Preface: This story is about consensual non-consent - actual non-consent is abhorrent to me. Characters are over 18.
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A couple had been flirting with the idea of giving life to one of their darker shared sexual musings. Like many taboo subjects they danced around it, hinted with playful banter, all the while maintaining plausible deniability in case the other balked. The following is what happens when things finally get real.
"I know, I know I'm late again...on my way" I immediately say as I pick up the phone. He hasn't been pleased with my crazy work hours lately and I was preemptively diffusing a mood. He surprised me by saying that was okay, I was going to pay for it when I got home. There was a tone in his voice I'd never heard before, a tone that I could feel inside me. But then it was gone...he joked about using me for stress relief and I figured I'd imagined it. He's so handsome and great in bed, but aggressive he's not. I was sure he was just being silly.
"You know you'd be running a huge risk of the neighbors hearing me scream. Although I'm sure you've thought of that and would have some way to keep me quiet."
Playing or not I certainly wasn't going to let teasing go unappreciated.
"The struggle would be real, adrenaline and fear could make me hard to subdue. Although if you overpowered me right away and forced yourself on me no matter how hard I struggled I'd be at your mercy. You could do anything to me and I wouldn't be able to stop you."
We both laughed before hanging up.
I walk in the house and before I could say hello he has me pushed up against the wall, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he lifts my skirt and yanks my panties down to mid thigh. I was shocked, what was happening?
Confused, embarrassed, exposed, and unsure if this was play or if I was in real danger. Ashamed that with his fingers jammed deep in my pussy he knew exactly how wet I was already. Despite my attempts to defend myself my own body was betraying me.
I thought I wanted this. But did I?
He grabs a fistful of my long hair and forces me to the ground...
His full weight bearing down on me, his left hand between my legs, fingering me hard enough to make me gasp as he clamps his right hand around my throat, tight enough to stop me from struggling. I could feel his hard cock straining against my thigh...his breathing heavier now and I can feel it hot on my face.
I looked up at him for the first time since he violated my shamefully wet cunt with his fingers as if he owned it. There's an intensity in his face that both scares me and makes my pussy twitch.. When he tells me to pull my shirt up he made it clear I'd better not make him ask twice.
My hands shaking from fear and arousal which I desperately try to will away, silently ordering my body to stop responding to him, but it's useless. When his palm brushes roughly against my now aching clit I involuntarily buck up against him and whimper almost imperceptibly.
Almost imperceptible. He noticed.