Casual Denial Novels & Stories

I looked into his eyes. "It's Pleasure. I don't usually get hurt for punishment. I try to be as good as I can. Usually his form of punishment is to deny me pleasure. I can't... well... you know..." I blush, unable to form the words. "Cum?" Holden asks, smirking. I nod. "Yeah." He chuckles. "That's one of my favourite pastimes! Orgasm denial is rather enjoyable for the man."

"We're expected home before noon." I spare a glance at my Ardie-Malone wristwatch and smile because I'm certain that won't even be possible. "Of course," Kedar replies and put his stupid ass in a chair. Salzar stands up; he picks up a sheet of paper from the big desk in the room and hands it over to his grandson. "You can proceed with the rejection. Everything required is here: two witnesses, but you have more than that, so it's clear. I believe Miss. Hamilton is ready to accept once you're done?" He turns to me and I give him a curt nod.

Huh? ~~~~~~~~~~~ I sigh heavily as I slam the car door. "What's up big bro?" Jack asked, "did she reject you? I knew it!" "No she didn't, she accepted." I said as I crossed my arms. "Oh she did? Why are you sad then?" "Cause I got a detention slip!" "So?" I huffed loudly as I rolled my eyes. Why are my brothers so dumb? "Fred will ground him, which means he won't be able to attend his date." Zack said.

That’s what I know from our mother, dearest. All the council members looked at us full of judgment. The five of us held each other’s hand while looking straight at the council and trying to be tough and calm. “You have 5 minutes to explain yourselves.” Juno, one of the council, spoke calmly. Five minutes? Seriously? I frowned. “We don’t have to explain ourselves anymore because you already know what we did and there’s no use explaining our side because it was the truth. We will accept all your punishment towards us.” Demonise said nonchalantly and we let out a sigh.

Casual death window. I hang up and blink at the hotdog like it betrayed me. My hands are clammy and I can feel Emily’s eyes burning into my soul. “Who was that?” she says, suspicious. “No one,” I chirp, trying to make my voice sound normal. It comes out about two octaves too high. “Just a spa appointment.” Emily lifts an eyebrow so sharp it could slice cheese. “Spa appointments now go by aliases?” “It’s… a niche spa. Underground. Very exclusive.”

“I distracted you?” “Yes.” I point accusingly. “If you don’t use this place for your secret sexcapades,” I say, deliberately emphasizing the word again, “then why did you hesitate when I suggested it?” “Because your sentence structure and choice of words were deeply concerning.” “Aha.” I point at him again. “That is not a denial.” “It is absolutely a denial.” “You’re deflecting.” “You make that sound like an offense.” “It feels criminal.” Damon drags a hand slowly down his face.

As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl: > PAYMENT REQUIRED FROM EACH PARTICIPANT. > FALSEHOODS WILL BE REJECTED. > REPETITIONS WILL BE DEVOLVED TO VOID. “Devolved to void,” I repeated. “That sounds friendly.” Jax exhaled. “So no half-assed ‘I regret that haircut in ninth grade’ jokes.” “Would you?” I asked. He hesitated. “No,” he admitted. “Just… buying myself ten more seconds of denial.” “We go one by one,” the older woman said. “No way around it.”

The sooner the better. “You’re 5 minutes late, accountant. Do you have a reasonable explanation?” Denzel asked with his head still buried into the business he was doing. It seemed like he was barely even acknowledging her presence. He had only noticed her by her scent. “I’m…I’m sorry…” Kiara stuttered as she stood at the door of his office. Not because she was scared of him but because she was startled at how casual he was being with her. “I’m sorry is not a proper explanation.” Denzel countered.

“Please. I’m just speaking the truth. The boy’s got it bad.” I shook my head stubbornly. “You guys are so wrong about this.” Gladz leaned in, her smirk widening. “But what if we’re not?” I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Then maybe I’ll believe you. But until then, please drop it.” Mica sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart like she was mourning a great loss. “Fine. We’ll let you live in denial for now.” Cassie smirked. “But we’ll be here when you realize we were right all along.”

“So I’ll get straight to the point. We’ve been monitoring the two of you for some time now. We have gathered solid evidence that both of you have been engaging in inappropriate behavior during office hours, neglecting your duties to have intimate relations in the office basement. That behavior is shameful and unprofessional. It tarnishes the reputation of this institution.” I stood there numb, trying to absorb his words. “Therefore,” he continued, “the decision has been made: you are both terminated from this company, effective immediately. Do not report to work tomorrow. That will be all.” It felt like the world was collapsing around me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I was shocked,