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 five for the best experience. This is the final chapter of Cadence and David's story, as it pertains to this particular weekend in their universe. 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:
humiliation, extended teasing, forced begging, and PIV (penis in vagina) intercourse. However, at some point, the sexy stuff stops, so we can finish up the plot. I hope you will choose to finish the story, regardless, and that the conflict is engaging enough that you want to do so.
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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EARLY MONDAY EVENING
Cadence could feel David's cock throbbing behind his jeans. Her mouth opened unwillingly, in wonder and longing, as she gently rubbed his length. She was gripped with the insane urge to unzip his pants and free him - she wanted to tempt him into touching her, into taking her, without having to actually say the words.
She knew the effect she had on him. She remembered laughing in his face about it after he beat her thighs. She needed it
so
badly, she could hardly stand to sit still and wait, but she was too mortified by the intensity of her need to be aggressive. She was trapped by her arousal and her embarrassment, which seemed to be the ideal place for David. It was the easiest to keep her off-balance when she wanted him, and felt riddled with shame for it.
Her heart dropped as he caught her wrist, but he surprised her by keeping her hand in place. She dragged her fingertips along his length, wondering wildly if he might actually let her -
"You're being a
very
bad girl, Cadence." His voice was rough with desire, but still stern.
"You like it," Cadence replied, trying to goad him. "You like punishing me."
He pulled her hand away from his hard cock, sighing with disappointment.
"Not today. Today I want you to be good."
She felt a wild surge of needy desperation. Throwing caution to the wind, she started pleading for him to make her come, her eyes locked on his.
He looked down at her with a satisfied smirk.
"That's right. Keep begging me. Tell me where you want me to touch you."
Cadence's heart sank. He had sworn not to touch her cunt unless she begged him. She knew he wanted her to say the crude words, to debase herself as proof of how badly she wanted it.
She was so tempted, but she couldn't let him win.
She had reached a new, heightened level of arousal after so much prolonged teasing - but defiance burned in her heart, fueling her resistance. She had a secret, and that secret was the way she would win in the end.
The rest was just filler - horrible, delicious filler.
He laughed cruelly, watching her face fall.
"See how easy it is for me to get you to do what I want?" His grip tightened painfully on her wrists and she winced. "I have total control over you, Cadence. I don't have to beat you or hurt you or tease you for that to be true."
"So why do you?" she asked, her voice cracking. She already knew the answer.
"Because it makes me hard. Because it makes you wet."
She started to shake her head - to respond that neither of them clearly
needed
her pain to get off - but David scoffed, swiping his fingers over her soaked slit so quickly that she lost her train of thought. A second later, his wet fingers were in her mouth, so deep she choked. She could taste the salty tang of her juices, irrefutable proof that his roughness and denial turned her on. It still grossed her out that he made her do this.
"Don't lie to me, Cadence. I can always tell."
She almost smiled, thinking of the thumb drive hidden in her pillowcase upstairs. Her secret gave her strength. It distracted her as David's hand pushed into her panties once more. She thought for a wild moment that he was going to finger her, but he simply removed the wireless vibe he'd been torturing her with for three hours.
She implored him with her eyes to take pity on her, her lower lip trembling. But some hint of defiance must have shown on her expression, because David only smirked. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Don't try so hard, kiddo. That's a sort of lie, too. And I can still tell."
"You're the one who pushed me here," she whispered fiercely. "This is your fault."
"We've established that. But I don't think you understand yet, Cadence. I may have put the pieces together for our weekend together, but this is a role you were born for. Let me show you."
He held up a DVD disk, once blank, now containing the details of their encounters. He hadn't labeled it at all, but the sight of it still made Cadence swallow nervously.
"Once you see this, I think you'll have a harder time insisting this was
