A fantasy
She was half asleep when he got into bed next to her. It was way after midnight and she came upstairs about half an hour earlier after she had woken up on the couch. He told her to go to bed and said he would follow her soon. Rebel sighed when she slipped her hand into his, content that her husband was next to her. She always had trouble sleeping when he was not in bed with her.
She mumbled “good night” and gave her husband a kiss before she found the favorite spot on her pillow. Her hand was still in his. Rebel felt herself drifting off to sleep. Her consciousness was barely registering the movement next to her. She struggled to open her eyes when she felt the rush of cold air over her naked body. Instinctively her hand searched for the duvet, thinking her husband must have accidentally pulled it off.
Suddenly she was wide awake. She was harshly pushed to roll onto her back. With his knee her husband forced her legs apart. His upper thighs pressed against her legs, keeping them apart. With one hard thrust and surprising force he pushed himself all the way into her. It hurt. Rebel pushed against his stomach, trying to get him to move slower. He grabbed her hands and held them firmly above her head, still slamming his rigid cock into her.
Rebel tried to squirm away from him, to ease the pain in her loins.
“Stay still, bitch,” he hissed and bent down to bite her nipples. Hard.
Rebel felt tears in her eyes. But she felt something else too. She was getting wetter. Her tiredness was replaced by horniness. She opened her legs some more, trying to meet his thrusts to make it hurt less. It only resulted in him pounding harder into her. Rebel wanted him to slow down. She moaned, asked him to slow down. He ignored her. And climaxed.
He collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. Rebel rolled towards him. She was horny. She longed for his hands on her body, for him to make her climax. He leaned towards her and gave her a kiss.
“Sleep well, my love,” he said.
It was quiet for a while. Then Rebel dared to speak.
“But…”
“No. You’re my slut and I will use you in any way I desire whenever I want to. Now go to sleep.”
Rebel turned over, but was still awake long after her husband had drifted off to sleep. She was horny. She was used. She was happy.
© Rebel’s Notes
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was #happy.
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