A fantasy from the darkness, a fragment caught on waking.
She nestled in the bed between sleep and waking. Her body curled up tightly. Her Master’s hands reached from behind her, grasping her hip. Without warning he moved over her and pushed his erect penis inside her. She moaned a wordless sound of protest and sleepily tried to escape his grip. He held her tighter his hips thrusting, driving himself deeply inside her. Each stroke made her gasp and she curled her arms across her belly as though to prevent his cock forcing it’s way right through her body.
He continued to fuck her, his body over hers, repeatedly filling her with his erection, slamming against her cervix. She moaned with discomfort at each stroke even as her hips pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, inviting his possession. She was lost in the sensation. she heard herself whispering “yes, yes” as he drove his cock deep into her as hard as he could.
The rhythm changed as he neared his release, and she savoured each stroke as his voice cried out inarticulately with pleasure. he collapsed then, his body draped over her, holding her immobile.
She breathed deeply, gathering herself after the onslaught. She was aware of him still inside her pussy, and of her own dampness, her helpless response to his lust. He pulled out then and rolled away and she turned to follow him pressing her breasts against his back, pushing her hips towards him.
“Master, may I cum?”
“No”, his voice was curt, “be silent and go back to sleep slut.”
Frustrated still, she obeyed.