Novel & Cerita Non Consensual

"That's what 'breach of contract' means." "You can always say no," Damian corrected. "This clause doesn't override your consent. If you genuinely don't want to sleep with me, then don't. But if you're saying no just to maintain some illusion of control, just to prove you're not affected by this—" his hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my cheekbone, "—then yes, I'm asking you not to do that." I should have stepped back. Should have put distance between us. But I couldn't seem to move.

"Damon Jones, can you read the eleventh item on the board?" Maybe she didn't have a special ability, but she sure knew how to scare the shit out of a person. "Uh..." My sight quickly darted to the board. I didn't realize my palms were sweating till I slid them over the cuboid-like leather arms of the couch. "Rules..." My mind read the rest of the heading. "Number eleven; Non-consensual sex within the gang is prohibited and punishable." Okay... I think Camilla is in big trouble. My eyes quickly darted through the twenty rules written on the huge board. Most of them were regular rules.

I whispered. “Sorry. I just don’t wanna lie.” He said so I moved back on my chair. When he noticed that, he raised his brow and stepped back to give me space. “I won’t force you, though. Proper consent is a must. I’m sure you know that, you’re a hot law student.” “And you really think I’d give you my permission?” He shrugged his shoulders confidently. “We can’t tell.” he looked at me while sipping on his drink.

I didn’t like it. So, I looked up, decision made. “Unless you give me a very good reason not to, I’m going.” Isaac’s face crumbled. “I don’t want to have to hit you to keep up appearances when you inevitably act out there.” I shrugged my shoulders, giving him a sly grin. “It’s only abuse if it’s non consensual. What’s our safeword, sir?” Isaac’s eyes flashed gold, and Benate coughed to cover a laugh.

I blurted and almost stormed there but Alex held my hand. “You can't do that.” “Why not?” I asked him. “Look at her, Alex. She's all bruised and he's trying to force himself on her.” “Yes, but that's okay.” “Are you crazy???” “Look, she'll act not interested and he fucks her anyway. It’s called consensual non-consent.” Oh. “So that's a thing here?” “They're big on it here:” I was getting really uncomfortable watching her groan, moan but not trying to stop him. It's strangely hot, almost primal too.

“Okay. What then? You plan on reporting it or what?” Vincent was taken aback. “No. Why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” She let out a dry laugh. “A teacher and a student having sex at a Halloween party. In what book does that make any moral sense?” He took a steadying breath. “Did you feel forced?” She blinked. “What?” “I said,” he tried again, “At any time when we had sex, did I do anything that felt non-consensual?” She thought about everything from start. From when he had burst into the room and gotten rid of those guys.

Upon wanting to believe him do I move to see something else that was labeled as CNC or Consent Non Consent. Curious, I moved to further read what it truly meant. The example being one if they kidnapped a person against they’re better judgement, and I couldn’t help but snort as I roll carefully my eyes. Typical. A part of me now curious to see how this would fit into the sexual fantasy area as I move to check on maybe.

"She would not. She needs permission. It would infringe on your rights." "No." Conrad shook his head violently. Water flew from his hair. "No, she can do it. She can see. She knows. She probably already knows." "Conrad, you're not making sense." "I am." He gripped the edge of the sink. His knuckles went white. "I'm making perfect sense. You just don't understand. Because you are big and dumb. Consent does not matter when… Consent does not matter when you are cornered." I leaned against the bathroom wall and crossed my arms. This was bad. Worse than I'd realized. Conrad wasn't just high. He was having some kind of breakdown.

“What if you didn’t consent and didn’t stop me but weren’t sleeping?” I blink. “What about you? What if you were awake but didn’t consent and didn't stop me?” “I don’t need to consent if I don’t stop you. It is you after all.” I grin. “Exactly. It is you.” He rests against his table. “I have no words to really explain this.” He points between himself and me. “What do you mean?” “Not consenting can be considered rape and not to mention, It goes against every law and ethic there is.”

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