Changing perspective

I love how fast he can flip my head space. We had literally just had sex; it was late, I was tired. I was sore from having worked out not long before. As he grabbed me off the wall he had fucked me against just a minute earlier and guided me into his office, I didn’t know what was coming until he shoved me hard onto the bed there. It didn’t hurt, but it knocked the breath out of me for a moment. It did stun me for a second though, and while usually that might have sent a thrill through me – I was mostly confused. Until I felt him pin my legs and grope my butt, I didn’t even know what his intention was…but as soon as I felt his fingers pry me open, I started protesting.

“Sorry, it’s just too irresistible.” Just his voice alone had my heart going faster; he was so turned on he was almost growling. I could feel his erection pressing against me, and his words…ugh. At the time they made me quiet, because it was the same message I’ve fantasized about – “Sorry, I just can’t resist fucking you even if you’re saying no.” My denial heard, understood, acknowledged, and rejected because he needed to fuck me, needed to fuck my ass – couldn’t not.

I whimpered though, because it hurt. It hurts the worst when he’s too turned on to grab lube, as he splits me open. That was erotic, but it wasn’t enough to invert my headspace.

“Your ass is MINE to fuck.” And he was really growling then, as he fucked me hard, used me hard. It was then, that, that flipped my headspace inside out. It was that moment that I went from wanting it to be over, wanting it to end, to wanting to endure and get him off because I was –his- and because…well, no. Because I was his. I think I said it out loud. I don’t even know, but it was then that I began to welcome the rough thrusts, the pounding and the pain…welcome isn’t strong enough. Want. Want is a better word. It was then that I started to want it, want him to fuck me as hard as he wanted even though it hurt. Wanted him to use my body to find his pleasure, his orgasm. Struggled to accommodate, to give him the angle into my body that I knew he wanted.

I didn’t come. It wasn’t about that. But it was intensely erotic, and feeling his heartbeat against my back as he recovered after coming…

It was so hot. It was so exactly how I want him to use me because it was exactly what I didn’t want and exactly what he wanted.