Brenda Hall - A Wedding To Remember

Liam doesn't understand how he got his invitation, Taina just gave him the envelope before giving him his usual morning blowjob. He read the lettering on it, it's an RSVP to a wedding invitation. Not only that, it's from Brenda Hall.

Liam met Brenda two years ago when he was visiting his old college. She's a new professor there, well, new for Liam anyway. She replaced his old one, Ms. Rami, in the Modern Literature subject. Although Liam originally used her as a passing fuck toy, something he will forget as time goes on. Her smart, witty rebuttal to his crude, degrading words creates this dynamic of defiance. Yet it's still giving him what he wants, which absolutely hooks Liam in. It excites him how she lovingly chastises him while doing the very thing she's chastising him for. Admonishing the sexual abuse he did to her while clearly enjoying it, letting him do it to her in the first place. It's like she knows the juxtaposition is the whole point, the very thing that makes their dynamic so exciting.

The crisp edges of the invitation bit into Liam's thumb as he leaned back in the plush armchair. The leather groaned beneath his weight. He has been using Brenda here and there in the past two years, and he's not that close to her. Not like with Kina. So it's a bit confusing why he's getting the invitation. Then again, it makes sense. The Click made all women see him as the priority, so of course a wedding is not an exception. His musing got cut off as his phone rang, it's Brenda. He answered it without saying a word.

A warm, feminine voice flowed through the speaker. "Heyy Liam, just making sure you got the RSVP for my wedding," Brenda's voice chirped through the phone. "It's important to me that you're there."

"Oh I got it alright." Liam replies, throwing away any pretense of care, "Don't know why you think I'd come to see you being tied down by some other guy." He let a hint of a smirk color his tone.

"Oh don't be like that, it's a once in a lifetime event. Besides, Daren is not that kind of guy. The kind of guy who ties down a woman." Brenda's voice sounds amused at his remark, "You're invited because you're special to me."

"Special how?" Liam asked, curious of how she would answer.

"Because you are." Brenda replied, like that's all that needed to be said, "So much special in fact, that..." She hangs her words in the air, teasing an anticipation.

"That what?" Liam prodded further.

"That it's only natural for you to have free reign at my whole wedding. Consider it a gift! You can do anything you want with my most special day, from the bachelorette party to how I walk the aisle. Anything that you want to do with it. I'm giving you permission for it." Brenda's tone is steady. There's not an ounce of reluctance or shame. This is a sincere offer.

He let that sink in. The sheer audacity of it. The absolute way she believed in it. This brilliant academic, this woman who would spend hours deconstructing patriarchal subtext in a poem, was now offering up her life's biggest commitment as a stage for his amusement. Just like that, as easy as ordering a pizza.

"You know Daren's your husband to be, right?" Liam said, pushing the point, wanting to hear her say it. "He's the guy you're supposed to be giving all this to." The silence on her end stretches for a moment. Then came her reply.

"Daren's a wonderful man. He's going to be a great husband. But we both know what's natural for me. What's right. Being yours is that. Serving you is that. Being a wife? That's... a choice. A beautiful choice, but a secondary one. I want my primary role in my life to be your toy, something you can have fun with. My wedding to Daren is a beautiful part of my life, but you are still that important part of me." There's a flicker of something in her voice. Not sadness, not regret. More like a quiet, profound certainty.

"And what about him? What about your Daren? A woman of your intellect must have plans already in hand for your own wedding. Or are you really that cum-brained of a whore that you just want me to plan your wedding?" Liam said, his tone twisting and a jab to the reality of Brenda giving him her own wedding to toy with.

He knew this would get Brenda off. Insulting her intellect while making her degrade herself always made her cunt soak in a way that no other thing can. Not even Daren's loving words. Liam can hear her sharp inhale. A moment passes before Brenda speaks again.

"Oh Liam..." There's a distinct tremor in her voice now. A blend of indignation and raw arousal. "You are so right. How dare you see through me so easily. My mind, my carefully constructed world of academia... it all melts away into a pathetic puddle when I think about how you can ruin everything for me with a word. Obviously, I already settled and planned everything. But what I mean is... You can use that as your jumping board, maybe you enhance my bachelorette party by you having a smorgasbord of my pussy and all of my friends. Or... perhaps you have me do certain things that only you would want for me to do at my wedding. I'm giving you permission to use me as you see fit for your enjoyment. You've always been good at that."

She's right. Liam has been good at pushing boundaries after The Click. He remembers his first few years of The Click being a lot of him finding out how far this can go. Now that it has settled in him that he can do literally anything to a woman, and said woman would be beyond ecstatic about it. There are a lot of things that could be done at a wedding.

"So your new husband is just gonna stand there while his blushing bride gets railed by some other dude? I can make you my personal whore, right there at the altar," Liam mused. "In front of your family, your friends, your would be husband. Ruining your life then and there," Liam said. He's half curious if there's a line for this. So far there's none. But maybe this could be it.

"Yes. Exactly that." Brenda's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You can. Fuck me on top of my wedding cake if you want to. Make me suck your cock while I'm saying my vows. That's how much you mean to me. My body is yours first. My loyalty is yours first. Daren... He'll understand. Or maybe he won't. But it doesn't change what's right. He'll marry me because he loves me, and that includes this part of me that only you can touch. So... will you come? Please? All you have to do is say yes to coming. That's all I'm asking, please. It would mean everything to me."

Liam looked down at his phone. He can imagine Brenda on the other end. Maybe in her office, a tenured professor at a prestigious university, legs crossed tightly, panties already soaked through as she begs another man to desecrate her upcoming nuptials. There's no reason to deny it. In fact, it would be rude for him to deny Brenda's gift.

"Fine. I'll come. Send me all your plans, everything. I want to know every detail so I can fuck with it properly," Liam finally said.

"I'll do you better, why don't we meet at Café Soleil around... 2 PM? How does that sound? We can talk about your ideas." Brenda's reply came swift.

"Sure... but wear that red dress I like, no panties, no bra. You know which one." Liam demanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Of course," Brenda's reply is immediate. "I'll see you soon. Oh and Liam?"

"Yes?" Liam said.

"Thank you," Brenda said. "Also, when I say you can do anything you want to at my wedding, I mean it, really. I trust you... with everything. Okay?" Brenda's words hang in his ear.

Simple. Sincere. And absolutely fucked up. Liam was about to give one last retort when she hung up, not giving him time. Liam lets his head fall back on his chair, a wide grin stretching across his face.

He has a wedding to ruin. And this is going to be fun.

A/N This story would be the first mention of Edenville and its personnel, albeit a minor one, in the writing I published. Idk whether to consider it a separate continuity to the 'loose'/'scattered' Liam stories or not. The point being, it's Liam 'new' place to live, where it's a women-exclusive luxury apartment complex. I will publish the story I wrote before this, expanding about Edenville and about the move. But the question is that I'm conflicted in putting Liam in this elevated status quo. Because on one hand it lessens the impact of the 'average guy' vibe, which kinda hard to maintain when Liam lives basically in his equivalent of an ivory fortress. On the other hand, there's another avenue in exploring what Edenville has to offer, but I'll ask for those suggestions when I release said story about his move to Edenville.

TL;DR: I'm just rambling about lore in a smut and want you guys' opinion if stories that mention it should be separated from the 'vigentees' stories previously published.