Caging Cadence Ch. 04

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).

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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.

This command was considerably less effective than he had hoped, as it was immediately followed with a deep, primal groan. Cadence had successfully freed his cock, completely ignoring his harsh grip on her hair. Her adrenaline must have been through the roof, her need for approval and affection sky-high after her day of prolonged torture. She wasted no time, her lips popping open, her tongue snaking out to wet them - and then making the very short leap to the head of his hard cock.

"Fuck, Cadence," he grunted, groaning as she quested downward, her lips automatically protecting his shaft from her teeth, her tongue swirling uncertainly against his skin. She moaned when he voiced his approval, making his hips buck. She couldn't take him all the way, not yet, but she was more confident than the last time she had blown him, more comfortable with the basic mechanics. She sucked hard, her hand closing gingerly around the part of him she couldn't fit between her lips.

"Squeeze harder."

He found himself instructing her without meaning to. He was supposed to be stopping her.

She obeyed, her slim fingers forming a tight ring around the base of his cock. She worked his shaft up and down, her wet mouth keeping pace, gagging just a little when his cock neared her throat. David's hips bucked again, fucking harder into her mouth, pressing her head down into his lap.

She gagged for real again, but he didn't feel her try to pull away. She whimpered a little, breathing hard through her nose, her eyes watering. He tried to read her expression, but that was proving difficult when her cheeks were bulging with cock. He didn't even have to push again - she dropped her head and tried to take him further down of her own volition.

David's eyes rolled back, his breath pushing out in a shocked gasp. He felt the very tip of his cock touch the opening of Cadence's tight throat before she gagged hard, pulling away quickly, coughing. She stared up at him with watering eyes, her cheeks red from the effort of pleasing him. There was desperation in her stare, a heady need that struck an unfamiliar terror in David's heart.

"Wait," he whispered, trying again to steer her actions, "slow down, Cadence. Stop."

Her only acknowledgment was to tear her eyes away from his and renew her attack on his hard length, suppressing her coughs. David's jaw cracked open in spite of himself, his head falling back onto Laura's pillows.

They were in her mother's bed. She seemed totally unperturbed by that at the moment.

Who was she? What had happened to all of her fight, her anger? Could it really be over?

Cadence increased the tempo of her strokes, clearly intent on making him come.

"God...fucking...dammit," David cursed, his face screwing up with the effort of resisting her ministrations. Her blowjob was starting to feel really, really good, in that way that signaled his impending orgasm. He had never come so quickly from oral, had never felt so helpless and vulnerable under a woman's sexual labors.

Her auburn head bobbed up and down on his cock, her tongue laving across every inch it could reach. David panted, his hips humping upward involuntarily, urging her to take him further. He put his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down. She choked, pushing up against his palm, but he kept her pressed against his crotch, forcing her to keep him inside.

When he finally let her back up, she was choking, gasping for air. She took a long, deep breath, then shot him a look. It was full of fury. He settled back, expecting things to cease naturally after he was so blatantly cruel to her, after she looked at him with such loathing -

But he didn't expect her to go back down.

"Cadence, no!" he growled, gripping her shoulders tightly. She clung hard to him, her nails digging into the flesh on his hips, her cheeks sucking in his cock and her tongue swirling around the head, coaxing him into surrendering.

"Shit..." David gasped, his hips bucking upwards again. Cadence bore down, pressing against him with all of her (rather feeble) strength. She stroked him relentlessly, pushing him further and further, until it seemed inevitable -

"Damn it - no -" he growled, trying to resist her. "Not - like - this -"

She ignored him entirely, stroking him faster, coaxing him towards orgasm. He groaned, his head falling back, his body going limp. He let her pin him down, let her keep control. He thrust up between her soft, wet lips, all of his resistance melting away, desperate for that exquisite release -

Then, suddenly, her mouth was missing. He mourned the loss of its wet, wonderful warmth silently, craning his neck down to see what had interrupted Cadence's mission to make him come. She was gripping his cock tightly in one hand, stroking it lightly, while she climbed up onto him, straddling his lap, her legs spread wide, exposing her wet, aching slit to his hard cock.

He groaned, unable to believe what he was seeing, just barely catching her and holding her still as she started to lower herself down onto him.

He wasn't inside her. Yet.

It was a very, very close thing. He could feel the heat from her, feel her wetness dripping down onto his dick.

Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to let go of her, to let her drop down onto him, to thrust himself inside.

"Stop," he snapped, gritting his teeth.

She stared at him with that reproachful, entitled look again, as if he weren't allowed to say no.

He moved to lift her away and she struggled hard against him, her hips rocking, bringing her warm wetness dangerously close to his cock with every defiant wriggle. David's heart thumped in his chest.

He gritted his teeth and gripped her arms more harshly, then lurched upwards and forwards, crossing his legs, forcing her back, holding onto her tightly. He was sitting up now, holding onto her wrists, keeping her pulled close to him. They were no longer in immediate danger of fucking, though his cock was still achingly hard, and he could feel her wetness seeping into his leg. Their faces were only an inch or two apart. She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes narrowed, burning into his - with what, he was struggling to identify. He felt off-center again. He didn't like it.

"What are you doing? What is this?" He tried to sound stern, but he knew it came out more confused than anything.

"What you want," she spat back, her jaw clenched. "Just take it already. Fuck me."

He couldn't read her. Was she angry that he had stopped her, that he was in control again...or both?

"Eager all the sudden, aren't you, princess?"

He watched her closely. Something hot and spiteful flickered in her eyes, then was immediately repressed. Her brow furrowed, her lower lip trembled, and she dropped her gaze. She was good - but it was just a little too exaggerated, like her dirty talk earlier in the day.

"I'm tired of fighting," she said softly.

He stared at her, face impassive. "Really?"

"Yes," she whispered, unable to keep a defiant note out of her tone.

He snorted. "Right. So you're all mine, then? I can do whatever I want to you - you'll do whatever I say?"

She nodded quickly - too quickly.

He twisted her arms, pulling them roughly so they were pinioned behind her back. She took a sharp breath through her teeth, pouty expression twisting as he yanked on her shoulders cruelly.

"I can hurt you as much as I want?"

"That's not what I said - agh! Fuck!"

He had jerked her arm up towards her shoulder blades. Her eyes watered as she regarded him pleadingly.

She shook her head, chin quivering. "Please stop," she cried.

He gave her some slack, switching his grip so that he was holding her wrists with one hand. It wasn't very tight, but she didn't struggle. He took her chin in his other hand, lifting her face towards his.

"Kiss me again," he ordered. "Like before. Like you mean it."

She pressed her lips against his, hesitating for half a second. He could tell her heart wasn't really in it. If he demanded it, she didn't want it.

He pulled back, shaking his head sadly. "Why are you lying to me, Cadence?"

Her upper lip curled. "I'm not -"

He opened his palm and struck her across the cheek. She winced, gritting her teeth, shooting him a dark glare.

There was the Cadence he knew, the Cadence he wanted desperately to break. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of claiming her hollow surrender. He put his hand around her throat, not squeezing yet, just holding her in place.

"You haven't learned a goddamn thing all day, have you?" David growled. "I know you, Cadence. You can't fool me." Ignoring that she had fooled him - for just a moment. "Drop the act. What is this really about? Be honest."

Her eyelids fluttered, nearly closing, then opening again. She swayed in his arms, her fingers twitching as he held her wrists in place. The next look she fixed him with was full of genuine despair. He didn't think he had ever seen her sadder, more defeated.

But when she spoke, her voice was steady, almost cutting.

"I just want this all to be over," she said plainly, "so I can kick your ass out."

He laughed - she was always so mouthy, so determined to piss him off, to provoke him. He suspected there was a part of her that delighted in it, that wanted him to push back, to pin her down, to make her his. She wasn't the type to stand willingly beneath the whip - she had to be dragged to the stocks, kicking and screaming the whole way.

Maybe that made it easier for her to swallow how much pain and degradation turned her on.

"Not yet," he whispered. "I guess I can't blame you for trying, though. Even if I'd taken you up on your generous offer, it wouldn't have meant the end for you and me. Just would've meant your cunt would hurt even more when I leave."

She blushed, her chest heaving. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head, silencing her with a look.

"Now your punishment for being a filthy little liar is going to be twice as bad. I hope that's what you were going for."

"Wait, David -"

He released one of her hands and slapped her across the face again. She brought her hand up automatically to block him, but he swatted her away easily, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were watering, her cheek was red, and she twisted in his grasp as he spoke over her.

"It's 'sir', Cadence. How many times do I have to tell you that? The next time you call me by my first name, I'm clamping your tongue with a clothespin. Understand?"

Her mouth dropped open in surprise. He grinned.

"I can get really creative with clothespins, actually. Maybe I'll add that to your punishment. Let's go." He started to stand up, dragging her with him.

She made a valiant effort to get away, tucking her legs up and trying to force her feet between them, pushing into his stomach with her heels. He dodged back, clamping down on her arm, the fingers of his other hand tangling in the front of her hair and pulling.

The slick bedsheets and her struggles made it hard to get a good grip, and he yanked harder than he meant to as they tumbled back down onto the mattress. Cadence yelped, suddenly freezing. He pulled his hand away from her head, looking down at the long, delicate strands of red hair he had ripped out. It wasn't very much hair, but still - he hadn't meant to.

"Sorry," he said, unthinking.

"Fuck you, David," she spat, suddenly venomous.

He regretted his apology immediately. "Seriously? What did I just say?"

She shot him a scathing look, her jaw clenched. "You don't care if you hurt me, so don't apologize."

"I don't care if I hurt you? Really? That's what you think?" He laughed. "Okay. I've tried to show you otherwise, but I guess you're too stupid to see it. Might as well stop trying."

He stood up and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her into the air. She screamed, kicking out, fists flailing.

He dropped her on the floor.

She wasn't expecting it. Her injured ankle twisted beneath her for the second time that day. She gasped and winced, curling up and panting.

David loomed above her. He pressed his foot down onto the back of her head, forcing her face into the carpet. That felt good. She stopped struggling, the rest of her body going flat and limp, waiting for him to release the pressure on her head.

"You have another choice to make, Cadence," he said coolly, staring at her prone body beneath him. Her hair was spread out in a haphazard fan against the floor, exposing the back of her slender, pale neck. Her slim fingers were digging into the carpet, as if she were gripping onto the floor for support. Her legs were coiled underneath her.

He felt so powerful then. It wouldn't take much to crush her, to end it all, right then and there. It scared him, just a little, that the thought made him hard. Cadence made him crazy. He was a man undone, civility and social norms dropping away to reveal the animal within.