Consensual Non Consentual Novels & Stories

“Did that ex-girlfriend also make him rape you?” “It wasn’t like that. I consented.” “Did you want to consent form the beginning?” “Not really.” “Dear, forced consent is not consent. If you consent to protect yourself, it is not consent. We need to go and report this guy before he does something terrible to you.” “You talk about him like he is a dangerous criminal.”

She can never find out this side of me or she will probably hate me too and consider me like all the others. I am nothing like them. I like to control, hurt, and punish my sub but there are three clear, distinctive differences between me and them. I only do this to women who actually want this, need it, and desire it. Women who seek pleasure from the pain. The absolute non negotiable rule I have when spending a night with someone is consent. Something my mate has been stripped off of and had it taken away from her against her will. The second thing is I would never cross my limit and hurt them beyond what they can handle.

“For six months. Let me play with you and your body.” “What do you want in return?” I asked, crossing my arms and trying to be brave and make a fair deal with the devil. “I know you’re not nice enough to just give me a million dollars just for being an ambassador or… or rough sex.” He chuckled. It was dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, call it what it is. Consensual non-consent. Rape fantasy.” I shivered. “I will be your fake boyfriend and pretend to be your doting and loving partner in public. But behind the closed doors, you’ll be my good little slut.”

"You're better than those men. And all it takes is consent , right?" "It doesn't matter. It would still label me as a pedo-" "Please don't say that word again!" I interjected with a strong voice. "Max," For the first time, Amanda touched me. Her beautiful fingers curled around my biceps as she spoke, her gaze pierced deep in mine. "I'm not that word, so please, don't turn me into one. I can't date you.It doesn't matter if you consented or not. I still can't do that."

I warn taking the plate he offers me. He chuckles. “There is no way I’m not fucking you as often as I can. It’s more that I want to have a CNC relationship with you. Do you know what that is?” Shane questions as he takes his seat. I shake my head no. “It’s consent non consent meaning you submit to me as the dominant one in the relationship, and are okay with me touching you whenever and where I want. If you do feel uncomfortable for any reason you need to let me know. Communication is important in this type of sexual relationship. Are you alright with this?”

They all had the audacity to look pained and regretful. “That was truly an honest mixup. We thought you were a present Dax prepared. And before you assume the worst, we don’t rape women or touch them without their consent, it’s why it’s usually between us and a willing participant who already consented before hand that she’ll role play a scared, unwilling person.” He continued and my mind reeled a little as I listened to him, slowly understanding what he meant. “So that is a kind of kink? Like… consent-nonconsent?” I asked carefully and they all nodded at once in agreement.

He can't use my son to force me, so I will fight back. "You used to love fucking me." "Used to; that was before I found out you were married, with two kids and were a narcissistic, rapist cunt." "I didn't rape you, you consented." My eyes glance out of the restaurant window. "Consent is when you say yes willingly, without coercion, or blackmail, you did blackmail me, so it was classed as rape." I lean back as the woman places down the food; smiling, she walks away. "You wanted to agree; you were just too scared to and needed a little push."

Those words hit him where he had vowed to never let in anyone. His heart. ___________________________________ Do remember guys, the story contains Dubious consent which I already mentioned before, it could come in many forms. Manipulation, taking advantage, or using coercion ways, you could get the consent but it would be dubious. So please refrain yourself from reading further if this concerns you. I tried writing a soft chapter as I noticed the story had been too dark from the start. Till the next adios

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Heath stared at him trying to determine if the vampire was trying to help or had insulted him. “You can go ahead and apply the werewolf interpretation of consent all you’d like when you f-k a werewolf woman, but if you’re f-king a non-werewolf, you respect that person’s definition of what is consent, and what is not.” Aislen shifted and almost spilled her wine, sucking it off her knuckles absentmindedly, her attention on her argument, and it was an argument, he admitted to himself, she was fired up about it.