Something Sweet

Though she had broken the count, little had been done to the spell of beguilement Rose had placed over her. Her determination still remained in an unwillingness to surrender. She could still fight… eventually. She wasn't sure when she wanted to get around to doing that again though. Her hazy mind wanted more of what the redhead had just given her, greedy for another taste of that love that had been so graciously poured down all over her. Her eyelids fluttered at Rose's fingers gliding over her neck, letting the domme coil them around her throat without any real care to stop her.

Ellie winced slightly at the pressure applied, letting out a soft whine of protest. She seemed pleased when it drifted away to caress her though, cheek reddening as she found herself nuzzling against the other woman's touch. She closed her eyes and embraced the moment, a smile forming on her lips.


"Ungh!" Ellie's head was shunted to the side by Rose's slap, eyes snapping open in visible shock at the fresh redness she had been gifted. She turned to look back up at Rose with visible confusion trying to figure out if she had done something wrong to warrant the taste of her palm. Those searching eyes were treated to the smirking scarlet looking on with no visible malice.


"Ugh!" Her head rolled the other way with the backhand, leaving her blinking some of her blind worship from her eyes. She still hadn't caught on that this was part of Rose's game to test her limits and train her behavior with her mind still trying to puzzle out if this was direct punishment for something. Kicking out? Should she fight back? She wasn't sure. Before she could rally her thoughts into a concerted push against Rose she found her face being directed back up to her. Her eyes squinted in silent anticipation of being slapped again though it didn't come… yet.

Ellie had started to gather up her legs. Her thighs were jelly, still tingling even now at every small shift her petard over her damp crotch. It was hard to summon the strength to pull her limbs in and plant the bottoms of her boots to the mat, preparing for a buckle to secure her freedom. It was like a rainy summer day when she wanted to just stay in bed forever embodied in a new moment finding her battling just as hard for willpower as she was strength. If Rose didn't make a move to squelch her rebellious fire, the Briton would finally make a bid for freedom, pushing down with her legs and arching her back to try and dismount her red-handed jailer.

Rose inspected Ellie’s face with the same distant, curious look of a scientist peering through a microscope. She was keen to watch these reactions, vested in the results, but she didn’t want to betray too much of the anticipation and ruin the moment. That was a mistake she made often in her earlier domming days, where she would drop her role in the middle of a scene and spoil the experience, a flaw she wouldn’t repeat here. Not with Ellie.

There was the shock. The indecision. The confusion. Her mind was racing, no doubt trying to figure out where she had gone wrong, put the pieces together and figure out what she’d done wrong and what the reason was behind the slaps - as if Rose needed one in the first place. They weren’t done yet. There were still lessons to teach.

Good. This was a dish that Rose quite enjoyed, and she hadn’t had nearly her fill just yet.

The bucking came next, naturally, as Ellie struggled to regain her the moment and restart her body. The orgasm had left her weakened for the moment, but that moment was steadily passing, and she could see the fires relighting in the Briton’s eyes. She could see that spark coming back, and she welcomed it - or, more precisely, the chance to snuff it out again.

She rode down her foe’s struggles at first, even giving her a playful grind at the first attempt, thrusting back into her and rubbing their hips together. The second proved to be too much, however. Ellie wasn’t the strongest woman, but she was built well all over, and her legs were more than exquisite eye candy. They had power, enough to send her off and flopping to the side.

Though that hardly meant she was in the clear. The second Rose hit the floor, she shot her legs out, one under Ellie’s back and the other over her stomach. Reaching out, she tried to pull her opponent’s face against her bare chest and keep her in place with a tight bodyscissors, crushing her midsection.

Ellie's knees shook as she pushed up her body as far as she could manage, trying her damnedest to throw Rose off of her. The woman's weight was oppressive while she was still recovering, unable to shake the redhead as she balanced her body just right to ride her like a bucking bronco. Her legs gave out unintentionally as Rose grinded their bodies together, her sensitive loins making her shudder hard. She almost fell back into submission again, panting hard as she stared up at the ceiling. She managed to make one more push, this one was enough to knock the larger woman off.

She breathed out a sigh of relief that was so short lived she hadn't even unbridged her back yet. Rose's legs snapped around her like a heartfelt, being given the perfect position to shape one of her powerful limbs underneath her with next to no effort. It had been a monumental blunder on her behalf and a remarkably well timed move of opportunity for the redhead. Ellie let out a strained grunt as those legs closed in around her, leaning her uncomfortably stuck with her back arched. Her hands moved to the legs around her, one on Rose's thigh the other fumbling at her ankles as she squirmed and pushed.

"Egh!" The constricting force of Rose when she applied herself was nearly crippling, leaving the rookie crying out in pain taking shallow Huff's of breath to manage it all. She tried to pull away as the domme wrapped her arms around her head, slowly being reeled in until her face was nestled comfortably within her bountiful bosom. Her hot strained breath rolled over those obvious curves as she struggled red faced with effort and blushing. Her feet weakly kicked in the hold, heels digging in with each hard pulse of tightness crushing her abdomen.

"L-let me… g-go…" her voice was little more than a murmur, her lips brushing along the other woman's cleavage as she spoke. Blindly her other hand traveled down to Rose's ankles, grabbing hold of her boots in a desperate attempt to pry her herself free or tug at the forward to make it more awkward to keep her ankles locked.

Scissorholds were all the rage these days, with the AFW popularizing mixed wrestling in Japan. More and more of the dommes Rose knew were having to take up grappling lessons to keep up with their clients requests, the constricting legholds were a common desire, wanting to act out some hot match they’d seen on the show. As such, Rose had spent more time with her lower body at the gym, increasing the pressure she could create, and she was more than satisfied with the results.

Grind. Squeeze. Crush. Rose’s thighs pulsating with power, pouring into the Briton’s midsection, cutting her off at the waist. She didn’t give the woman constant pressure, knowing that sort of pain would be easier to acclimate to. Instead, she hit Ellie with jolts. A moment of apex power, followed by several squeezes at around half, before bearing down hard again. A random rhythm, impossible to predict, meaning she couldn't mentally steel herself for anything.

The feel of her breath against her breasts was nice. The pleading was nicer. But there were ways it could've been even better, and she was determined to achieve them.

Rose unclasped her ankles as Ellie fumbled with them, and for a scant second, it looked like her captive might get the release she craved. But it wasn’t to be - she was changing the lock on the cage, not letting her little bird fly free. Bringing her ankle behind her knee, she turned the classic scissorhold into a figure-four formation, increasing the pressure even further and mashing the beauty’s innards together.

”You don’t make demands, slave.” Her words were cold and calm as she pulled Ellie even deeper into her cleavage, not enough to smother her all the way, but enough to make every breath she took filled with her scent, to blot out most of her vision. Dominating the senses as she tried to take over what they were connected to. ”When you want something, you ask, and you ask in the proper manner. Now,” She gritted her teeth and powered down hard enough to force the air out of Ellie’s body, before letting up after an agonizing moment. ”Try again.”

The young rookie writhed between Rose's thighs. Boot dragging along the mats with the soft thanking sounds of something scratching at nylon. She was at odds all the sensations, her trying to push back against the collapsing thighs by arching her back further but each time they tightened up, her immediate reaction was to involuntary fold back up. She was struggling even to breath, letting out small gasping squeeze closer to a chew toy than a living girl. The comparison wasn't altogether too far off from what was happening though. The redhead seemed to be playing with her all at Ellie's expense.

"Unngh…" she couldn't tell if she was making progress. Her shaky fingers kept slipping as they tried to pry Rose's legs apart. She just wasn't strong enough for this. Without a referee, without a rope break, she couldn't really escape the redhead's clutches. Unlike the earlier exchange though where Rose had devoured her, this was far less sweet and entirely less welcome. Then it happened… somehow she had gotten free. The pressure was gone, their bodies were shifting. She tried to push off her opponent and roll away, but those legs of hers snapped shut again causing Ellie to cry out in a hold crushing whimper.

Drawn back into Rose's chest, she had no ability to fight her, humiliating nestled between her breasts as the other woman continued to squeeze the life out of her. Her hands blindly roamed along the redheads legs, trying to figure out what the reconfiguration had been through sightless confusion. Each hard pulse of pain was just too much, making her restart from scratch as she struggled to draw in any breath between squeezes. Rose's words made the hairs stand up on the edge of her neck, sorely missing who the woman had been earlier. She considered giving up here, tapping out and being free from the pain. Was holding on worth it when winning seemed so unreachable now and holding on for… whatever dark perversions she had been entertaining in her mind seemed to have vanished into thin air.

She had enjoyed the feeling of helplessness before. Handing over the reins of her body so willingly and. Rose's words had been sweeter, her touch had been gentler and her tongue… she let out the faintest of moans before those legs around her turned it into another strained wheeze. "Please...please…" She squirmed in Rose's grasp her mind flooding back to a familiar moment during their last match where Rose had taken her to task for being rude with a riding crop. Her cheeks reddened as she opened her lidded eyes, staring at the rounded edges of Rose's breasts. Last time the redhead had used them to smother her. She remembered it well… and had rewatched the moment on video, the dominating way Rose had dispatched her…

"Please… let go…" Her voice was shaky and weak, palms resting atop Rose's thigh as the woman continued to tear up her insides with crippling squeezes. This hadn't been in her plans… she had underestimated the other woman. She had known her strengths, was aware of her tactics, and still allowed herself to be pulled into her traps all for the sake of what? A momentary high. She felt betrayed, by herself, by Rose, by everything. This is what happened when she let her guard down.

"Rose… I-I don't think… I don't think I can take much more." She whispered, pleading, between squeezes, most of the fight having been crushed out of her. Each tightening of those legs around her already sore midsection felt like she was being punched in the stomach, leaving her breathless. She was at a threshold of pain, fingers gripping the domme's leather clad legs, about to tap out if this continues further. There was nothing to sour her on. No real sign of escape, no promise of another sweet reward. Things had become all stick and the carrot was dangled so far away it was a speck on the horizon.

It was a curious spot they found themselves in, here. This was, ostensibly, a match, and Rose had her opponent in the throes of a tight hold. There were no ropes to break. No countouts. No reason for her to give the Briton any of the freedom she craved. She could squeeze and crush all she liked, and her foe would simply have to endure it or tap out, which she was clearly on the verge of doing. Hell, with no referee and no security, there were things she could have done beyond that, if she’d been so willing.

But that would be a violation of trust. Whether Ellie would admit it or not, she had shown her trust in coming here and accepting this match, knowing how vulnerable it could leave her. It wasn’t unlike the trust between a mistress and a slave, though she was sure the younger woman would deny the comparison. There were unspoken rules, and Rose suspected she was getting dangerously close to breaking them.

She could’ve gotten the tap. She could’ve won. She could’ve done a lot of things, but instead, she choose to ease up on the hold, relinquishing the pressure. Rose didn’t do so immediately, knowing that a sudden release would hurt Ellie as her body rushed back into place. It was gradual. Slow. Gentle. Ebbing away until the legs were merely draped around her, and then she pulled away.

Rose laid at her side, one arm propped to support her head while the other reached down to stroke Ellie’s abused abdomen. She doubted any permanent damage had been done, but there was no harm in making sure.

”I’m sorry.” She spoke plain for once, perhaps the flattest tone Ellie had heard from her, though her accent gave it flavor all the same. ”I went too far, too fast, and you weren’t ready. My mistake.” She closed her eyes and leaned in. ”How are you feeling? What are you thinking?”

Ellie's shaking hand pulled back from Rose's thigh, quivering as her tense body started to fail her. Sweat trickling down her brow, sliding off onto the other woman a breast to slip into the crack of her cleavage. Regrets had started to form, bubbling up now that things were all but over. She should have fought harder to avoid this but instead she let herself down again. For what? Her eyes tightly shut, a low whistling whine escaped her just as she was about to break… then Rose relented.

Ellie opened her eyes, taking a greedy struggling breath, still nestled up against Rose's bosom. It felt unreal to have the pressure gone, unsure if in her gaze of pain if she had actually tapped or not. She remained still as the redhead untangled the two of them until she was slid out from between Rose's legs not unlike something the redhead might sautéed up for their dinner and served up well done on the mats. If nothing else she felt thoroughly tenderized. It was nice to at least be flat on the ground now, giving her aching back a rest.

She had thought to try and get away, maybe roll to the side, but the sudden change in Rose's demeanor had left her there as the redhead leaned up against her, gently stroking her aching abdomen with all the tenderness of a nurse. It was the sudden and unexpected apology and her tone. There was no tricks here, nothing meant to tease her… just genuine concern. The rookie remained quiet as the domme spoke. She could feel Rose's body lounging up against her making her eyelashes flutter as she found herself doing the same, even nuzzling against the woman's chest through a fierce blush.

Rose was the strangest people she had ever met. No matter what the two did she never felt like she could pin down just what sort of woman she was. These small glimpses into her compassion were some of the things she found most endearing. It had been there the first time they had faced one another, during their dinner conversation, and here again while there was no real reason for it… she had thought Rose a cruel woman. Had wanted to denounce her for her hobbies and her presentation as being some sort of great evil. Perhaps she had just been projecting. Rose made her feel things she hadn't wanted to admit. Made her want things she was scared to act on. Had invaded her dreams more than once since their first match.

Rose was waiting for answers for quite some time. They were hard questions, ones Ellie wasn't even sure of how to answer herself. So she laid their quietly in the redhead's embrace, just slowing in what it was like to be this intimate with another person, especially a woman. She wanted to be open and honest. Rose had a way of making her want to answer, even when she wasn't paying her words with a seductive tone. The rookie found herself closing her eyes, trying to will herself to act on how she felt.

Her hand weakly came up to rest itself over top of Rose's as she massaged her sore belly. Lightly tracing her fingers over top of it until her palm rested atop it. Slowly, her hand slid up her forearm, along her toned biceps, and over the curves of her shoulder. Her hand slipped down a bit further, along the woman's collar until her fingers pushed up against one of the straps of her suspenders, pressing down against her soft skin to squeeze beneath it. With a light tug, she tried to slip the strap off the other woman a shoulder to let it fall away. Ellie turned to lea. Up against the redhead's body, nudging the side of the woman's great that now hung free with her nose. With a hesitant curiousness, she pressed her lips to the woman's body giving it a small kiss. Then another… and another.

She slipped her hand underneath Rose's arm, letting her fingers spread out across the back of her shoulder, attempting to pull her in closer. All the while she continued to pay the woman's breasts small affectionate kisses, leaving a trail until she finally arrived. Her bright eyes stared at the redhead's nipple. She had seen them before… on herself, on Rose in fact when they first met. This seemed like a crossroads though, a point of no return once she moved to claim it. Her tongue slipped between her lips, wetting them both with a glisten of saliva as she contemplated… then she leaned closer to press her pursed lips to it, drawing it in with a light suckle, flicking at it sheepishly with the tip of her tongue.

Rose wasn’t expecting an answer to her questions right away, and she didn’t get one. That was fine, silence could reign for a few moments. She suspected the answers eluded Ellie herself, and that was okay. She had been in a similar position herself, once upon a time, asking questions about herself that she couldn’t answer - or, perhaps, simply didn’t want to at the time. She could take as long as she needed, take all day, and Rose wouldn’t have had any qualms waiting. Her stomach might’ve protested, but that would be all.

Ellie did respond, however, and the way she did caught Rose by surprise in a way she could never have dreamed. She looked on, curious, as a slight hand made it way across her body. First her arms, then her shoulder, then her straps. She grabbed one, almost as if she intended to pull it away and fully expose her breast, but that had to be a tease. There was no way Ellie would go so far this early and-

Oh. Nevermind, then.

Rose’s half-lidded eyes curiously studied the Briton as she began to kiss at her breast, pecking it again and again, as if sampling the sensation. It wasn’t much, but it was her taking charge of a sensual situation, and it didn’t stop there, as wanting hands slipped under her arms and pulled them closer.

She bit her lip, muscles tensed, as Ellie’s lips found her nipple and began to draw it in, flicking it about. Did she even realize what she was doing? So many of Rose’s partners liked to be aggressive and fast, trying to match her, thinking she wanted it raunchy and rowdy. And they weren’t wrong, she loved the blend of sex and violence, but there was something to be said for this slower approach, too. It was part of the reason she and Thorn only shared beds on the rare occasions, with her partner lacking the finesse for such a tender touch, not able to draw out every sensation, no love for the quiet moment.

This sort of touch would’ve been electric from anyone, but from Ellie, it was enough to set Rose on fire. She was discovering her sexuality, experimenting, and the younger woman had chosen her as the canvas. It was an honor and a pleasure, and she wanted to make it as easy for her as possible.

Wordless, she pulled Ellie over her body as she moved to her back, letting her take position on top, but doing nothing to disturb her current efforts. She let the strap slip all the way down her arm, then stretched them both above her head, giving the younger woman full access to her chest. Eyes closed, she breathed deep and bit her lip, fighting back moans, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. She was vulnerable and open, freeing herself to whatever act Ellie would choose. An act of trust, and one she didn’t give lightly.

Ellie's hesitance was evaporating under the heat of each kiss she had been permitted to place. Inexperienced as she was in shared intimacies like this, she could read Rose's body all the same. It wasn't a skill she had studied in one of her many sessions of research, nor was it a talent she had developed. She flew now by the seat of her clinging leotard into waters unknown, driven by nothing more than her basest of instincts. Her fingers curled against to dig into the redhead's skin, though she had no real nails to speak of to scratch while cradling her shoulder. She had never touched another woman like this, certainly never with her own lips, never teased her nipple. The foreign nub tasted different than she expected. Slicked with sweat, a faint metallic hint. The tactile sensation of it stirring so much as she rolled her tongue across it with increasing confidence washing away her doubts and disappointments. Her worries and struggles had faded away, leaving her with this bounty of a woman she had fantasized about for nights on end.

The cherry on top of it all was when Rose not only submitted to her experimentation but facilitated it by dragging her up on top of her. Ellie's lips gave a soft audible pop, a thin trail of saliva dangling between where they had been and her lips as she breathed out hotly, so concerned with taking Rose's body in she hadn't even bothered to breath through her nose. She didn't know what to do next, but her body moved anyway, parting her thighs to carefully straddle the larger woman, cement her place on top of her. She peered up at the woman of her desire to find her eyes closed, waiting for her. She bit her lip, trying to pick one of thousands of things she had wanted to do in a hurricane of desires that all drowned one another out.

The young rookie laid herself across Rose's body, dragging her chest up along the other woman a until she had pushed their breaths together. She squirmed a d twisted, rolling her own covered breasts over Rose's seeking for just the right position… there it was. Through her leotard her own perked nipples pressed down against the redhead's own, circling one another as she grinded up along her. A small shuddering moan slipped from her lips making her flutter her eyelashes again. Her arousal had been easily sparked, body hot and ready for something more, something sweeter… what she wanted. Leaning down so close their lips could almost touch. It seemed silly to stop here after what Rose had done to her and what she was doing to the redhead but a kiss… a real kiss. A hungry kiss. It felt like it meant something more.

She was overwhelmed with feelings. Not just physical, but emotional towards this woman. Was it love? Infatuation? Obsession? Those full lips haunted her mind. The thought of them pressed to her body, between her lips, all over her body made her hot. It left her wanting. With a soft breath she lowered herself down pressing her lips flush with Rose's. So soft, inviting… she pressed harder, turning her head ever so slightly. She claimed those lips mashing them together, as one kiss ended another began, testing force and length and angle. Her free hand acted a on its own, caressing the length of the woman's side with all the tenderness of a lover just returned from time away.

Rose shivered as Ellie straddled her waist, taking control of the situation in earnest now. It was unthinkable situation given the way they’d met, and even she wouldn’t have expected such a turn. She’d definitely wanted this beauty in her bed since the first time they had met, and she would be lying if she said one of her aims wasn’t to get them to this point. But she could never have seen Ellie - sweet, shy, prudish Ellie - being the one on top and showing such a natural fire for it.

Ellie laid down on top of her and Rose’s body responded without a thought, pushing up against it, instinctively wanting to spread their bodies together as much as possible. Her breasts rose to mash up against the Briton’s prodigous pair, their hardened nipples dueling with each other, poking hard through the material. The moan reverberated through her body, felt as if she’d made the noise herself. They were molding together. Merging.

But what drove her wild, what made her toes curl and her sides ache, was the kiss...or the lack of one. Her eyes were closed, but she could smell Ellie’s breath all the same and knew the woman was close, as if she was about to move in for a kiss, and she opened her mouth to receive it...but nothing came. All she did was suck in her opponent’s heated breaths, filling her mouth with the taste and leaving her craving the follow through.

So close, so close. It was tease and denial, pure and clear, and it was hard to believe Ellie wasn’t doing it on purpose. How could anyone be this sexy by accident?

This kid did come, though, and in ravaging fashion. There was an exploring mind to Ellie’s kisses, probing her from different sides, and she welcomed every touch. Her tongue slipped into her lover’s mouth, peeking in, as if inviting its counterpart to come out and play on the other side, and hungry moans began to slip out every few seconds or so. The more this went on, the heavier her breathing became, the harder it was to hide just how much lust she had for the woman on top of her.

A gasp came out, one far higher in pitch than most of the noises she made, as Ellie’s hand went to her side. ”Yes, Ellie.” She panted the words more than she spoke. ”Yes.”