This is a work of fiction to be consumed ONLY by adults 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old. This is a non-consensual, coercive pairing between a dominant man in his late twenties and a virginal woman in her late teens, and involves elements of BDSM, including bondage, spanking, humiliation, and etc. This work
IS NOT
intended as a healthy or accurate depiction of safe, sane, consensual kink - hence it being listed in the non-consent category, and not the BDSM category. This work is purely fantasy and is not written as an endorsement of any illegal, immoral, or non-consensual activities. The opinions expressed by characters do not necessarily reflect the views of the author.
In real life, healthy BDSM is a negotiation with clear, defined rules for both parties, and consent is required.
Coercive BDSM as depicted within is a heinous crime. Read at your own risk. My stories tend to be polarizing.
This is a multi-chapter story - I recommend reading parts one through three for the best experience. It should be noted that this is a moderately rough story and people who dislike violence, extreme degradation, and non-consensual pairings are not encouraged to read, rate, or comment.
This chapter also includes:
heavy impact play and incest-adjacent nonconsensual cuckqueaning (wow, what a phrase).
If ANYTHING described in this disclaimer offends or upsets you,
please choose a different story to spend your time with
. Thank you.
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SUNDAY EVENING
David had never wanted to fuck someone so badly, so desperately, so immediately. It was like he was eighteen again.
Cadence lay on top of him, pressing every inch of her body against his - her hips rocking, her hands wandering feverishly, her lips and teeth and tongue taking his mouth captive, making him her prisoner. She had total freedom right now, and she took advantage of it greedily, kissing his neck and face and lips, trying to crush him beneath her tiny, soft body. For the first time, he felt helpless to stop her, rather than the other way around. He was entwined with her tightly, his hands gripping her waist, her hips, her thighs. Their legs were draped together, tight and close. His head was swimming, his eyes were closed - lost in the sensations and passion her willing, enthusiastic consent were evoking in him. He felt breathless and dizzy, still struggling to comprehend this shocking but delightful turn of events.
This was...unexpected.
Cadence gave a gasp of delight as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. She gave a soft, breathy moan as his hands slipped down over her ass, probing in between her cheeks. He moved even lower, questing for her pussy. When he found her slit she gasped, jumping, then giggled and bit her lip, closing her eyes.
This was fucking
incredible
.
His hands tangled in her hair, which had come down from the bun he had fixed for her, hanging loosely in a messy, half-constructed ponytail. He tore at the band, making her gasp and hiss. He shuddered as her teeth clamped down on his shoulder, as her nails cut sharply down the skin of his upper back.
Somehow this little spike of pain made his cock even harder. He couldn't believe he had come less than twenty minutes ago.
"You'll pay for that later, slut," he warned her, trying to regain control.
She completely ignored him, pressing her face into the curve of his neck as he worked to pull the hair tie out, setting her gorgeous, auburn hair free from its binding. She stared up at him, her mouth hanging open, panting. Scarlet dripped around her face and shoulders, surrounding her hot, desperate expression with a cloud of fire, throwing her blue eyes into sharp contrast. He tilted her chin up, kissing her again, drinking in her soft, impatient whimpers. They had kissed more in the last five minutes than they had ever before. He had intended to dole out this kind of affection - this close, intimate, shared pleasure - in teasing spurts. But Cadence would not be denied, and he was swept up in her longing, her need, and - perhaps most especially - her genuine, gratifying enjoyment of their interactions.
For the first time.
How did they even get here? What was happening? Where did this willing, hungry little whore come from?
It's just the sub-drop
, a sobering voice deep inside of David warned.
Any moment, she's going to snap out of it and remember that she hates you.
Maybe not, though. Maybe he had finally succeeded, had done what he assumed was impossible. Maybe she felt it too, now.
He thought he had felt something between them when he took her ass...a shifting, a softening, maybe. Was he imagining it? Was this another trick? It was hard to consider that as Cadence writhed on top of him. He wanted so badly for it to be real.
Cadence straightened up, her breasts and stomach illuminated by the late-afternoon light. Her nipples were standing stiffly at attention. Her hips swayed and rocked against his. Her thighs, still marked from her punishment this morning, were opened to him, exposing her wet, swollen slit. She was still completely naked, as she had been for most of the weekend. Her fingers, anxious and clumsy, scrabbled at the bottom of his shirt. He leaned up, touching her upper arms softly, blown away as she ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it towards the end of the bed.
Then her skin was pressed against his again, and they burned together.
David groaned in spite of himself as Cadence dragged her naked body against his newly exposed chest. She was grinding against him, biting her lip, her eyes closed. She slithered down his body, kissing along his skin, her breath hot and shaky. He let her move, shocked by her initiative, hardly recognizing how allowing her so much freedom of movement left him without control.
Her sly fingers found the fastening on his jeans, next. Without hesitating, without pausing to even consider asking, Cadence's hands snaked inside his pants. She worked around his underwear, struggling to free his hard, aching erection.
God
, how was he supposed to stop this? How was he supposed to
want
to?
Gritting his teeth, David took a deep breath and held it. Then his hands found her hair, and he jerked up sharply on the top of her scalp.
She hissed, shooting him a reproachful glare. She held his cock loosely between her fingers - still a virgin (well, half a virgin), after all, still a little shy. But even this tentative touch sent fireworks through David's body, made him ache for her to grip him more tightly, to take his cock into her hot, soft, wet little mouth...
"Slow down," he breathed, not sure if he was talking to her or himself.
