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 an innocent, virginal woman in her late teens, and involves elements of BDSM, including bondage, spanking, humiliation, and so forth. IT 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, consent is required.
Coercive BDSM as depicted within is a heinous crime. Read at your own risk.
SATURDAY NIGHT
Cadence sighed, lifting her arms above her head in a long, satisfying stretch. It was nearly midnight, and she had enjoyed a long, productive day of studying and cleaning to prepare for the week ahead. She had commandeered the kitchen as her home base, hunkering down with her laptop, textbooks, and some snacks, and settling into her rare solitude with almost an almost defiant relish.
It was her first Saturday night with her house to herself in almost a month. She had found reasons to leave almost every weekend previously, just to avoid David.
For most of her life, Cadence Clark and her mother had lived alone. Laura Clark had been impregnated by her high school boyfriend at age fifteen. Her parents packed their daughter up and swept her off to an upstate, heirloom ranch that their family used for embarrassing occasions like teen pregnancy, nervous breakdowns, and prolonged illnesses. For how scandalous teen motherhood was in affluent families, it happened an awful lot. Laura actually marked the third generation on her mother's side to have a child before she graduated high school.
Cadence's grandparents wanted to break with cycle with their granddaughter, so they had more or less raised her at the ranch while Laura was allowed to continue living her life as a teenager. She was able to attend college, get her law degree, and join a lucrative firm. She "took over" raising Cadence once she was established, but Cadence was already fifteen by then. She more or less raised herself through high school, studying hard, and earning her way into a good college with stellar grades and a busy schedule of extracurriculars. Her mother praised her and bragged to all of her friends about how self-sufficient Cadence was, never really acknowledging how little she herself had to do with that.
Cadence knew she should consider herself lucky. She never really knew her father - his name, but little else. He showed no apparent remorse when Laura moved away with their daughter, and had never made an attempt to contact her since. Still, she she knew she had far more opportunities than most children of teenage mothers did. Unfortunately, her mother's habit for cycling rapidly through a series of unpleasant, unstable boyfriends showed no signs of slowing.
David was the most recent in this cycle, and possibly the most unstable. Something about the way he looked at Cadence made her skin crawl. She and her mother had always lived comfortably together, often walking around the house in t-shirts and panties and nothing else. Most of Laura's boyfriends took her out on dates, or kept her at their place, uncomfortable with Cadence's presence as a miniature, younger version of her mother. They did look a lot alike - smooth, pale skin; large, blue eyes; and a heart-shaped face framed by a long curtain of auburn hair. But where Laura was a curvaceous, bold, confident woman, Cadence was slim, small, and often timid. Still so much a girl in so many ways, despite celebrating her eighteenth birthday a few months after graduating high school.
David was the first who really didn't seem to see their similarities, or Cadence's age, as a problem. He was on the younger side of the men Laura dated. He was three years out of college, but hadn't quite graduated from the college-boy mentality yet. Cadence suspected Laura enjoyed that, given how stressful her work had been lately. David barely even had a place of his own - something Laura would never have tolerated, previously. Something about him broke all of her mother's old rules, though, so David practically lived with them now. He'd been here nearly every weekend, even if Laura wasn't. Cadence had taken to studying at the library, or her friends' houses, but it wasn't as comfortable or productive as working at home. And she had midterms coming up - her first at university, ever. To say she was stressed was an understatement, and she hadn't been able to hide her relief when Laura informed her that David was going out with some old college buddies and wouldn't be home until late.
Cadence wanted to finish before he got home. She'd gotten comfortable enough to strip out of her pajama pants and wander around in her tank top and spanx. But she figured David would be drunk, and that wouldn't help his inhibitions.
She blinked, sighed, and checked the clock on her laptop. She had spaced out so much ruminating about David that it was now after midnight. She started gathering up her things, closing her laptop and shoving her books into her bag. She tidied up the counters, rinsed some dishes, and was just gathering up the last of her things when she heard the front door open and close. She winced as she heard David's boots cross the entryway, and his keys hit the table in the foyer.
"Anybody home?" he called out. His words didn't slur, his step was sure. He was sober. For a moment, Cadence considered hiding, or making a run for the family room down the hall - but he'd be heading into the kitchen next, and there was only one hallway. She glanced down at the bundle in her arms - which included her pajama pants - and dropped it back on the counter. She snatched her pants, shaking them out and trying to step into them. Maybe, since he was sober, and if she got her damn pants back on -
David rounded the corner into the kitchen at that moment, catching her with one leg in her pants, and one leg out.
"Did I miss the show?" David asked, smirking. He clearly wasn't drunk - Cadence assumed he had been the designated driver. But there was something
off
about him. There was a hunger in his eyes she had never seen before.
Cadence thought for a second about what kind of night he might have had. His single, drunk buddies had probably all found wasted girls to take advantage of, and left him, alone, restless, and still aching for release. Laura was working overtime this weekend on a particularly nasty divorce case. It was likely she wouldn't even come home.
Cadence suddenly wished she had decided to hide.
"Sorry," she said. "It's late, I lost track of time."
"Don't stop on my account, little girl. You should be comfortable." He was smiling as he said this, glancing at her naked legs, but then he looked her square in the eyes. His tone changed, became harder.
"Take them off."
The sharp turn startled Cadence. Her face flushed and her heart began to pound. David noticed her blush and chuckled, gazing at her with a mixture of heat and humor that sent a shiver down her spine. Something else happened, too - a curling in her belly, and a tingle a little further down. She willed it away. David was a good-looking guy, almost closer to her age than her mother's - but no. She couldn't even go there.
"I was putting them back on, actually. I had to do a lot of studying, and it got warm, so I took them off, but now you're here, and I'm cold again, and I'm going to bed, so I should really put my pajamas back on instead of taking them off, because pajamas are made for sleeping in, and -" She caught herself babbling and gave a quick, anxious laugh.
"You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?" He was still staring at her, one eyebrow cocked appreciatively as his eyes swept up and down the length of her body.
"Um, thanks, I guess."
"Laura never gets nervous like that," he said.
"Yeah, well." She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot through the second leg of her pants, finally. "I'm not my mother."
"You look so much like her," David said, "but I'm sure you hear that all the time."
