A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Avery smirked as she adjusted herself, savoring every reaction her presence elicited. The warmth of his cheeks, the faint breaths struggling to reach his nostrils, and the subtle vibrations of his muffled groans were a symphony of submission, one she’d orchestrated to perfection. It was intoxicating, not in a way that stirred her deeply. This wasn’t that kind of encounter, nor was he deserving the mood shift or the money it would take to push her there. But she found herself stirred by it in a way that fed her ego and satisfied her hunger for dominance.

Still, she couldn’t help but notice the reaction rising between his legs. Predictable, yes, but satisfying nonetheless. Her perfect derriere, coveted by fans, session clients, and rivals alike, was working its magic once again.

She leaned forward just slightly, her hands planted firmly on his thighs. Her lips curled into a sly grin as the thought crossed her mind before reaching her lips: "I should start charging for after I dominate my matches, too. People are paying top dollar for this kind of treatment in private, after all. Why let it go for free here?"

She lifted herself just enough to allow him the chance to speak, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she peered over her shoulder at him.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” she cooed, “how much would you pay to have me sit on you like this… on your own time? And don’t you dare disappoint me with your answer.”

Her tone turned sharp, her playful demeanor laced with a hint of danger, reminding him of the fine line he was walking. She gave him just enough space to answer, but not so much that he could truly catch his breath. All the while, she kept her thighs slightly flexed, the promise of her full weight hanging tantalizingly over him, ready to come crashing down if his response didn’t satisfy her high standards.

[Lico]

Yuto gasped as Avery gave him a little breathing space so he could answer her question. There was a moment of silence as he had to think this one through considering the consequences. The question might sounded like a half jest, but he could sense that she wanted a satisfactory answer, whether to feed her ego or something else. The issue was that he had no idea on what should be his answer. Paying someone to do stuffs in private wasn't something he normally did, after all. Perhaps a few prostitutes back in his college days, but he doubted she'd accept that kind of rate. It'd be an insult more than anything, he figured that much.

"Uh... I..." he spoke only to pause right away, rethinking what he's about to say.

It was also difficult to think when his thought was filled with her rear that was still hovering inches away from his face. Being sat on by such fine cheeks was a priceless experience in his mind, anyways, although he wouldn't blow his entire lifesaving for it either.

"Um... I think if you name your price, I'd agree to it... as long as it doesn't make me go bankrupt..."

He could only hope that the answer wouldn't offend her. He felt like it's more reasonable for the artist to set the price of her craft.

[RockRye]

Avery’s grin widened as his answer washed over her like a warm breeze, stroking her ego to a peak of satisfaction. Oh, how delightful it was to have her dominance not just acknowledged but celebrated with such reverence. His words, promising everything short of financial ruin just to experience her control, spoke to his surrender, and Avery thrived on it.

Her expression softened, just enough to show her approval, as she reached back and gave his cheek a patronizing yet affectionate pat.

“Good answer,” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of satisfaction and condescension. “If this were a session, I’d make sure you were rewarded for that kind of devotion. Maybe even something you’d remember for the rest of your life.”

Her tone shifted slightly, turning colder as she straightened her back, her dominance on full display. “But this isn’t a session. This is a match, and I still intend to win. So your reward…” She paused, letting her words linger like a dark promise, “…is to be crushed beneath me again. Somehow, though, I doubt that’ll be much of a disappointment for you.”

With that, Avery shifted her weight back once more, this time with less restraint, her thick rear sealing him beneath her in a way that left no room for movement or protest. She ensured that her full weight pressed down on him, her curves overwhelming as her feet tucked neatly under the back of his head, forming a vice-like cradle.

She reached forward and grabbed his hands, tugging them firmly against her sides, rendering them useless save for the one motion that could grant him mercy: a tap. Avery’s eyes sparkled with challenge as she settled in, savoring the moment.

[Lico]

The pat on his cheek brought some warm to it. Now he couldn't help but to think what kind of reward she'd give him if this wasn't a match. As Avery announced the reward she had for him for this occasion, however, Yuto could feel a little shiver on his back. He certainly wouldn't be disappointed indeed.

She sat back on his face, with her feet tucked under his head, completely trapping it. Her hands seized his to make him completely helpless, leaving tapping out as his only choice to get out from his predicament. There were more muffled moans came from him, his lower half wriggling and twitching. He could feel himself throbbing down there, but he tried to endure the smothering for as long as he could. After all, this was supposed to be a reward, right? He's going to show her that she appreciated her ass by not being in a hurry to get out from under them.

"Mmmmgghh... hhnnggg..."

Fortunately, Yuto had plenty of experience being smothered, so he had learned to preserve his breathing to last longer. It helped that Avery gave him a bit of time to prepare himself rather than catching him off guard. Her weight squashing his head was more of an issue, although it's also enjoyable in it's own way, at least for now.

[RockRye]

Avery couldn’t help but feel a flicker of genuine admiration as she watched him endure. Despite the overwhelming situation, he wasn’t giving up. That kind of resolve, even in the face of such thorough domination, was rare. Most people in his position, opponents and clients alike, would have folded by now. But not him. No, he stayed beneath her, utterly pinned and helpless, yet refusing to tap.

He was full of surprises. He clearly knew what he wanted and was willing to suffer to get it. Avery respected that in people, though she wouldn’t admit it aloud. It wasn’t every day she came across someone with the backbone to endure such an overwhelming predicament.

Her weight stayed firmly planted atop him, her thick, curvaceous frame enveloping his face. She felt the faint, rhythmic puffs of air against her skin as he struggled to take in any breath he could manage. It was almost amusing how unrelenting his arousal remained despite his position, too. Avery entertained herself with the thought, noting that even some of her session clients had displayed more composure than this man did in the heat of the moment.

She released one of his hands, letting it fall uselessly for just a moment as her own hand wandered down. With a single, deliberate motion, she flicked the waistband of his pants with her fingernail, the sharp snap of the material breaking through the otherwise muffled ambiance of their entanglement. The motion made her point clear: she knew exactly how little control he had over his own reactions, and she wasn’t above teasing him for it.

Before he could process the gesture, Avery reclaimed his hand, pulling it firmly against her toned stomach. Her muscles tensed beneath his fingers, a subtle reminder of the raw power she wielded over him.

“If you can hear me under there,” she said, her tone almost sing-song, “you’d better take advantage of your escape while you still can.”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Avery began to wiggle her hips, the motion causing her rear to shift and roll atop his face.

[Lico]

The tricky part of enduring was to get lost within the excitement while doing it. Especially from this kind of position where his consciousness would start slipping away if he's pushing himself too far. Despite that, a part of Yuto just wanted to stay under Avery for a little longer. Just a little longer...

He felt her flicked his pants, causing his lower half to buck off a little, his bulge throbbed some more. The fact that she noticed it made him felt embarrassed, and yet it's only fueling the excitement he got from his helplessness. Then her hand took his to feel her midsection, another display of her power that's flowing into his senses. He instinctively tried to knead her midsection just like he did her thigh earlier, wanting to feel more of her muscles. The distractions were just piling up that Yuto was starting to drift off under Avery, until he heard her voice which sounded almost like a warning.

"N-nnghhh...!" the grinding causing him to wriggle around, his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

And it was starting to get real good too.

Alas, he had to tap out here, as fainting would only get in the way of the match. His hand that was on his side tapped weakly a few times on her side, as the other one was still too occupied with feeling her abs.

[RockRye]

Avery couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face as she felt his hands roam over her abs, his fingers tracing the taut, defined muscles beneath her skin. He was so addicted to her, so enraptured by the sheer power she wielded over him, that he couldn’t stop himself. As if to reward him, or maybe just to tease him further, she flexed her core, making the muscles ripple under his touch. At the same time, she squeezed her rear even more tightly around his face, sealing him in so deeply that his nose brushed more firmly against her.

It was almost laughable how completely he had given himself over to her. To Avery, this might as well have been a worship session. She had complete power over him, and he was utterly captivated by the dangerous wonder of her body.

She waited, patient as ever, for what she knew was coming. He had some fortitude, she’d give him that, but everyone had their limits. Avery could tell he was the type who would want to stay conscious to experience every second of this domination. Finally, it came—a weak set of taps against her side. Avery felt the feeble, desperate movement against her skin and chuckled softly. The distant referee, wisely keeping her distance from the overwhelming spectacle, signaled the beginning of a worship session. Avery didn’t bother acknowledging her, too focused on her triumph.

She peeled herself off of Yuto’s face with deliberate slowness, rising onto one knee first before twisting aside. Avery dropped onto her butt beside him, one hand propping her up as she admired her handiwork.

"Now’s the time to worship, as if you weren't already," she said, her voice as smooth and commanding as ever.

She stretched one long, powerful leg across his chest, resting it there casually as if to give him a new task.

"Start there," she instructed, the edge of a challenge in her tone. "And be attentive. I expect nothing less."

[Lico]

The process of Avery getting off him felt like it's done in a slow motion, or perhaps he had been deprived enough of air that Yuto's brain started to lag. He gasped and twitched around like a fish out of water as she gave him his breathing space back, looking a little groggy for a short time. He gazed at her, flustered and in awe at the same time. Her domineering presence only gotten even stronger, and as she offered her leg for him to worship, the boy nodded meekly. This match itself might just be a long worship session in disguise.

Yuto took Avery's ankle, carefully, like he's moving a precious object, bringing it closer to his face. He began with her sole, kissing it gently, making sure to cover every inch of it, occasionally sniffing it as well. There was a time limit, but he wasn't really thinking of it as he wanted to be thorough. He could feel some twitch and throb between his legs every now and then, his expression almost looking a little silly as he's gotten engrossed with the task before too long. The smooches were also getting firmer and more eager every time.

Once the sole was done, he shifted himself to a sitting position and kissed her insteps next. Once in a while he glanced up at Avery to see he reaction while he's making his way towards her toes to kiss those as well.

The referee seemed to be a little hesitant to inform them that the boy had actually gone overtime.

[RockRye]

Avery kept her thick, curvaceous leg draped languidly over Yuto’s chest, resting her weight back on her palms with an air of calm dominance. Her patience, however, was not infinite, and her sharp blue gaze bored into him, compelling him to move before she decided this session of worship might end early. The look in her eyes alone was enough to make most people snap to attention, and she made it clear what she expected, her gaze flitting pointedly between her outstretched leg and his dazed face.

Finally, Yuto stirred, his senses gradually returning after being overwhelmed by her suffocating presence. Though his movements were slow, his intention was evident. Avery’s lips curled upward in a sly smirk, knowing he understood what was at stake. She had no problem reminding him who was in charge, and the deliberate tilt of her chin as she loomed over him drove that point home.

Then, he began.

Avery raised a brow in faint surprise as his attention drifted downward, not to her thigh, not even to the curve of her calf, but to her foot. He reached for it reverently.

Her smirk deepened into something more entertained as she realized the truth of it.

“Oh, you’re one of those,” she mused aloud, her tone dripping with bemusement. “A foot lover.”

The way she said it was as though she’d unraveled a secret about him. Avery, always one to understand how to exploit someone’s weaknesses, filed that information away for later. In sessions, she’d encountered this type before. Those who loved being underfoot were easy to please and to keep tempting back for more. And frankly, she enjoyed it. Beyond the ease of teasing someone with her feet, there was something deeply satisfying about grinding someone’s sense of self under the literal weight of her foot.

For the allotted time, she let him have his fun. His lips pressed softly to the top of her foot, his fingers grazing her heel with a blend of reverence and fascination. Avery lounged there, every inch the queen surveying her devoted subject. She even took to lounging at some point, so unworried that he would attempt to retaliate. The weight of her dominance filled the room, even as she appeared at ease.

But Avery was nothing if not calculating, and after a few indulgent minutes of watching him worship her foot, she decided it was time to move on. She shifted slightly, her smirk sharpening into something more dangerous.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she said, pulling her foot away with a sudden, decisive motion. “Time to make you tap again.”

She grabbed his arm with a grip far stronger than her elegant frame suggested and yanked so he slid over the mattress closer to her, leaving her sitting above his head. With a swift, practiced motion, she swung her legs around and brought both of her feet down against his face, pressing her soles firmly against his nose and mouth.

Avery’s aim wasn’t subtle. This hold wasn’t about overwhelming him with technique. It was playful, experimental, and entirely escapable. She didn’t bind him or use her weight to trap him in place; she only applied just enough pressure with her feet to smother him slightly, giving him every opportunity to break free.

But she wasn’t entirely sure he would.

[Lico]

Avery's remark about him being a foot lover made Yuto twitched a little. Even though he's not denying it, being called out was still a little embarrassing at times. Not that it stopped him from continuing to worship her foot. He almost looked a little disappointed when she pulled away as the allotted time was up.

Although before he could even think of his next action, she already pulled him closer to her, before planting both her soles on his face, causing him to jerk around a little in surprise. It almost like she wanted him to continue worshipping her feet. His hands reached for her ankle as she didn't do anything else to restrain him, but with his mind still clouded by the worship session, Yuto didn't pull her legs away immediately. It's as if he's caught in between whether to indulge himself or resisting.

"Mmmgg..."

There was a moment of pause, but eventually, and somewhat reluctantly, the boy tried to move her feet aside as if he just had came out from a tough internal struggle. In the end, this was still a match, or at least he still remembered that he's in one. He'd try to hold onto her ankles while he's getting a fresh air, before attempting to roll away from her. He'd need some time to recover both physically and mentally, but it's unlikely he'd be afforded the time to do so.