too. Angel was standing at the counter, her back to me, and I stepped up behind her.

“Smells good, Angel. What is it?”

She jumped violently, and I wrapped my arm around her and cupped one breast.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s all right, Master,” she said as she squirmed slightly as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger. “It’s vegetable lasagna, Master. I hope you like it.”

“How much longer before it’s done?”

She looked at the time. “About fifteen minutes, Master.”

“Good.” I released her and walked back toward the living room. “Come with me.”

I heard her follow me, and I sat down on the couch. Without any prompting, she knelt at my feet facing me. I smiled at her.

“Good girl.” Once again, she almost smiled. Maybe seeing what I had bought her would bring a smile to her face. “I got you a few things.” I ran my fingers over her leather collar. “Where did you get this?”

“From Master Theodore, Master.”

I frowned, and she flinched. “Why are you still wearing it?”

“To remind me of what I am, Master.”

“Take it off and give it to me.”

Her eyes went wide, but she obeyed. When I had it in my hand, I promptly threw it in the fire. Then I reached into one of the bags and pulled out five gold circles.

“Do you consent to be my slave, Angel? Will you wear my collar and cuffs?”

“Those are for me, Master?”

“If you want them, yes.”

She sucked in her breath and nodded. “Yes, Master. I consent to be your slave. Please collar me.”

I smiled and fit the largest ring around her neck, locking it in place with the master key. Then the four smaller ones went around her wrists and ankles, and they were also locked on her.

“These will never come off unless you leave my house for good, Angel. Do you understand that?” I held up the key. “This is the only thing that can unlock them. Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her eyes glowing as she looked at the cuffs.

“You obviously shopped, the apartment is cleaner that I have ever seen it, and lunch is almost done, but did you do the other things I told you to?”

“Yes, Master. There are four bags of clothes in my room. They are the clothes that don’t fit me. The paper, receipts, and money are on your desk in the study, Master.”

“Good girl.” I hooked my finger through her collar and pulled her up onto her knees between mine. “You deserve a reward.”

She gasped. “I only did what you told me to, Master. I don’t deserve a reward for that.”

“Of course you do. Obedience reaps reward. Disobedience reaps punishment. That’s the way it’s supposed to work, Angel. Now,” I reached between us and freed my cock from my pants. Her eyes bulged as she stared at my rock-hard, nine-inch meat, and I grinned. “Can you take all of me, Angel?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

“Well, we’re going to find out. You begged me to fuck you last night, and I didn’t. Beg me again.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on my cock. “Please, Master, please fuck me. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock, Master.”

I easily lifted her onto my lap. “No, I want you to fuck me, Angel. Are you on the pill, or do I need a condom?”

“I’m on the pill, Master.”

“Good.” I lifted her hips so that her entrance was at my tip. “You’re in charge, Angel. I don’t want to hurt you, so take as much of me as you can.”

She closed her eyes as she slowly slid down on me, and she groaned loudly as I steadied her with my hands on her hips.

“That’s it, Angel. Make noise. Let me know how I make you feel.” She had only the head of my cock in her, but she felt so fucking good. Theodore must have been a pencil dick. “Damn, babe, you’re so tight. Keep going, my Angel.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. Inch by torturous inch, my cock disappeared into her, and when she finally stopped there was only about two inches of me outside of her.

“Ride me hard. And Angel?”

“Yes, Master?” she asked as she rose up on her knees and slid back down on me.

“Cum for me. Don’t hold back and don’t be afraid to feel pleasure.”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped as another inch entered her. “I think I can take all of you, Master.”

“Fuck, Angel, yes,” I hissed. “Take it all.”

She tried, I know she did, but it seemed she had reached her limit. She started riding me hard then, and her hands rested on my shoulders as her hips pistoned up and down. She seemed stable enough, so I slid one hand around to her clit and thumbed it gently. She cried out, and I moved the other hand to her breast. I cupped it as I brought my mouth to it, and another cry was wrenched from her when I flicked the tip of my tongue over her nipple. I repeated the process with her other breast, and then I took that one in my mouth and sucked hard.

“Oh, fuck, Master,” she breathed, and I took her nipple between my teeth briefly before letting it go.

“I haven’t read your limits yet, Angel, so you’ll have to tell me to stop if necessary.” I was breathing heavily, and so was she. “Promise me.”

“I promise, Master,” she groaned, and then I felt her inner walls tighten around my cock.

“Yes, my Angel,” I growled. “Cum for me.” I flexed my hips upward, and her hands tightened on my shoulders as her climax rippled through her. She threw her head back with a scream, and I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist and expertly laid her on the couch without pulling out of her. “My turn,” I said, and I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out two gold D-rings before pushing the pants off my hips. I squirmed as I kicked them off, and Angel moaned. I was still buried in her wet, tight, cunt, and I knew the movement stimulated her. I took her left ankle, threaded one of the D-rings through her cuff, bent her knee and hooked it to her left wrist cuff so that her arm was on the outside of her leg. Then I did the same with her right side. “Are you all right, Angel?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

I put my hands on her thighs and pushed them wide. “I’m going to fuck you now. You have to let me know if I hurt you.”

She nodded and then screamed as I slid out of her and thrust back in. It was a good scream, though, and I did it again. So did she. Her noises went straight to my groin, and I groaned loudly as I picked up the pace.

“Oh, God, Master! Oh, fuck! I’m…I’m going to cum again!”

“Yes, Angel.” I wanted to join her in her pleasure, so I started pounding into her. Just as I felt her shudder and spasm, my own climax hit me like a train. I screwed my eyes shut, held myself deep, and emptied my balls into her. “Holy shit!” My hips made shallow little thrusts as my orgasm continued longer than any ever had before. I felt like I had shot a gallon of cum into her, although I knew that wasn’t even remotely possible.

When I calmed down and stopped shaking, I reached up and unhooked her cuffs from each other. I slid out of her and stood up. Then I pulled her to her feet and slid my hand along her inner thigh. When I reached her cunt, I felt the first drops of my cum slithering down her skin.

“Don’t clean up,” I told her. “I want to see my cum dripping down your thighs.” I grinned. “Evidence of where I’ve been and whose you are.”

“Yes, Master.” Her lips twitched again, and I pulled her close and kissed her. No matter what it took, I would get her to smile and laugh and enjoy life. I would make that my life’s goal.

When I released her, she was breathing harshly, and her eyes were closed. “Go into the study and get the paper. I’ll read it as we eat. Then get lunch ready. You have five minutes.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, opening her eyes. She walked away stiffly, and my grin returned. She’d be sore for the rest of the day, but it would be a good soreness, just like her screams were good.

I pulled my pants back on and sat at the head of the dining room table. I took out my phone and watched the clock. Almost immediately, Angel appeared and handed me a piece of paper. I took it silently, my eyes never leaving my phone. She disappeared into the kitchen. Two minutes passed by, then three, then four. As the time ticked closer to the five minute mark, I wondered if I would get to administer her first punishment soon. I was pretty sure I would.

With ten seconds to spare, she walked into the room with two plates of food. She placed one on the table before me. Then she dropped to her knees at my feet and placed her plate on the floor. My eyebrows rose. It seemed there would be no punishment after all. At least not yet.

“I’m impressed, Angel,” I said as I picked up my fork. “You remembered.”

“Thank you, Master. I want to please you. I don’t want to disappoint you, Master.”

I said nothing else as we ate, although I made a note to tell her the food was delicious later. I was a vegetarian, and she had done a marvelous job with the lasagna. It took a lot of skill to make vegetables taste this good. As I ate, I read the paper I had given her to fill out.

It was basically a multiple choice questionnaire. I had listed everything I could think of as far as what most people thought of as their limits and had her write ‘yes,’ ‘no,’ or ‘maybe’ next to them. At the bottom were spaces for her to add anything she wished. I was not happy with what she had written, though, and I knew I’d have to talk to her about it. The no’s were what bothered me the most. They included anal; double penetration; bondage, although she hadn’t seemed to mind the little I had done on the couch; and public sex among other things. I loved anal, I wanted to share her often, I got hard just thinking of her chained to her bed as I fucked her, and, although I would never do anything that would get us arrested, the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking her could keep me hard for hours.

I had finished eating without realizing it, and I pushed my chair back from the table. She was still kneeling beside me, and I said, “Clean everything up and meet me in the study in ten minutes. Make sure everything is spotless before you join me. We need to talk.”

“Yes, Master,” she said softly, and I stood up and went to the study to wait for her. I grabbed the other bags on my way through the living room and deposited them by the desk as I sat down in my chair. I again looked at her answers, and then I noticed something written on the back of the page. I flipped it over and smiled as I read what she had written:

Master, these are not hard and fast no’s. They are simply the areas in which i have not had good experiences. i trust You, however, Master, and i believe You when you say You will not hurt me. Everything i have seen of You tells me this is true. If i may ask one thing of You, Master, it is this: please let me serve You and take care of You. i know You are a good person, Master, and i feel safe with You, and i am willing to try some of these things for You.

Not hard and fast no’s. That was good. It meant there was room for discussion. I was glad she trusted me, and I would definitely convince her that I could make these areas enjoyable for her. I thought about what I had tentatively planned for the evening and smiled in anticipation.

It seemed as if the ten minutes were up, so I glanced at the clock on my phone and grimaced. She was late. Almost two minutes had passed beyond the ten minute mark and she still wasn’t by my side. Another two and a half minutes went by before she entered the study and knelt at my feet.

“Do you know what time it is, Angelina?”

“No, Master,” she whispered as she dropped her head.

“You’ve kept me waiting almost five minutes. You just told me you didn’t want to disappoint me, but that is exactly what you have done. When I say ten minutes, I mean ten minutes, Angelina. Why were you late?”

Her breath caught, and a shudder ran through her. “I have no excuse, Master. I didn’t move fast enough while cleaning, Master. I am sorry, Master. I’ll do better next time, Master.”

“Yes, you will. I had planned on giving you the other things I bought for you, but that will have to wait until later. You don’t deserve them now.”

Her head hung lower, and she started to cry. I could see the tears falling on her hands as her shoulders shook. I sat silently as I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Stand up, Angelina.” She jumped to her feet. “You were five minutes late, so you will stand in the corner for fifty minutes. You may not speak, but you may answer me with your head. Do you understand?” She nodded, and a sob escaped her. The corner I used for this purpose was by the door, and I took her by the arm and led her to it. “Nose in the corner, Angelina. Hands clasped behind your back.” She immediately obeyed, and I stepped back. “Do you know why you are being punished, Angelina?” Again, she nodded. “Will this help correct your unacceptable behavior?” Another nod. I walked back to my chair and sat down. “I surely hope so, or I will have to think of something more severe. Know this, Angelina. I hate waiting.”

I watched her silently for several moments and frowned when she flinched at nothing. “Are you afraid, Angelina?” She nodded slowly, and the familiar fury rose up in me again. “Afraid of me?” Her nod was barely noticeable, but I saw it clearly, and I sighed. I pulled out her new phone and set the timer for forty-eight minutes before setting it on the desk. I needed to get out of there before I did something I would regret. “When that goes off, you may leave the corner, but not until then. Do you understand me?” I didn’t wait for her nod this time but stormed out of the study, out of the apartment, and out of the building.

Eduardo watched me cautiously as I paced on the sidewalk. “Is everything all right, Mr. Borget?”

“Have you ever wanted to kill someone, Eduardo?”

“Do you mean seriously, sir, or just in the heat of the moment?”

I glared at him. “I mean seriously.”

“No, sir, can’t say that I have.”

“Well, let me tell you not to be surprised if you find out that I’m in prison for murder soon.”

“Someone piss you off that much, sir?”

“You have no idea.” If I ever found that fuck Theodore, I wouldn’t have to blacklist him. I’d kill him.
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