Chiara (The Doms and Dommes of New York: Book 3)

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Chapter 3

Two days later, I was finally leaving the only town I had ever lived in. I was going to New York City with the love of my life and his soon to be ex-wife. I was a little miffed when he had her sit in the front seat instead of me, but I still managed to insert myself between them often.

"So, Brenden, you said you'd tell me some things about being a Domme," I said, leaning over the back of the front seat, making sure that I blocked her view of him and his of her.

"Sure. What do you want to know?"

I glanced at Angel who was frowning at me, and I grinned. "How do you find a full-time sub?"

Brenden looked at me briefly as he drove. "You mean one who lives with you?"


He chuckled. "First you need a place to live, Chiara. Then you need to make sure it's equipped for what you want to do. That all takes time and money. I suggest you just worry about Sigmund for now. Find a job and an apartment, slowly buy your equipment, and then you can look for someone full-time."

"Hmm. How long have you been a Dom?"

"Six years."

"How many subs have you had?"

"Subs? Two. They weren't full-time, though. I saw them about three or four times a week. They'd come over to my place after work or on the weekends, and we'd do scenes. They each lasted about four months."

"Why so short a time?"

"Because I realized I wanted more." He looked at me again. "You have to understand something. Angel is not my sub."

I stared at Angel and was surprised to see that she was smiling. "Then what is she?"

"She's my slave. Isn't that right, my Angel?"

"Yes, Master Brenden," she answered, her eyes twinkling as she leaned forward to look at him.

"What's the difference?"

"Well, in my mind, a submissive still retains some control over their lives, partially because they don't usually live the lifestyle full-time. Slaves, however, while very much submissive, have chosen to turn over control of every aspect of their lives to their masters."

I sneered at Angel, and she flushed as she dropped her eyes to her lap. "Your slave didn't seem so submissive a few days ago."

Brenden frowned. "No, she wasn't, which is why she was punished." Then he crooked his finger at Angel, and she slid across the seat toward him, forcing me to sit back a bit. He put his arm around her, and she sighed as she relaxed into him. "But she knows that once she is punished for something, it is forgiven and forgotten." He kissed her head.

I leaned against the back seat, folded my arms across my chest, and fumed. This trip wasn't working like I had planned. I'd have to step up my game to make Brenden realize what he was missing.

"Have you ever punished your slave by making her watch you fuck someone else?"

"I used to, but not Angel. Never Angel."

"Why'd you stop?"

He looked at me in the rear-view mirror, and his eyes were cold. "That is none of your business, Chiara. All you need to know is that I love her and would never cheat on her with anyone."

Damn! Maybe he could read my mind. Then he whispered something to Angel and let go of her. She nodded, stared into his face, and said, "Please, Master, please let me suck your beautiful cock. Please let me pleasure you, Master."

"Of course, my love," he said with a grin, and she started undoing the fastenings on his pants.

"Fuck, Brenden! She's going to suck you off now?"

"Yes," he said. "Partially to show you that she does obey me, and partially because she deserves a reward."

"A reward for what?"

His grin grew as she bent her head to his lap. "She knows, and that's all that's important."

"Can I watch?"

"Sure. It won't be the first time she's had an audience, although the other times there were a lot more people."

I leaned over the seat again, and my eyes went wide when I saw Brenden's cock. It was huge! Sigmund's was a modest five and a half inches long, but Brenden's looked twice as long and twice as thick.

"There's no way she can get all of that in her," I breathed.

He laughed. "You'd be surprised. Go ahead, my Angel."

"Thank you, Master," she said and started licking the head of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Angel!" he groaned. "Yes, baby!"

When his head was wet, she took it in her mouth, and another groan came from him as she slowly slid down the shaft. My eyes widened as the entire thing disappeared into her mouth, and when her lips were on his pelvis, he fisted one hand in her hair.

"You start, Angel, but I'm going to finish."

She slowly sucked her way back up his cock and then slammed her head back down. I expected her to gag or even vomit, but there was nothing. She must have no gag reflex left at all. After about five minutes of her taking control, Brenden's hand tightened in her hair, and she froze with just the head in her mouth. At that point, he began forcefully fucking her mouth. His hips came off the seat slightly as he pushed her head down on him, and soon, her head was pistoning up and down rapidly as he guided it. How he managed to keep driving at seventy-five miles an hour without crashing, I didn't know.

"That's it, baby!" he cried out as he finally held her head down on him as his hips flexed upward. "Holy fuck, Angel!" He took a deep breath through his teeth when she reached one hand down to his balls and cupped them softly. Then he pulled her off his softened cock, which still looked bigger than Sigmund's, and said, "Come here, baby, and kiss me."

"Yes, Master Brenden," she said with a smile and a satisfied glance at me. She leaned close to him and kissed him softly. Her hands were on his chest, and his free hand went around her waist. I was pissed. Somehow Brenden knew what I had planned, and he was making sure he thwarted it every step of the way.

When she pulled away from the kiss, he kept her by his side. "That's only step one of your reward, my sweet. You'll have to wait until we get home for the rest, though." He chuckled. "I can't fuck you and drive at the same time." Then he looked in the mirror at me again. "But you could drive, Chiara, and I could fuck my wife."

I just frowned as he pulled off at the next exit. It didn't lead to a town, only an intersection, and he stopped the car and opened his door. Then he opened mine.

"Get out, Chiara. Angel, get in the back seat."

"Yes, Master Brenden." She got out her side and opened the other back door.

"Fuck you, Brenden! I'm not going to drive just so you can get your rocks off!" I folded my arms across my chest and refused to move, but he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car. Then he slammed both doors and pushed me up against the car as his hands pounded into the window on either side of my head. This Brenden scared me, and I flinched.

"Listen to me, Chiara!" he snarled as his eyes bored holes into me. "I know what the fuck you're trying to do, and it won't work. I love my wife, and I don't love you. I did, but that was a fucking long time ago. What did you expect? That for ten years I'd pine over you and dream of the day we'd be together again? Not a fucking chance! I did do that for about two weeks, and then New York got in my blood, and, as painful as it may be to hear, I forgot about you and White Brook and everything about my former life. I had subs and slaves, and then I fell in love and got married, and I will never fuck another woman, and I will certainly not leave Angelina for you!"

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. When I closed it again, he smirked.

"Nothing to say? Good. Now get behind the wheel and drive so that I can reward my wife for putting up with your shit without punching you." He stood up straight and opened the front door.

I was pissed at myself as I climbed in without a word. I was a fucking Domme, not a sub, but he had just put me in my place as if it were the other way around. He got in the back seat and instantly pulled Angel onto his lap as he sat with his back against the door.

"Now, my beautiful Angel, tell me what you want me to do. This is your reward after all."

Instead of speaking, she simply pulled her dress over her head, revealing that she was naked underneath. I watched in the mirror as much as I could as I pulled back onto the interstate and headed northeast. "I want my Master to do whatever he wants," she said softly.

"Good answer. Fuck me, baby, you're so fucking beautiful," Brenden whispered as his hands went to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and her head fell back between her shoulders, pushing her breasts out further into his hands. Then he slid down on the seat so that his long legs were bent, and he shifted her so that she was sitting on his face. I couldn't see what was happening, but when her hands splayed on the window and she groaned, I had no doubt. His groans joined hers as the sounds of sucking and lapping increased, and she began writhing around.

"Hold still, my Angel. Just feel it," he breathed.

"Yes, Master," she answered, and her breathing became shallow and rapid, and when her climax hit her, she shuddered and cried out softly.

Brenden pushed her back into his lap as he sat up, and I could see that his lips were glistening. "Now, now, my Angel, that will never do. I want you to scream out your pleasure for me." He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his chiseled pecs and abs. God, he was beautiful! "You do the rest, baby."

She grinned. "Yes, Master Brenden." She turned around on his lap, and his hands cupped her breasts as she took off his boots and socks. Then she turned back around and slid down to his shins. She undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and he lifted his hips to help her as she pulled them down. Once again, she turned her back to him as she pulled them off his feet.

"Stay facing that way," he said, putting his hands on her hips.

"Yes, Master."

He lifted her up, and her hand went to his cock. She held him still as he slid her down on himself, and then he said, "Ride me, my love. Fuck me hard."

"Yes, Master," she groaned, and then she lifted her hips and his hands returned to her breasts. She slammed herself down on him, and he moaned.

"Again, Angel. Harder."

She just nodded, raised herself up again and slammed down.

"Harder, baby, and faster. Fuck me like I fuck you."

With that command, she sped up her motions and speared herself with his cock over and over and over until she had a second orgasm. This time, she did scream loudly, and the car was filled with the sounds of desire and the smell of sex. My own pussy was sopping wet by this time, and I dropped one hand down to rub my clit. I still dreamed that I was Angel, but I knew now that it would never happen. I could fantasize, though.

"Stop, Angel. On your hands and knees."

"Yes, Master," she whimpered as she obeyed, her hands on the door.

Brenden knelt behind her on the seat, his head brushing the ceiling, and he guided his cock toward her ass. He slowly pushed it forward until the head popped in, and then he said, "Are you ready, my love?"

"Yes, Master Brenden. Please, please fuck my ass hard, Sir."

In response, he slammed his hips forward hard enough that her arms buckled and she almost hit her head on the window. I heard their bodies slap against each other, and it was enough to send me over the edge into my own orgasm with a loud groan. He pounded into her ass again and again. It seemed to me that she should be able to feel that cock in her throat again, and then I saw him reach around her waist, presumably to stimulate her clit. When she started to shudder, he said, "That's it, baby. Give me another. Fucking cum for me again, my beautiful Angel," and she did. Loudly, and he almost immediately slammed into her one last time and roared out his own pleasure toward the roof of the car as his head flew back. "Oh, fuck me, baby! Holy shit!" Then he collapsed onto her back and kissed her sweaty skin.

When he stopped shaking, he sat back on the seat still sheathed in his wife's ass, and stretched his feet out in front of him. She leaned back against his chest, and his hands drifted over her body, his gentle caresses causing her to shiver.

"I love you so much, my Angel," he whispered as he kissed her ear.

"I love you too, Master Brenden." She turned slightly and nuzzled his neck with her lips. His arms came around her, and he sighed. I had never heard a more contented sound, and I almost cried. I knew then that I would never succeed in getting him away from her, and I was devastated, but I hadn't survived this long by dwelling on the impossible, so I started making a new plan.

It didn't take long for the two lovers in the back seat to fall asleep, and I turned up the heat so that they would stay warm considering they hadn't redressed. As I drove toward New York, I started making new plans, ones that didn't include Brenden Borget.

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