Saturday morning

I am sound asleep, I start to wake uncomfortably, there's a hand between my legs and a shadow leaning over me. He tells me to get on my knees. I mumble in my sleep and try to curl back up. He repeats the command at short intervals, grips my hips and turns me swiftly onto my stomach, he nudges my groin with his knee until it starts to hurt and I kneel up. He sighs gently, 

 "There we go"

He pushes inside me. Tight, damp and unaroused. It hurts. I breath deeply into the pillow beneath my face. He fucks me hard, readily, holding me still. I do not move. I do not make a sound. It goes on and on.

He spits onto my bottom and slicks the hole, his fingers push in and spread me out. He tells me what he's going to do. I already know. He slides into my  arse. I moan despite myself. I ask if I can touch myself now. He says I can. His forceful thrusts ache and become a monotonous blend of discomfort and arousal. 

I am close to climax, willing him silently to fill me with pure white ghosts. He takes a sharp breath and moans and I push back against him and come and the moment swirls with us together. I curl up into a small ball and think about what I am, he runs his damp palm down my back and murmurs "good girl".