It was surely obvious to both of them that Yolande was reacting far more strongly, more passionately, than she ever had before with Anders.  Of course, the stimulation was far greater, and she was sensitized by earlier events, but the obvious difference was Anders' power and his behaviour, dominating her as he never could before.  So her objections rang quite hollow: "That's not ... not true, Anders, I love you, always I have.  This isn't what I want..."  She had stopped, and his smack on her bottom made her quiver, then start moving again with his forceful encouragement.  She was drained, completely used up by the day, yet her husband had far more endurance than ever before.<br/><br/>His words were so confusing... he seemed angry, but he was saying he loved her, too, and seemed to be doing this for her, for them both... how could this all make sense?  She was confused, vulnerable from all that had happened, and struggling to stay coherent as he carried on, each thrust jarring her forward a bit, until he withdrew, and moved back, pulling her closer and flipping her over.  She was helpless to resist - his strength was extraordinary, or it was just her own weakness... and her arousal was so obvious.  Maybe... what he was saying was true... but she didn't want to believe it, that she was excited to be treated like a whore.  Didn't want to believe it, but she couldn't find an argument against it, and the evidence for it seemed to grow all the time.<br/><br/>Now there he was, in front of her, above her, the cock - surely larger than before - right in front of her eyes, then crudely pressed against her, sliding it wetly across her stunned face.  On the one hand, he was expecting her to do this to, somehow, prove she was still his wife - but he'd never demanded anything like this before.  And now, as messy as he was, with her own shameful wetness and his own release coating him, she grimaced, unable to escape but also unable to imagine taking that thing in her mouth.  Until his hand took a firm grip on her breast and she felt a tight squeeze right on the sensitive nipple, and she gasped, arousal and a bit of pain together from the pinch ... and the cock-head slipped eagerly into her gaping mouth.<br/><br/>It was so slick, so... strong-flavoured, and she scrunched up her face in disgust, but couldn't back away... with just a little pull from Anders she moved forward, taking it further in, lips stretched around it as it filled her mouth.  There was a pause in his grip, and she backed, up, taking a deep, sex-scented breath, and then he was deeper in her again, heavy on her tongue.  There was no escape... and why was she so excited, still?  Weak, but what strength she had was rousing her, exciting her to this treatment.  And tentatively at first, she sucked a little, swallowing, grimacing again... but with a bit of guidance from his hand she began moving, more regularly, further, saliva adding to all the other juices coating his shaft and head.  The sound of her breathing, laboured, and the wet smacking sound as she grew more and more compliant... or even more and more eager... in her motions, filled their bedroom.<br/><br/>