Something Sweet

Ellie's hand came away, palm absolutely on fire from the massive chop. She had left a bright red impression of her hand across the other woman's chest as a throbbing reminder Rose had given her the keys to the kingdom. The rookie took her own hand with the other, nursing it as she watched with surprise at how well the redhead took it. She felt a bit bad taking the free shot but the other woman had asked for it… it had also been a fantastic opportunity to get another leg up on her opponent. A sore chest made for troubled breathing. With a shake of her head Ellie straightened herself, making ready another chop.

She had wrongfully had assumed Rose would take another only to be caught flat footed when the redhead fired back with her own. The double chop slapping her across the chest, making her body instinctively contract and bend her forward with a sharp inhale through clenched teeth. With staggered steps she backed off, giving herself a bit of space between them. She had to push through though, and press the offensive. Surely Rose was feeling this pain as well. Now was the time to act.

Ellie surged forward with a warcry, stomping across the mat with reckless abandon. Her arm drew back, cocked and ready, firing forward when she reached Rose. Leading with her shoulder she attempted to give the redhead a clubbing clothesline, trying to bowl the other woman over while taking advantage of her wounded chest. If she managed to topple the domme over, she would immediately throw herself down at her, letting gravity and her weight drive a sloppy elbow drop on top of her. Another cover would be close behind, not wasting time in scrambling for a second pinfall attempt.

Oh, still standing? Not bad.

Rose had put a lot of power into that combined chop, and it landed flush. From both the sound of the impact and her opponent’s expression, she could see how much that hit affected her, and she though the woman would recoil. She was counting on it, in fact, and had already drawn back a fist, preparing to restart her offensive with a strong right cross.

That never happened. Instead, Ellie, summoning some mad power that Rose would never have thought possible from the Briton, surged forward and struck her with a stiff clothesline. Her. The sheeer audacity of the move was enough to bowl her over, nevermind the move itself, which had no small amount of force behind it. It knocked Rose flat on the mat, leaving her prone, a position that Ellie didn’t let slid.

An elbow. Right on her chest. Ellie had found her target and was hammering on it. A smart move, as was the follow up - a pin, and a swift one at that, keeping Rose on the mat for two whole counts.

But only that long. Rose pushed hard off the floor after the second, shoving Ellie’s chest to create some space between them. At the same time, she her arm up and swung it around, attempting to clock her foe square in the face with a sharp jab to the jaw, hoping to create an opening while she recovered.

Ellie almost found herself tripping as she blasted through Rose, taking the redhead off her feet with a surprising amount of force to both women. Her boots dug into the mats far easier than ring canvas, stopping her forward momentum just about where she wanted. Arms windmilling she managed to find her footing just in time. With a leap back her elbow crooked, slamming back down into Rose's chest to leave her bosom bouncing only held back by those tight leather suspenders. Between the chops, the clothesline, and the elbow drop she was hopeful it might be enough.

Rolling herself over she went for a full cover, letting her weight rest down across Rose's battered chest to compress her form and make it hard to breath. With one arm she hooked a leg, dragging it up well past a right angle to fold the larger woman up beneath her. With excited energy she wouldn't miss a beat this time, slapping the mat to a steady beat without delay.

"One! Two! Ngh!"

Ellie was pushed back up onto her knees, the pressure in her chest reminding her of the fresh sting that lingered there. With a determined shake of her head she lunged back in to try for a second quick pinfall only to catch a jab square in her face. She recoiled back with a cry, flopping awkwardly onto her backside with one leg tucked under her and the other extended out. One hand found her face to cup over top of it as she hissed, suffering through the snappy punch she had practically dove into.

Amazing what a well-timed punch could do, wasn’t it? Rose wasn’t asking for terribly much here, just a moment to breathe. Ellie technical skill was more of a hassle to deal with than she recalled it being. The woman knew how to maximize her moments, executing things a sort of critical and careful precision that most wrestlers lacked. Rose had always noted that most in the AFW neglected pins until the end, not even attempting a cover until victory was certain. By contrast, Ellie had made two attempts already, knowing that neither were likely to work. It was all about applying pressure.

And damned if it wasn’t working. The road to victory was already looking steeper than she imagined, even if she was making some good ground now.

This punch was the opening she needed, leaving Ellie open for a precious moment. Taking her opponent’s initiative as a good model to follow, Rose lifted her leg up high, swung it over her foe’s head, and brought it down in a quick swipe, trying to capture the Briton’s head between her thighs in a tight side headscissor.

Not a move that she thought she could get a submission with, but a good way to slow things down if it worked. The perfect way for Rose to catch her breath and discuss a few things with her potential paramour.

Feeling, Ellie was having trouble even keeping her eyes open. The burning sensation in her nose from being worked in the face was making her involuntarily squint almost as if she was trying to stare at the sun. She still tried to recover though, leaning tithe side to free up a leg and start climbing to her knees for a start. Rose's sweeping leg came up and over her shoulder, knocked into her while she was off balance, practically carrying her over onto her back with a roll. The rookie let out a confused gasp as she hit the mat, leather clad thighs abruptly closing in around her like the jaws of a predator.

Her hands clapped against Rose's thighs, trying to reach around them from top and bottom to jam her fingers in the tight space where they met. With a hard thrash she kicked and bucked, fighting to gain any measure of space or leeway to begin to pry those dangerous legs apart. She couldn't afford to get trapped like this, not here… there were no ropes to seek escape at, no mercy rulings to be sought after. The last place she wanted to be was in a submission hold by this woman.

"Urgh! G-get off!" Making no real headway at Rose's thighs, she would blindly feel her way down the other woman's legs, testing for her ankles. Her fingers would franticly feel for any manner of hold they could manage and try to unlock her heels from there to at least have a chance at fighting free.

Rose let out a triumphant laugh as her thighs closed around Ellie’s neck, clamping tight and putting her in a leather prison. Clasping her ankles tight, she proceeded to pour on the pressure and let her opponent tire herself out from there, watching as the woman went into a thrashing frenzy.

Breathing hard, this was more about recovery for Rose than anything. The first leg of this match hadn’t been at all what she’d planned, making her regret the choice in attire as Ellie showed her claws. She’d underestimated the woman, that was clear, but it was a mistake that had only cost her so much. She could recover from this. Starting now.

At Ellie’s demand, her smile curled and her tongue slid along her lips, as fiendish ideas began to take root. ”Poor choice of words.”

This hold was tenuous, with the Briton coming close, far too close to getting her ankles. So instead of letting her make the escape, Rose waited until she was close to her goal before snatching it all away. Pushing up, she traded the headscissor out and brought Ellie to her back as she spread her legs wide and tried turn it into a tight forward facesit. Whatever regret she had from choosing this outfit before vanished in an instant, as she pressed her most intimate place against Ellie’s face with only a thin layer of leather to separate them.

And there’d be grinding, too. Rose would start a slow rock of her hips for now, thrusting them against her foe’s face, getting the most of the moment with long drags, and looking down for the reactions. Relatively gentle and passionate. For now.

Something about Rose's laugh made her tingle. The sound of her heavy breathing so close as she squeezed Ellie's head... Maybe she was just lightheaded.

Frantic fingers tried to ring the mark, tracing calves on their way to her opponent's ankles. It was her one real move followed only by taking blind and desperate strikes. No sooner had she started to wrap her hands around Rose's boots than they were sliding away. A brief release left her gasping for air, trying to sit herself up and scramble away. Rose's weight coming back down on top of her however snuffed out her fleeting attempt at freedom fast, finding her underneath the domme. She turned her head struggling for some measure of freedom from underneath the redhead.

The warm rough leather ground up along her cheek. At first she thought nothing of it as she tucked her legs, grounding the soles of her boots to the mat in preparation for a buck. After the first though, she suddenly became aware of what was happening. A fierce blush darkened her features as she let out a muffled yell in protest only to have Rose's hips rhythmically drown her out. She reached up, blindly throwing up her hands in an attempt to shove the other woman off of her, mistakenly palming the undersides of her breasts and giving a firm grope. She squealed from below, still muffled as she tried to pull her hands back as if they had just just been washed by fire.

Her eyelids fluttered with each slow grind, a frustrated whine muffled beneath Rose's rocking crotch. Unsure what to do with her hands in this situation she instead kicked her legs, buckling hard, attempting to arch her back to lift or throw Rose off her. This was a new predicament for her having never been in this position before. What was the escape method? Surely it couldn't be hard?

Watching Ellie struggle under the facesit was funny, and not just for the obvious reasons. In Rose’s experience, everyone tended to underestimate how debilitating a properly applied facesit could be, thinking it little more than kinky filler. Even Thorn had laughed at the idea of being pinned this way when the two of them started training together...until it happened to her, and she was nearly knocked out under Rose’s right cheek. That was the way it tended to go with these things. People underestimated the move until they actually had to suffer through it.

While she couldn't read Ellie’s mind, she was willing to wager the Briton’s thought process was much the same, and she was going to make the lesson she was about to learn stuck.

As Ellie bucked about, Rose tucked her heels in under her body, pressing them against the sides of her opponent’s head, making that much harder for her to turn her head away. A footlock of sorts, and it had the added bonus of forcing even more weight down on Ellie’s head, spreading her cheeks out wider, making for a more effective smother. Rose’s grinding intensified now, becoming more erratic. At times she gives Ellie long, drawn out grind, rubbing the full length of her ass against her foe’s face, bringing her in deep. The next moment, she’d hit her with teasing pumps, jerking her head back and forth, pumping her skull against the floor. Through it all, her outfit did little to mask her mounting arousal, as a heady scent began to fill the air.

But it wasn’t all about her. All that kicking wasn’t enough to buck her, but the threat of errant kick to the face was real. ”Easy, Ellie. Easy.” Rose’s hands found the Briton’s breasts, a palm for both, and began a gentle, soothing rub, a sharp contrast to what her lower body was up. She pressed deep with her massage, molding the impressive flesh between her fingers and giving the nipples a teasing rub. It was a simple thing thanks to her opponent’s choice of attire, giving her easy access to those delectable breasts.

With one large push, she pressed her boots to the mat, thrusting her own hips up in a bridge with every intention to try and throw Rose… only to have it do nothing. She remained grounded at the shoulders as her head was being shoved down to the ground with each roll of the other woman's hips. Rocking from side to side, she tried to shift her body to gain a bit more wiggle room but no matter how she moved the weight of Rose at her head was enough to keep her pinned beneath the larger woman.

When the domme leaned in, that distribution of weight pushed down on her a bit more heavily, making the bridge she had made for herself more taxing. Her own thigh muscles starting to feel the burn as she fought to keep herself up, believing that the Redhead's sudden shift had been in response to her own… perhaps she was close to escape and this was how she was intending to prevent it? She was determined to keep it up. It didn't help that the other woman was getting roughy, that slightly pleasant grinding turning to more forceful thrusts that was knocking the back of her head down to the floor.

There was a moment of immediate surprise when Rose placed her hands on Ellie's breasts. Feeling her firm palms but gentle application press down through her leotard to cover them completely. She let out a moan, catching her off guard that a sound like that would come from her, even while muffled into Rose's crotch. She brought her arms up, hands flapping to slap at Rose's arms as they searched for them. Once she had found them, her fingers curled around the woman's wrists, trying to pry them back and away, though leverage was not on her side.

Ellie thrashed as Rose's fingers roamed over her chest, a shiver running through her body when her thumbs passed over her nipples. It hadn't taken much in the way of coaxing before they had perked, becoming visible though the sleek fabric. The rookie let out another cry, frustrated as the domme had free reign over her body. But it seemed to be working… her attempts to yank Rose's hands away became less fierce even though her grip had remained. She could feel her face burning as Rose's hips ground down her features, giving little more than a whimper.

She kicked her leg in another desperate attempt to roll herself over. Managing to catch herself the first time, but after the second time she lost her footing and the bridge collapsed leaving her flat on her back again. She needed to regroup and try something else… but her body wasn't moving. She was hardly even fighting any more, allowing for Rose to knead her breasts with impunity. From below there was another muffled moan, hot, heavy, frustrated in her own ability to break free but none the less resigned to this.

She was happy... But angry. Longing for more but wanting freedom. She just needed an opening to get free... But wasn't sure she would take it even if it was offered. Her mind was cloudy, dreaming of Rose oppressively on top of her. Whispering to her with that silky tone. Eyes piercing her with their longing. Feeling wanted for, lusted for. Those small looks in the grocery store and at dinner that had her blushing would melt her now.  She wanted those hands all over her body. She wanted to taste those lips. She wanted... She let out another moan, biting her lower lip as Rose's massage had struck the perfect chord, playing her like an instrument at this point.

”There we are, Ellie.” Rose’s voice dropped to a low whisper as the room’s music changed to a softer tone, a slight backdrop against their match - or whatever you could call this now. Somehow, it seemed like altogether too weak of a way to describe the current situation.

Rose could win this, right now, if she so desired, and she was highly cognizant of this fact. She had Ellie’s shoulders to the mat, and if a referee had been present, nothing could’ve stopped her from giving her the victory. But that wouldn’t have satisfied her, not by any stretch. No, the prize she wanted was something far more elusive and valuable than a simple notch on her win column, and as the Briton melted beneath her, she was coming closer and closer to those vaunted goals.

She had to be careful. Ellie was no Thorn in terms of build, but the woman had a surprising explosive power, and when she tried to bridge, it took some real effort to keep her seat - no small statement, considering how much experience she had in holding this position. It was a relief when her body finally sagged, a sure sign that this treatment was draining her. Rose would still have to be careful, but she was in a better position to reap the rewards, now.

First thing was first - she had to make sure Ellie stayed conscious. She slid her ass forward, giving the smaller woman an opportunity to suck in much needed air through her mouth, but made sure to settle down on the woman’s neck and chin. Not enough to choke her, but close enough to move back into position in an instant. An unspoken threat.

At the same time, she let her hands move down Ellie’s body, pressing against it as she went. Feeling those fine abdominals, nice and toned, squeezing them as she passed. They were with a good deal of worship all by themselves, yes, but she had another destination. Something far more intimate.

Her hands went to Ellie’s lap, but didn’t work their way underneath the fabric just yet. For now, she ran a finger down the middle, teasing hot, hidden skin with her sharp fingernail, working at the delicate nerves. She traced the outline, drew a circle around it. A shark, circling her victim.

”What are you thinking, Ellie?” She never lost the seductive, sultry tone of her voice, but there was curiosity mixed in, as well. It was a real question.