I woke up angry. I knew it was just a dream, even if the memory had mostly faded away. Something about you flirting with some guy – touching his arm, or smiling when he touched yours. Whatever it was it had my blood boiling.
I rolled over to make sure you were still in bed with me. It was still early so I knew you would be but I wanted the reassurance. I curled in behind you, feeling the warmth of your bare back against my chest. I slid an arm underneath and around you. You muttered a sleepy little noise and snuggled against me.
I knew my anger was unjustified. It was just a dream and I tried not to wake you. I ran a hand over your thigh – I always love feeling the contrast of my rough hands on your smooth skin. It wasn’t really my intention but I found myself pushing your leg up toward your waist, spreading your legs enough to rub in between your thighs.
I ran my hand over the thin fabric of your panties that covered your ass, down your inner thighs, and back up. I moved slow and gentle, careful not to wake you. The feel of your body always helps me relax, helps quiet the frustrations boiling inside my mind.
I slid my hand over your ass again and down between your legs, over your pussy. It’s not unusual for me to play with your body while you sleep and you barely even stirred. You just let out a content little purr and snuggled into me tighter.
Usually playing with you like this settles me, but this morning my mind was racing out of control. A little half-smile played at your lips and I couldn’t stop wondering what you were dreaming of.
Were you having the same dream as I had? Were you dreaming about some other guy? Some fuckwad touching you or you touching him?
I knew it was irrational. It was just a dream and I didn’t even remember what happened in it. But the emotions of it were real. I shouldn’t be angry at you for something you did in a dream but the anger was there regardless.
I pushed you onto your stomach and rolled myself on your back. My one arm slipped around your neck while my other hand pulled your panties to the side. The movement was smooth, natural – it was something I’d done to you many times before.
I was halfway inside you before your eyes shot open. The panic of waking up to pain and violation flooding your face.
“Shhh,” I whispered. “Bite down on the pillow if you need to.”
I shoved myself the rest of the way inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and a single tear squeaked out. I thrust into you again, harder this time.
“Just take it,” I whispered in your ear. “Be a good girl for me and take it.”
I thrust into you again. And again. And again.
You bit the pillow hard, using it to muffle your own scream. I wrapped both arms around your head and pressed my lips against your ear. I let the weight of my entire body pin you into the mattress as I worked my hips, thrusting long, forceful strokes. I planted my knees into the mattress between your legs and slammed my body into yours. The bed groaned and squeaked as our bodies rocked together with each thrust.
“You are mine. You understand? You belong to me and me alone! You are mine. No one gets you but me. I have you and I’m not letting you go.”
I kept up the chant as I slammed into you again and again. “Mine. Just mine. All mine.”
As I came closer to the edge my thrusts become more brutal, my growled chant became rougher. “Mine. All mine. You belong to me.” Even through the pillow I could hear your pained grunts with each thrust.
I slammed into you hard as I released my frustration and need inside you. I filled your body with my cum – my claim of you. I leaned my weight into you and ground my dick inside you, milking every drop of cum inside you.
Slowly I relaxed. I felt the tension in my muscles ease as I laid on top of you, resting, still holding your head, my lips against your ear.
“You are all mine. You understand? The pain you feel from this today will be your reminder. Every time you feel that wave of pain you remember that you belong to me.”
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