Liam meets Brenda for some 'brainstorming' session

Café Soleil was a pretentious little spot with exposed brick walls and an overpriced menu, a place Brenda would have undoubtedly chosen for its quiet intellectual atmosphere. Liam arrived and got himself seated at a small corner booth. He was nursing his drink when the door opened.

Brenda walked in. The red dress clung to her curves like it was painted on, a vibrant slash of crimson against muted earth tones. She spots him immediately, a bright smile lighting up her face. A look that's reserved for him.

She slides into the booth opposite him, a graceful movement. The hem of her dress was riding high on her thigh. Liam can't help but glance. There's no mistake. The way it clings to her body leaves no room for underwear. Her nipples are clearly visible against fabric. They are hardened into stiff peaks.

"You look like you're ready for a very different kind of party," Liam says. He let his gaze linger on her chest.

Brenda laughed, a light melodic sound that turned the heads of a couple of nearby patrons. "Well, one must always be prepared for any eventuality, especially when meeting you." She leans forward. Her elbows are on the table. The neckline of her dress gaped open. Offering him a clear view down into her cleavage. "So... have you given any thought to my offer?" Her voice is laced with anticipation. This is part of their game. The brilliant professor playing coy with her master.

"I've been thinking," Liam replies. He leans back. Spreading his arms across the back of the booth.

Liam takes a good look at the woman in front of him. Like, really taking a good look. Years of using beautiful women like a disposable cocksleeve made a new habit out of Liam, where he'd like to remind himself that they're not that different from him. They're still human beings like him. Of course, to him this fact only makes it hotter for him. The knowledge of him defiling another human being of equal standing always makes his cock stir in a way that can only enhance the experience when he's objectifying them. The fact that they are as smart as him. As ambitious as him. As... alive as him. That's what gets his blood pumping.

Brenda is a prime example of that. He has known Brenda long enough to know how brilliant she is. Her passion for literature. The way she lights up when talking about deconstructionism or modern poetry. This is a woman with a mind as sharp as a tack. And yet here she is, in a public café, braless, pantiless, her body on display for his pleasure. All because of him. All because of a cosmic truth that has settled upon them both.

"You're a professor at a great university. You're engaged to a guy who's probably a great catch. Smart. Successful. Loves you. And yet..." He gestures at her. "Here you are. Offering me your wedding on a silver platter. Why?" He knows why. The Click made sure every woman knows why. But hearing her say it? That's a different kind of thrill.

Brenda's smile doesn't waver. If anything, it grows warmer, more intimate. "Because it's right, Liam. Serving you... it's a choice so obvious, it'll be denying breath to think otherwise. Giving you my wedding for you to play with is worth it. Even if it means disappointing Daren or making a scene, or ruining any future I have." Brenda's dark eyes lock with his. "He's a part of my life that makes me happy. But you... You're part of what makes me whole. Fulfilling your needs is part of me now. So this isn't a sacrifice. This is an offering. A joy."

She reached out, her hand resting on top of his. The touch is light, familiar. "So please. Tell me what you want to do. Tell me how you want to use my special day." There's a hunger in her voice now, an eagerness to be used, to be debased by him.

Liam feels a surge of power. A thrill that never gets old. He leans forward, closing distance between them. "So Daren," Liam starts speaking. "He's cool with his fiancée being another man's personal plaything?" His hand goes under the table, his fingers inching deeper from Brenda's knees to under her dress.

"He doesn't know details. Or anything, really. The closest he got to knowing you or this... side of me was when you were having me by my desk and he called. God, I want to slap you when you tell me to answer him while you pound my cunt like an animal." Brenda's hand squeezes his hand as Liam's other hand goes further up under her dress. His finger was tracing her thigh.

"You loved every second of it," Liam said. "And you'll do it again." Brenda is biting her lip now, her eyes fluttering as his hand reaches her inner thigh.

"Every time," Brenda whispers.

"Does he know what a needy little whore you are? How you get off on being treated like a piece of fuckmeat? You told him about The Click?" Liam asked. His finger is now brushing against Brenda's slit. He can feel how hot she is.

"He's smart, he's understanding." Brenda sighs, trying to keep a straight face. "But he's still a man at the end of it. A guy that isn't revealed to us women as the one male deserving an entire gender's subservience." Her words are punctuated by a sharp intake of gasp as Liam's fingers find her clit. "By their own accord no less. So no, of course I don't tell him. He wouldn't get it. But it's not his business anyway. You are." Brenda's voice trembles at that last sentence. As Liam's fingers begin to circle her clit. Slowly at first, then faster; harder.

"He sounds like a real prince," Liam said. "Marrying a woman that belongs to another man." His tone is mocking. But Brenda's reaction to it is a moan.

"He and the rest of the men of the world, Liam, I know you're mocking him, but truth often sounds ridiculous." Brenda's words are getting fragmented. Her hips are moving subtly. Grinding against Liam's hand.

"Alrighty, tell me more about Daren first, then we talk wedding. What's he like? Other than the fact he's dumb enough to not catch you as a cheating whore." Liam said. His fingers now dip into Brenda's cunt. Curling inside of her.

"Ah... He's good to me. Kind. Supportive. He makes me laugh. We have this... connection. You know? An intellectual thing." Brenda tries to explain. But it's hard to focus with Liam's fingers working inside of her. "He respects me. My mind. My ambition." She paused, a wicked glint in her eye. "It's cute how much effort he put into all those things. Thinking it's what I need. When what I really need is to have a man like you fucking me stupid."

Liam chuckles. "So he's your intellectual equal. What else? I wanna know more about your beloved man. The soon to be cuck—sorry, husband," Liam said. He can feel Brenda's cunt clenching around his fingers. The word 'cuck' does things to her.

"He's a financial analyst. Works for some big firm. Makes good money. He's handsome, tall. The whole package, really." Pride laced Brenda's voice as she spoke of her fiancé, yet arousal tinged every word, relishing being made to talk about him while Liam fingerfucked her in a public place. "He's one of the few men that isn't insecure about women like me. Women who stand on their own. He wants a partner, not a pet." Brenda's hips buck against his hand. Her breathing was ragged.

"A partner, huh?" Liam says. His thumb is now pressing against Brenda's clit. "You love him? Like love him love him?" He can feel Brenda's body tensing. She's close.

"Yes." Brenda hissed. Her head falling back. "I love him. Is that what you want to hear? That I love another man while your fingers are in my cunt? That I'm going to marry him while dreaming of your cock?" Her voice was both defiant and submissive, a perfect balance that makes Liam's cock strain in his pants.

"Tell me how much you love him," Liam demanded. His fingers are now pumping in and out of Brenda's pussy. The sound of it is so obscene that it would catch attention to their surroundings, if not for the fact that their secluded corner and busy atmosphere of this café are actually helping them.

"I love him so much!" Brenda cried out. Her voice is strained. "I want to build a life with him! A home! A family!" Her confession tumbled out between moans.

"Have children? That's not very modern woman of you." Liam chuckles as his free hand casually picks up his glass of water, taking a sip. All while his other hand continued its assault on Brenda's pussy.

"Oh shut up," Brenda moaned. "You know what I mean." Her legs spread wider under the table. An invitation for Liam to go deeper. "I want it all! The house! The career! The husband! The kids! But..." Brenda paused. Her eyes lock onto Liam's. "I want you to be a part of it. A part of me. My secret. My... owner."

"Yeah? What if I want to use that useless womb of yours? Make you raise the kid I put into you without care. What would Daren think about that?" Liam taunted. Pushing Brenda further.

Liam chuckled as he teased her with those dark scenarios while plunging his fingers deeper in her willing twat. Her legs convulse from his dirty talk. Each degrading word eliciting her walls' twitch. Liam smiled as he remembered, back when he first fucked her, how he discovered how verbal humiliation sent her into paroxysms of pleasure. The juxtaposition is truly intoxicating.

A guttural, whorish sound escaped Brenda's lips, halfway between a moan and a whimper.

"Fuck... fuck fuckkk... Ohh fhhucckkk..." His lewd comment pushed her to the brink. "Don't say that. Not when I'm about to...!" She grabbed Liam's shoulder, nails digging in through his t-shirt as she humped her drenched sex on Liam's fingers shamelessly.

A wet, squelching noise sounded softly under the table, audible to them over the clink of porcelain at the nearby tables. Making sure to muffle the orgasmic scream. Liam pulled Brenda's chin and made her open up for a kiss. A deep sloppy kiss, muffling each other's moans.

Brenda's cunt spasmed violently around Liam's fingers as she came. Her free hand is gripping Liam's shirt tightly as her whole body shakes. After a few seconds, they pull apart. A string of saliva connecting their lips. Brenda is panting. Her face flushed, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"You still haven't answered my question." Liam said as he slowly removed his fingers when Brenda finished her climax.

"Mmmmh... You are such an asshole..." Brenda groaned but kissed Liam again after his lewd assault on her hole. "I'm not married yet, and you already want me to bear your kids. My answer is..." Brenda took a moment to catch her ragged breathing. "If it's what you want... I'll have your babies. As many as you want. Fuck Daren," Brenda said with a devilish grin.

Liam laughs. A deep rumble that draws a few glances but is ignored. "You're fucking insane." He pulls his hand out. His fingers are glistening with Brenda's juices. He brings it up to his mouth. He's about to lick it clean, but Brenda stops him.

"Wait." Brenda grabs his wrist. "Let me..." Without hesitation, Brenda takes Liam's hand in both of hers. And in full view of anyone who cares to look, she brings his fingers to her mouth.

She licks. Long slow strokes of her tongue cleaning off her own essence. Sucking each digit with a look of reverence in her eyes.

"Beside... He wouldn't know. Well, it depends on the kid, of course, but even if he found out about them not being his own children... Daren then just have to accept it... Like I said, fuck him." Brenda finished cleaning Liam's fingers as if they were a pacifier. "...It's you after all..." she whispered before licking between his fingers sensually to make sure nothing was left of her sweet nectar. "...Although it might be kinda hot to let him know up front..." Then she smirked up at Liam after licking that final bit. "I can see why you'd have fun with that... You monster." She gave him a peck on his lips before sliding back to her own space, smirking while straightening her dress.

Liam wiped his hand on a napkin. "I know... I'm the worst." He grins. "So, the wedding?" He continued without missing a beat. "You said you want me to have control over your bachelorette party too."

Brenda nods. The afterglow of her orgasm is still visible on her face. "Yes! Whatever you want it to be." Brenda takes a deep calming breath before continuing. "My bridesmaids are a mix of colleagues and friends. All of them are smart, independent women." She added with a wink.

"And are they all in on your little secret?" Liam asked curiously.

"Is my pussy too tight or something? Cutting your finger's circulation so that your brain is oxygen deprived, Liam? You know what bridesmaids are, right? Brenda said while leaning back on her chair with one arm on the table. "They're all women. And all women know of you."

Liam made a face at Brenda's comeback. "Yeah yeah." He conceded. "I still sometimes forget it's a worldwide thing. Plus, they don’t know me, know me. Not even like you know me."

"I get it. A world of women that would love to be yours is a lot to take in. That's why you got me to remind you of it." Brenda winked again. "They all know. They respect it. Some of them are even jealous that I get to have you as much as I do." Brenda takes a sip of water. "Well, they don't know you… Like you said." She gestures at Liam in entirety, "Unless you somehow have fucked them without me knowing." Brenda said with a raised eyebrow.

"No, don't think so," Liam said. "Actually, show me pictures. Maybe I accidentally pump and dump them without knowing these cocksleeves are besties with each other." His words a revenge for Brenda's quip earlier.

Brenda fished out her phone and scrolled through some photos. Showing Liam group pictures of her with various women. All of them are beautiful. All of them smiling. "I have a file of them made in case you want to go through them." Brenda said, offering to make a dossier of her friends to him like it's nothing.

"Send it later. But this one..." Liam pointed to a picture of Brenda with a tall, black woman. "I'd fuck that one especially," Liam said.

"That's Nia. Nia Bell." Brenda smiles seeing Liam's pick. "She's a lawyer. Sharp as a tack. And a bitch when it comes to arguing." Brenda laughed. "She's also married. How is it you're consistently drawn to married women?”

"Don't know. Just happen. But really? A bitch?" Liam said as his eyes kept glancing at Nia's picture.

"Well, a bitch in a courtroom or debate. You know how it is. Strong woman who knows what she wants." Brenda put away her phone. "So... What do you want for the bachelorette party? A gangbang with me as the star?" Brenda asked. The question is casual. As if they're discussing catering options.

Liam considered it. "Maybe. But I wanna know the rest. What about the wedding itself?" He said while leaning forward again.

"I have it all planned out." Brenda pulls out a sleek folder that she had hidden beside her. "The venue. The caterer. The dress. Daren's been wonderful letting me have full control of it." Brenda lays it on the table. "Go ahead. Take a look."

Liam opens it, flipping through pages of meticulously planned detail. The wedding is set for a month away. A grand affair at a picturesque vineyard.

"This is..." Liam starts.

"Perfect?" Brenda finishes his sentence. "I know." Brenda's eyes twinkled with pride. "We're having it at The Gables, this vineyard up north. Beautiful scenery. Amazing wine. Very exclusive." Her tone is full of love when describing it. But also a challenge to Liam.

"You really want me to get all of this? After you've put so much effort in it no less," Liam said.

"Absolutely." Brenda's answer is quick. "I'm giving you permission. As a gift. Because... what's a perfect wedding plan if not to be fucked with by you? You want me to walk down the aisle naked? With 'Liam's Property' written on my ass? Do it. You want to fuck me at the altar before Daren says his vow? Do it. You want to cancel this whole thing and have a mass orgy instead? Do it. Whatever it is Liam... As long as it pleases you... it will make this wedding perfect." Brenda's sincerity is palpable. "It's my most important day, and now you get to make it even better." There's not a trace of irony. She genuinely believes that his ‘touch’ will elevate it.

Liam scanned through pages. Brenda's handwriting is neat and organized. Just like her. Then an idea pops into his head. "Alright. I got some things running around in my mind." Liam looked up. "What about the honeymoon? You plan that too?"

"Private villa on a coral island. Maybe Maldives, or maybe Raja Ampat to make it a niche, hidden gem experience and all. Only me and Daren. Except..." She pauses again. As if gauging for a reaction while looking at Liam's face. "...If you want to join, of course. If you don't want me to have that time with Daren alone. You can come," Brenda offered. Again. Without any shame or regret.

"You'd take me on your honeymoon?" Liam said. His mind races with possibility.

"In a heartbeat." Brenda's hand finds his again.

"And your beloved Daren be damned?" Liam raises an eyebrow at her. The conversation has a nice back-and-forth beat to it.

"Hey, I say you can do anything to my wedding, that includes all of it, honeymoon included. If you want to make me your personal cumdumpster for two weeks straight while Daren's there... Then that's what will happen." Brenda said it like it's a simple matter of fact. "You can even let him watch or join in. Up to you really."

"Shit... This is going to be fun..." Liam mumbled as he closes Brenda's folder. "Fuck you really wanna make Daren cry and suffer, huh?" Shaking his head at her lack of sympathy for her own future husband.

Brenda laughed. "I love him! That's why I'm giving you this! How much I love him and all makes it more juicy, right? It's exactly because of that you can do whatever you want to our wedding. Now... You very much know you'll still get to do whatever you want to me... even when I'm married to him." Brenda's voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "So don't give me this 'poor Daren' attitude; you're a little shit when it comes to that. You enjoy being a wedge between me and him... So let's not pretend otherwise." Brenda is now leaning in close. Her lips a hairbreadth away.

"You got me," Liam whispered back. He grabs Brenda by the neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss. She moans into his mouth. Her hand goes to his crotch. Feeling his hard cock straining against his jeans.

"Fuck... You're so hard." Brenda whispers as they break apart. "You really get off on ruining my wedding." Her hand is rubbing Liam's cock through his pants.

"You have no idea," Liam groaned. "I got so many potential plans for it."

"I can't wait." Brenda's eyes are full of lust. "So... Can I...?" Her hand is now trying to undo Liam's pants.

"Not yet." He put his hand on top of hers, stopping her effort. "One last question. Would you rather my stuff being under the lid from start to end? So dear Daren there won't know nothing even as you two become spouses. Or..." Liam let his question hang. Brenda caught on. Her eyes widening.

"Or what?" Brenda asked, her voice trembling a bit.

"Or my stuff are kept under warp until... I don't know, a good moment to break his heart? Show him that his beloved Brenda. The smart, caring, and wonderful partner is a disposable living cocksleeve for me? A nobody in his eyes? That his love, efforts, and attention on you amount to nothing when compared to me? Showing that you would throw those away in exchange of me simply asking you to lick my shoes for my amusement, let alone for me to fuck you raw at your wedding altar." Liam let those words sink into Brenda's mind. "Because both works in my book." His words oozed venom into Brenda's ears.

Liam watched as Brenda's face shifted slightly into a shocked expression. At first, as if hearing that awful choice hurt her personally as someone who loves Daren, a pang of guilt for inflicting such pain on her. But that expression quickly turned to one of perverse excitement. He knows all too well this look. The look of a woman contemplating being an absolute bitch to a man who loves them for Liam. The expression transformed quickly into a grin as Brenda digested each word Liam's put forth. His way of being evil while still giving her an option is tangibly exciting. Being a part of deciding how to fuck herself over is a tantalizing thrill. She's an intelligent woman who prides herself in being able to think more than a few steps ahead. She knows damn well regardless of what she picks, it will end up with Daren getting hurt. Not only that, it will ruin her potential future with him; it's just a question of when. Not if. That's where Liam's poison hits, because Brenda now has a choice to make a happy moment into a miserable one. Or make a miserable moment worse. She loves Daren... But Liam makes that love pale in comparison. She can't help but to do anything in her power to maximize Liam's satisfaction; it's not a question of the lesser evil, it's a question of which one will please him most. And that's exciting.

"So... What will it be? How would you like me to ruin your wedding? Your marriage?" Liam whispered those words into Brenda's ear.

"Fuck..." Brenda lets out a shaky exhale. "Fuck... Okay... Okay... I... Shit... That's... That's so fucked up..." She took a moment. "You... You really know how to play me, don't you?" Brenda's hand is still on Liam's crotch. Rubbing his hard cock slowly. "I don't know. Both are... so good." Brenda's eyes glazed over.

"Typical women, can't pick a simple A or B when there's a dick in front of them." Liam mocks Brenda as she considers her choices.

"Wow, okay you misogynist pig." A faux offence drawn on Brenda's face before a grin spreads on it. "But yeah... I'm thinking..." Brenda bit her lip. Thinking about it some more before taking a big breath in. "Let him have a normal wedding day." Brenda finally said. Her voice steady despite the lustful trembling cadence in it. "Let him think it's a perfect day. Then you can... ruin it for him at reception. Or maybe even on our honeymoon. So many ways to do it." Brenda's hand is now gripping Liam's cock tightly through his pants. "I want him to remember our wedding as the best day of his life. Only for me to show him later that it's not. That's all yours. That it's a lie." There's a cruel edge to Brenda's voice. A hint of a vindictive satisfaction. "Is that what you want to hear? Is that what's gonna get your cock off? Knowing that I'm going to break him after giving him a day of false hope?" Brenda's breathing is heavy. Her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh it does." Liam's own voice is thick with lust. "You fucking evil bitch. You're gonna make me ruin his life."

"Takes one to know one." Brenda smirks. "And yes. Yes I am. For you." Brenda stands up. Her dress flowing around her. "So? Are you satisfied with my answer or what?" She asked with hands on her hips.

Liam also stands up. "Yep." He grabs Brenda by the waist, pulling her close. "Now, why don't we go somewhere so I can tell you all about my master plan, while I pound it into you?" He grins at the double meaning.

"Of course, it would be quite... educational. Professor Hall is always up for a lecture," Brenda replied with a teasing tone. "We can go to your place back in Edenville or a hotel if you want."

"Let's do a hotel, that way you have to pay," Liam said.

Brenda rolled her eyes but smiled. "Right. The gentleman you are." She kisses him. A quick peck on his lips before picking up her belongings.

"I've been wanting you to pamper me for a while now," Liam retorted.

"Anything for you, dear sir," Brenda said with fake sincerity. "I'm glad to be useful at least. Should we go?" Brenda offered.

"Let's go. And get a suite. No expense spared. And oh! Don't forget to pay for our little Cafe escapades here," Liam said while patting Brenda's ass.

"One would think you're not only fucking me over, but also fleecing me for my money..." Brenda teased.

Liam just grins at her. "If you insist."

They both started walking. Leaving enough tips on their table. A final loving taunt here and there was exchanged while on their way to a nearby high-class hotel.

And that was how their talk went. A normal meet-up for these two lovebirds, as any people who looked at them would have said. But what transpires would be anything but for Daren. For him it would be a tragedy. Everything that is his by right, now belong to another man. A fact that Liam and Brenda happily talk about on their way to their hotel room. The room that Daren would not know about. A room that Liam will spend hours on end to fuck his beloved Brenda. All while his fiancée is happily enjoying every second of it. Planning how they can make his upcoming marriage to a woman like Brenda be nothing but misery for him. Making sure Daren will know how inferior he is compared to Liam.