Nothing like walking the razor edge of consensual violence during intercourse. The occasion was a lazy afternoon, the position was G straddling me, facing away, while the muscled bare legs of female pro golfers were displayed on the TV.
G was determined to achieve satiation and as soon as I had felt her express her oozing satisfaction, I stood up quickly, grabbing a fist full of her hair, I slapped her round ass hard, twice with my hand. I told her she was mine as I half pulled, half dragged her to the bedroom.
Throwing her on the bed face first, then lifting her hips so she would present for me. I plunged my shaft deep inside her, holding her hips fast as we breathed roughly, excitedly. A process of rejuvenation, almost cathartic as I pounded her hips, sinking ever deeper into her wetness.
I pushed her head down, taking her hands behind her so she was forced into that position. Face down,, ass up, submitting completely too me.
It was angry fucking at its best. Which is what I enjoy about our sex life. You can walk that line of fantasy in a healthy way.