Rematch! Emily vs Jack: POW match

Emily grimaced as he upped the pressure once more, before Jack's question brought a grin to the Changeling.

"Maybe I am," Emily shot back, when she suddenly felt the ground tilt from under her. The Changeling barely had time to yelp before she found herself being spiked headfirst into the mat, sending her world spinning as she lay there, dazed and groaning in pain. Emily barely registered Jack straddling her, and could hardly do much about it.

Leaning down, Jack pinned Emily's shoulders to the mat, lightly grinding his body against hers. For the most part, the match had gone forward without a single problem for Jack. He was able to keep his lead without too much of a problem.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted to lose the match." he whispered in her ear.

Emily came back to herself to find him grinding against her, the Changeling squirming a little under him.

"Maybe you're just a bit too enthusiastic about the chance to have me as a servant," Emily shot back, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close, "Though, even if that is the case, I don't think you should quite count me out yet."

With that, the Changeling would try to roll them over, intending to end up on top of Jack.

At first he did nothing when Emily wrapped her arms around him. Considering the fact that his teasing was working all to well, he assumed she was just going along with him, not even fighting back. He was shocked, but a little happy, when she managed to reverse their positions. Now she was straddling him, while he tried to figure out how to escape.

Emily smirked as Jack squirmed beneath her, the Changeling starting to grind against him.

"So, what's it going to take for you to be a bit rougher with me, hmm?" Emily mused, hands tracing along his toned body, pressing down on each muscle teasingly as she leaned down a bit to shoot him an outright lascivious grin.

"Or are you just going to let me have my way with you from here on out?" Emily teased.

"I might let you have some fun." he grinned at her, "But that depends on how rough you want me to be gorgeous."

As her hands teased his muscles, his spine seemed to shiver in pleasure. She knew exactly what would drive him nuts.

Emily giggled as he shivered under her hands, sliding her hands up to cup his face.

"Well, what I want to know right now," Emily said, leaning down to whisper into his ear, "How rough can you be with me here. We'll find out how rough you are in bed later, but you'll have to win first if you want to get me there, won't you?"

"You want me to be rough?" he asked, a bit unsure if it was a good idea, "I can be pretty rough, but you need to be pretty sure that's what you want."

He tensed ready to make his move after her answer.

Emily felt herself start to grow a bit wetter at his answer, shooting him a grin.

"Yes. Now are you going to keep asking or are you actually going to follow through?" Emily asked, daring him.

Jack leaned up and gave her a soft kiss, "As you wish beautiful." he whispered.

Without warning, his fist buried itself in her gut. When she inevitably doubled over, his free hand clutched at her throat.He got to his feet, dragging Emily along with him, before lifting her up into the air and slamming her mercilessly into the ground. He didn't even give her a moment to catch her breath, leaning down to drag her roughly to her feet. He gave her a look, before striking her once, twice, three times in the stomach.