Something Sweet

Before Rose… there had been nobody. She had never been in a relationship let alone intimate with anyone in her life. While Lyla had certainly tried to cozy up to her, at the time she had turned away any advances. She wasn't a deviant. She certainly wasn't a lesbian. At least she thought she wasn't. It seemed foreign and strange to be attracted to another. Then came Rose. Their first match against one another she had fought it tooth and nail. That attraction that nibbled at her. The redhead was nothing like she had ever really seen before up close… and she had made her feel things. Things that turned her world upside down.

She had thought that having a rematch would change those things and set the world right. Best Rose and banish these demons inside her. But she couldn't help herself… she didn't want them to go away. She liked the way Rose made her feel. Her simple flatteries, those wanting looks… it felt so good to be wanted. It felt even better to now with those skillful hands massaging her breasts. She didn't want it to stop… not when Rose was talking to her like that.

She gasped her air without even realizing it, blinking her eyes at the newfound freedom she had been gifted. The rookie hadn't made another attempt at escape, subdued by Rose's gentler touch, pulled into a state of adventure done wonder, along for the ride. She was panting softly in anticipation as she was guided down an unfamiliar path, not sure what came next. She squirmed instinctively at the touch, nearly tickled by those fleeting fingers

Once they had stopped between her legs and slowly began to circle, her thighs came in to press together, legs dragging along the mat. She gasped, her arms weakly coming up to blindly reach out, possibly to try and stop her. "N-no… not there." There was a desperation in her tone, but buried beneath it all was a want. To be touched like that by someone else, by Rose. Too embarrassed to admit her desires still, even as she lay on the mat letting it all happen.

"I… this… isn't over… I am going to beat you…" She spoke in a breathy tone, dotted with low moans as Rose rubbed between her legs. The fabric of her leotard slowly dampening, betraying her protests for her desires. "I… oh God… going… to… ngh…" Her mind was flooded with images of Rose, bare chested and beautiful... Ellie had been jealous of her mature body and how she carried herself. Why was Rose doing this to her? Why did she love it so much?

There it was. The dampening. The heady smell of sweat mixing with other bodily fluids to create this lush heavenly smell, one that she was infinitely familiar with, but was probably quite foreign to the woman under her. The struggling was dying down now, reduced to little more than the obligatory twitches. Ellie wasn’t getting up unless Rose allowed her to, and it seemed they both had come to an understanding in that area.

When the arms came up, Rose did stop, just for a moment. She kept her hand where it was, let her fingers rest in the position, but she waited until Ellie had caught more of her breath. It was only after she had finished speaking that she began again, this time moving lower, letting her nails trace along the Briton’s thighs. She had filed her nails sharp just for this purpose, making them not quite sharp enough to break skin, but enough to tease the nerves, especially in those sensitive, rarely touched places. She always marveled at how easily she could drive a submissive into a spastic fit with just the right scratches in the right place.

”The funny thing is, I believe you.” She gave Ellie a slight pinch on a particularly delectable part of her thigh, on what little fat she could find. ”One day, you’ll have all the tools you need to defeat me. You’re driven enough to get them, I’m sure, and I don’t just say that to flatter you. But that day is not today, Ellie.”

Rose leaned forward, changing things up slightly as her legs slid out around her captive’s head. She worked her thighs around the Briton’s skull, pulling it up into a reverse headscissors, but not a particularly tight one - she could squeeze tight with it, enough to do true damage, but for now she was content to just hold her foe’s head in place. More importantly, her head was near Ellie’s lap, putting her in a prime position to explore other, more interesting options.

She brought her lips close to the wet spot, letting her breath moisten it even further. ”You can stop this at anytime, you know. Just a word. Give up, give in, and I’ll break away.” Her tongue slipped out for a quick lick, sampling the taste. So sweet. ”Is that what you want, Ellie?”

Ellie's hands rested on Rose's forearm and wrist, a loose grip that only tightened with a breath squeeze out of reflex to being touched someplace sensitive. She lay otherwise still, not attempting to vie for her own freedom anymore. Her body only reacting with squirms here and there.

A small giggle escaped her lips between heated breaths as Rose's nails dragged along her thighs. She kicked her legs lightly, reflexively trying to escape from stimulating touches that felt ticklish to her. She let out a happy little squeal with her laugh, not at all bothered by her inability to escape as she was played with. The rookie gave a mousey squeak at the light pinch, dragging her boot heels on the mat.

"Mm, ngh..." Tightening thighs around her head got the faintest of moans as Rose's body rested across her own. Feeling the redheads curvature press down against her body, pinning her down. Every small rock of their bodies letting her feel the straps of though can't suspenders along her abdomen and imagine what it would feel like if they were gone. She bit her lip hard with a wide smile on her face, unable to contain how much she was enjoying herself even as Rose outlined how she wouldn't be able to beat her tonight.

The rookie shuddered at the warm breath between her legs, finding her thighs slowly parting in unspoken welcoming to something more. Her body was tingling with anticipation, breath held. She hung off of Rose's every word, something thrilling to the redhead giving her the choice of surrender. An abrupt moan came from her as the redhead's tongue ran along her body, buckling slightly as he back arched with the affection. Giving up now? There wasn't a chance. Sure, she hadn't wanted to lose… but now? She didn't want Rose to stop. "Never… I'll never give up." She managed with a heavy pant.

Rose had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling at Ellie’s giggles, not wanting to ruin the mood with the sound of her more childish laughter. It was remarkable how this woman could be simultaneously adorable and sexy at the same time, a talent that seemed to come natural to her, and one that Rose herself had never truly mastered. While she owned schoolgirl and cheerleader fetishwear, she never looked quite right in it, far too ‘mature’ to ever really make that illusion work. Ellie, though? Just the thought of her in pleated skirt and a tied buttontop made her tingle.

That thought alone was enough to spur her on, as Ellie’s body turned to jelly beneath her. No longer worrying about resistance, she uncrossed her legs entirely and moved her hips up, absentmindedly rubbing her lap against one of her ‘opponent’s’ proud breasts. It was just something to keep her stimulated, keep her heat, as she continued her work below.

”I dare say you already have, Ellie.” She gave the moist spot another lick, this one longer, deeper, harder. ”But if you won’t say it, well...submission holds aren’t the only way to make someone tap.”

Rose wrapped her fingers around the bottom of Ellie’s leotard and pulled it aside with a sharp yank, exposing the Briton’s most private part to the fresh air and abruptly pushing things into high gear. No longer content to sample, she brought her tongue to the moistness and began to lap away, pressing against the raw flesh, now.

She went fast, but not too fast. Never stayed in one spot for too long. She wanted Ellie just on the edge, brought her to the line, only to ease up whenever it looked like she might fall off. Years of experience with tease and denial had prepared her for this, but she had to admit, this was a rare challenge.

Ellie breathed a soft sigh of relief once her head was let free, no longer trapped within the confines of those leather clad thighs. The abrasive material had started to become an annoyance to an otherwise serene predicament she had found herself in. The change to simply being straddled was a welcome one, the unnecessary grinding against her chest by Rose was an unexpected but nice surprise. Just feeling her weight massaging down on top of her was nice, even if her hands had done it better. She could hardly complain about this treatment. Everything was so new, so perfect.

"N-no… I can still…" She held onto the fiction of a comeback, though both my was further from her thoughts than that. When Rose rolled her tongue over her body again her words were cut short with a shuddering moan. The simplest of affections enough to pacify her still. When the redhead tugged her leotard to the side she let out a soft gasp. Cheeks turning a bright shade of red, but she couldn't help but smile. It had felt so good when she was touched outside of her clothes but now?

"Unnh…" Ellie couldn't help but dig her heels into the mat, giving a few week bucks of her body as Rose dragged her tongue between her legs. Hopelessly sensitive, the skillful tongue of her opponent was almost too much for her to deal with even in this limited capacity. The longer Rose bore down on her, the more accustomed she was to the stimulation so her struggles would die off again save for the occasional reactionary kick or buck.

The act of keeping her on the brink was incredibly difficult. Every new lap of Rose's tongue seemed to walk her to the edge. Every well placed tickle or touch. Her inexperience showed in an eagerness for release. Thrashing weakly, moaning, it was clear all of this was new ground for her. Had this been a hentai match from the beginning there was no doubt Ellie would have lost within minutes of being put to the mat.

Rose was willing to take charge here, but she didn’t want it to simply be about that. In part, this was about Ellie’s exploration, growing more comfortable, preparing her for the world she was stepping into. She doubted the woman would ever turn into a full fledged sexfighter, but if she could master her inhibitions and continue to improve her skills, there would be few in the AFW who could challenge. There was a bright future for the Briton, and Rose wanted to see it.

The fighting had all but ceased. Rose had Ellie on her strings, could make her dance in so many ways, but still, she held off on that final push, keeping her on the verge. Not just yet, not without one important thing.

She reached back and took one of Ellie’s flailing hands, seizing it with a gentle but firm hold. Slow, steady, she brought her captive’s hand over to her bare rear and placed it there as an unspoken suggestion, letting the Briton feel the softness, allowing her to do what she wished. She was curious to see if she would pull away or take some initiative - either way, she wouldn’t complain. But the chance to feel that soft touch on her body was too great an opportunity to resist.

She kept about her business, still edging Ellie along. There was only so long she could keep that up, however, and it would only be a matter of time until the dam burst, regardless of her efforts. How that happened was still up to them, however.

”You’re close, Ellie. So, so close.” Her tongue fluttered about the Briton’s folds like a butterfly’s wings. ”Are you ready?” At a single word, Rose would plunge and give the aching woman the release she craved, letting her erupt in an explosion of ecstasy.

The world had opened up before Ellie and swallowed her whole. There was nothing to reach for, no safety line. Rose had sent her spiraling into a freefall and the Briton was only along for the ride. She was oddly okay with that. It all had helped. The private venue, the music, even the that's she had had with Rose that showed her there was more to the redhead than her prejudices. She was mysterious, beautiful, seductive, kind… and Ellie had developed a bit of a crush for her. Not that she would have ever acted on it on her own. But something about tonight felt right, it gave her the freedom to let go and experiment.

So when her hand was guided, she didn't fight it. She. It was placed, her fingers splayed out to explore the fullness of her backside. She craved the contact but lacked the experience, only now understanding this was something she could be doing all along. Her other free hand came up as well to mirror the first, giving small gropes and rubs while Rose strung her along. She hoped that something she was doing would earn that final release that kept being teased so her fingers occasionally worked their way inside of the edges of those leather pants, trying to mimic the light scratchings she had recieved, though not as prepared to give them.

"I am." The rookie freely admitted with a long moan, nearly bursting at the seems. She wanted it now, needed it now. This was only ever something she had experienced at her own hands guiltily but now it was different. She wasn't huddled under the sheets alone or quietly trying to release pent up stress locked in her apartment bathroom. She was here with an actual person who made her feel special… who made her feel loved. The reality of it didn't matter, here and now she was swept up in the passion and didn't want this feeling to stop.

"Y-yes-nngh!" Her legs tensed, toes curling in her boots when Rose's tongue pierced her suddenly. Stealing her breath away mid pant she was left to thrash as it all came rushing back to her. With a shuddered cry she tightly latched onto Rose's backside squeezing tightly as if she would call at any moment if she let go. Pulses of ecstasy reverberating through her was pure bliss but each one seemed to drain her strength more and more. Her finger grip lightened as she lay panting as if she had just run a marathon, gently roaming for any sort of contact in the glow of her climax.

It took some restraint for Rose to not react more to Ellie’s touch than she did, as she touched her ass and felt it with those curious, probing fingers. It wasn’t that she had an expert touch for this - it was tentative, hesitant. More adventurous than Rose would’ve ever thought her capable of, but given the low bar she set, that was a small statement. That Ellie was able to do this at all, even with the proper guidance, was a small miracle worthy of songs.

But that inexperience made it thrilling all by itself. Rose had been with countless lovers, rarely went a week without her bed being warmed, even had Thorn around to cure the occasional dry spell, but they could never come with the freshness that Ellie brought. This was a new road she was walking with, and Rose was privileged to show her the way.

Ellie hit her high note with a sudden release, an arrow flying from the tightest bow. The Briton had a wonderful voice, saccharine and sweet, and her climax almost didn’t sound like a climax at all. One of the smoothest, purest sounds Rose could remember hearing, so sweet and cool that it could’ve been part of a song. Rose’s body tensed along with her as the shock ran its course, then sagged as the release followed, spreading her legs out and draping over the younger woman like a living blanket. Warm and sweaty, heaving and pulsing.

For a while, Rose was content to lay there, cleaning the mess she’d made with her tongue. A lap here, a suckle there, wanting to leave it as clean as she’d found it. She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The moment spoke for itself.

When it passed, she pushed up and swung her leg around, careful not to hit Ellie in the face as she moved to face her and straddle the waist again. Reaching forward, she stared into the white-haired beauty’s eyes with a warm smile, even as she reached forward and pressed a palm against her chest.

”1.”

This was unlike anything else she had ever done. The match, being with someone like this… especially a woman. It always felt so foreign, so wrong. Like people would judge her or assume things about her character. She had always been squeaky clean. The dependable girl who got things done and didn't get distracted. Now who was she? She didn't know. Didn't care much either. Her thoughts were solely on how wonderful it all felt and the gorgeous redhead currently enjoying what lay between her legs.

It was hard not to squirm or giggle even with how drained she felt. She was so sensitive that even Rose's breath between her legs was enough to make her tingle and the other woman was doing so much more than simply breathing. The rookie's thighs quivered with every lick, her breathing shuddered with each suckle and she found herself enjoying every touch even though she was trying to shift her body away from them like someone's probing tickling fingers. She was content to stay here though and just enjoy Rose's full figure on top of her and feel her hair gently brushing along her thighs as she worked.

She. The domme finally swung herself around to straddle Ellie, she would find the platinum haired girl staring back at her with lidded eyes and a fixed dreamy stare. Lost in Rose's smokey eyes, panting softly as she perched triumphantly on top of her. A small pleased hum escaped her already parted lips when a hand was placed on her heaving chest, rowdy cheeks on fire as she clearly expected there was something more to come. When Rose's lips parted with a count, all she could do was watch and contemplate. It felt right to stay down. Her heart was pounding at the thought of it, just how sexy it would be to have been defeated like this. Would Rose do something else to her to celebrate? If she broke the count though… maybe she would keep going as well.

Part of her still wanted to win. It was buried deep, her determination and optimism were drowning in an uncontrollable currant of desire she was unaccustomed to dealing with. She had felt it briefly the first time they fought. When she lay beneath Rose, buried in her breasts. Then however, she had been beaten. Truly and thoroughly. Now? Rose was doing next to nothing to actually pin her… Ellie could break this at any time. Yet she didn't. Waiting under the redheads palm. Feeling her body weighing down on her abdomen. Hearing that second count leave those perfect lips…

It was only after the second count had lingered for a moment did she throw up an arm. Just enough to break the count had this been an actual contest rather than whatever this had become. The rookie's gaze had that sworn of defiance in it even now in tired defeat. It was unclear if it was there because of her hopes of salvaging this fight or simply because she wanted to show Rose she could take more of what she had to give. Much like her refusal to lay down and submit to sweat surrender, she seemed filling to battle Rose until she was incapable.

Rose breathed heavy as she pressed down on Ellie’s chest. It was a parody of a pin, nothing that would keep her down if she didn’t want it to. As much as she’d run the Briton ragged in the past few minutes, she knew the women could take far more than that - she was small, but tough and stubborn when she wanted to be, surprisingly hardy for her size. She could still fight back. She could be a challenge. Rose was still aching from the start of this match, a constant reminder on how effective her foe could be when she took the initiative. It was a lesson she didn’t plan on forgetting.

But would Ellie kick out? Did she want more pain, knowing what was coming? Was she that confident in her chances? Rose was offering her an olive branch, a way to stop all this ravaging and deny her the chance to savor this body even further. Would she take it?

”2.”

And there it was, a risen shoulder. Not much of one, but enough to break the count. Their playtime wasn’t over yet.

Rose’s smile creaked up, just an inch, as her hand moved away that luscious chest to her opponent’s neck. She wrapped her fingers around it as if to choke, and even exerted some pressure for a scant second, but barely that long before she used that same hand to caress Ellie’s face. Such a pretty face. Sweet and cute, adorable with those rosy cheeks. Begging to be kissed, and she would do quite a bit of that, in good time. For now, however…

A slap. Not the hardest she had ever thrown, but enough to sting and add some redness to what was already there in abundance. Another slap would follow soon after with the back of that same hand, this one a little harder, and she seized Ellie by the chin a moment later to keep her face still. Wanting to make sure she took in the full reaction before her next move.