Yielding

I'm exhausted.

No, scratch that, I'm beyond exhausted, well into walking dead state, complete with zombie moans and regular head thumps into convenient objects like tables, walls, and steering wheels. Don't worry, I hadn't actually started driving yet. I can't seem to catch enough sleep.

Thankfully my husband knows that it doesn't matter how exhausted I am, I am up for sex. I need sex as much as I need sleep, and so even when I don't want it on the surface due to exhaustion, I still need it. Disclaimer: This is just me, and not a statement of how anyone else feels.

So last night he spanked me, flogged me a bit, spanked me again.

He took my hand and put it on his hard cock. "You make me so hard, did you know that?" he asked hotly into my ear. I moaned softly, letting my fingers dance over his skin, rubbing up and down with my palm. Too tired to do much else. He asked me a bunch of questions, wanting to know what was going on in my head, where I wanted his cock, how I wanted it. Not really enough alert brain cells to have anything at all going on in my head, I was just reacting. "Mine to fuck!" he kept saying whenever I would pull away a bit. Actually the need to yield to him despite how tired I was was turning me on quite a lot.

Somewhere he asked me "Do you know why I am going to fuck you?"

I shook my head, I'm not sure if I knew my own name at that point.

"Because you're a slut."

I whimpered in response to that, and he said "Yeah, that's right, just a slut who loves her cock."

Disjointed awareness and even worse recall means the next thing I knew he was on top of me and fucking into my face. He pulled away and I realize now that it was so he wouldn't hit his head on the wall, but at the time I thought he was teasing me. I made a noise of loss and scooted down the bed after him to recapture that lovely hard cock in my mouth. Still exhausted, but his cock was overwhelming my senses and I wanted it badly. He balanced himself above me so I could lift my head and take him into my throat, which I did, over and over and over, grabbing his slim hips and pulling him into my face, gasping and coughing when I pulled away for air.

He slid down my body and rubbed his cock against my pussy. "Oh look, I've found a nice wet pussy here. I think I'll fuck it too." He pressed the head inside me and I gasped. "Yeah. Just. Like. This," he said, slowly pressing in with each word until he was buried all the way inside me. I groaned and arched into him, making lots of little breathless noises.

And he fucked me. Hard and fast sometimes, so fast I could barely register the sensations. Not my preferred speed but none of this was about me. Slow and grinding other times, while he talked to me, told me how much he liked fucking me. "Feels so good, baby. Lovely holes for me to fuck. That's what you are, isn't it, just holes for me to fuck?"

The heat of that question branded itself into my brain and a little shriek came out of me while I nodded and said "Yesyesyes, all for you."

I had been exhausted when he started and I was wearing even further down as he continued, thrusting endlessly. At one point he grabbed both of my nipples between his fingers and he squeezed, hard, and held on as he kept fucking me. I screamed, the pain waking me up enough to buck under him. "Oh God, it hurts it hurts it hurts," I whimpered.

"Mmmm, I know," he said, squeezing still, obviously enjoying the way I was moving under him and the fact that I did not try to dislodge his fingers despite my evident pain. "Mine," he whispered when he finally let them go.

I moved under him now, not wanting a repeat of the nipple torture, and moments slipped away as we bucked against each other. At length he asked me "Have I worn out your pussy yet?"

I nodded, my arousal and my exhaustion fogging my abilities of perception. The hard and fast thrusting had particularly worn me out.

"Mmm, guess I'll fuck your ass then," he said.

Oh, shit, no. Too tired for that, although I was technically prepared. Surely he wouldn't? No, he's just fucking with my head, right? I shook my head a little.

"Yes I will," he said, rolling off of me toward the nightstand. "Your ass doesn't get fucked nearly enough." I pulled the sheet over my face, whimpering. "Are you trying to hide from me?" he asked.

"Nuh-uh," I said. preparing myself mentally. I love anal so much but it's particularly difficult to relax enough when I'm so tired, which is funny in a way. Knowing he was going to do it regardless of how I felt about it just made it that much more of a turn-on.

I felt his fingers, slick with lube, probing my ass. I groaned. "Yeah, baby, you can take it, it's okay."

His cock pressed against me, and it felt enormous. He didn't press it in immediately, just pushed it against me. "How's that cock feel to you?" he asked.

I started squirming away, unreasonably afraid. "Enormous," I replied.

His hand grasped my hip and pulled me back toward him. "Mine!" he claimed me as his cock began its journey into my ass. I grunted at the first penetration and slapped the bed over and over, moaning. "Oh yeah, that's right, mine to fuck," he groaned, clearly enjoying himself.

I was having a hard time adjusting and I just kept crying out softly and hitting the bed as he pressed deeper and deeper. "Tell me you want it, baby," he said, his grip tightening on my hip and pulling me back onto him.

"I can't, I can't, I can't," I gasped out, my foot joining my hand in spastic movements.

"Oh sure you can, baby, that's what your ass is for," he assured me, finally pressing all the way in and just pressing into me over and over. "For me to fuck."

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, the words searing me again and creating a heat in the pit of my stomach. I relaxed in his ownership of my body, yielding completely to his dominance, and the discomfort lessened and my arousal was once again paramount.

"So good," I finally said, as I felt how amazing this was, the connection between us, emotionally as well as the more obvious physical one. He moved slowly inside me and I rocked with him. I spread my legs and his fingers found their way inside my pussy, filling me up as his thumb rocked against my clit.

Amazing. It felt amazing.

"Gonna come in your ass, baby," he said at length, pulling me back against his body and moaning loudly with his final few thrusts. I pressed my heel into his ass to help press his cock deeply into my ass as he shook.

After, he got me a cup of water, which I drank right down.

I don't remember what happened after the water. I don't remember falling asleep. I know I slept hard and deeply.

I just remember the alarm going off this morning, much much too soon.

Too bad yielding to the other pressures of life can't have such a glorious conclusion.