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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Hmmmm, I have never been in the place you and Mister are, but I could sense your satisfaction even in craving satisfaction x
mmm craving the satisfaction indeed 😉
Rebel xox
Exciting and vividly-written. We love late-night just-before-bed sex, and this story conjures up pleasant memories of the last time we had it!
mmm late night sex is my favorite too!
Wonderfully written. I love the details you put into your writing. Makes it all come to life and seem more than just fantasy. x
Thank you so much luv, I see this as a HUGE compliment!
Rebel xox
Like Molly I can be grumpy in the morning too but I think that I could handle that!!! Mmmmmm!!!
~Mia~ xx
The thought appeals to me more and more, even though I am definitely not a morning sex person either 😉
Rebel xox
Oh yes… now that does sound like happy to me. I love the mornings when he wakes me like this. Even though I am a grumpy morning person it is still the best wake up call EVER.
Mollyxxx
Oh, I am definitely not a morning sexy person, but if He wants to use me like this early morning, I won’t complain 😉
Rebel xox
Luckily I don’t have to suffer that(!), but the dynamic is well understood 🙂
~Kazi xxx
Oh I don’t see it as suffering at all. In fact… the idea appeals to me so very much!
Rebel xox
Ah… the different lives people lead.
If I pulled that with my wife she’d knee me in the groin and yell at me for half an hour while I tried to explain myself.
Isn’t it absolutely lovely that we all lead different kinds of lives? I love it!
And where this was but a fantasy, I have experienced something similar in real life too, not long after I have written this fantasy 😉