Checkmate in Waiting

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt’s whole body burned, not just with the pain radiating from her strained legs, hips, and lower back but with the raw humiliation of her current predicament. She gritted her teeth against the screams that kept escaping her lips, her bare underwear leaving her feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she could bear. But it wasn’t just the physical agony or the embarrassment of her position that was crushing her. It was Jamie’s words.

He’d brought up that night.

Even as the sharp twinge in her muscles made her whole body tremble, her mind couldn’t help but replay the memory. Jamie, with his too-charming smile and sweet, coaxing words, had talked her into trying his precious "erotic wrestling." She hadn’t known what she was walking into, not fully. She certainly hadn’t expected him to take every opportunity to position her as the “jobber,” leaving her clueless and flailing in the face of his practiced moves.

The mortification from that night felt fresh again, a wound reopened, especially because she knew how many had seen the recording. She remembered watching it herself, her own face turning redder and redder with every replay. The poses he’d put her in, the look of triumph on his face as he dominated her so thoroughly, had haunted her. She had... perhaps enjoyed it at the time. Having people see her enjoying it had utterly humiliated her.

And now, here he was, dragging her through a fresh humiliation, twisting her body in ways that made her scream, while casually bringing up one night she wished she could erase from the known past.

Avery’s face flushed, her teeth grinding together as she forced herself to focus on the present. She’d endured enough, and there was no way she’d let him win again. Not like this. He wasn’t bending her like this back then, she reminded herself. He hadn’t truly beaten her. Not in this way, and not ever again.

Her fury boiled over as Jamie taunted her, and she growled out through clenched teeth, “I HATE THIS!” Her voice cracked with the strain of both her pain and her fury, but she refused to let it break her.

Desperation and anger gave her a sudden surge of strength. Her eyes darted around the room, locking onto the bottom leg of the couch nearby. She wasn’t tapping. She’d rather have her legs snapped clean off than give him the satisfaction. Avery sucked in a sharp breath and reached out with both hands, her fingers grasping the couch leg like it was her lifeline.

With a guttural scream, part agony and part defiance, Avery yanked herself toward the couch with all her might. The motion wrenched her body forward so violently that she felt her legs beginning to break from Jamie's grasp, and then she yanked herself again to free herself.

[ADarlingDucky]

Getting ahold of Avery's legs, the power dynamic of the submission hold changed the moment that the effeminate man began to turn her over, as Avery lost the leverage she needed to keep squeezing his waist, her legs relaxing considerably! It would flip entirely, however, when Jamie fully rolled her over and sat down atop her back, his plump behind squishing against her muscles as he wrenched back on those incredibly thick thighs, folding Avery nearly in half with the boston crab he had locked her in! The male wrestler, considerably smaller than his opposition, had her screaming out in pain underneath him as he bent her, the dynamic once more shifting in his favor! And unlike his teasing comments or gentle takedowns, now he was wrenching with everything that he could, pulling back hard on Avery's legs to send as much agony into her spine as possible, since he knew this wouldn't stop her from fighting!

Still, with her dress being brought down by gravity and her lower body clad in nothing but small, delicate underwear that showed off far more skin than it covered, Jamie's mind was briefly cast back to the night that they had first met. It was actually rather a shame that Avery wasn't more endeared to that time, given that in the moment back then, she seemed to have relished in the new experience, the lewd wrestling they shared. Still, as he had thought before, he wasn't sure that all of those feelings had actually left her. Rather, they were likely buried under a healthy share of rage over the fallout.

And if he could dig through all that, he might just get back to that Avery who he had met back then.

In the moment, however, she was in the midst of screaming in rage, declaring her hatred out loud for the black haired male to hear, before she would reach out and grip the matted floor tight, her nails digging into it as she began to crawl forward! Jamie had already captured her incredibly powerful lower half to execute the hold, and occupied with that as he was, he didn't have the ability to stop her from crawling forwards slowly! Still, he didn't figure she had anything to move towards, the entire room barren besides the upturned couch, and it wasn't like she could use that to her advantage... could she?

She could.

"Really? Because... nnngh... I couldn't tell!" Jamie hissed through grit teeth, a bit of exasperation creeping into his voice, but when the blonde gripped the couch leg, suddenly, she had more leverage than before to work with! Jamie was surprised by the sudden amount of strength in her legs, but now that they were straining hard to unfold, he would have no choice! He'd let the limbs of his opponent yank him off of her back, executing a quick tuck and roll as he was flung off of her to escape without a nasty landing. The curvy male would end up rolling into a kneeling position, turning to glance at Avery, now very much freed of his submission, and likely, reaching new levels of anger!

[RockRye]

Avery had come to learn over the years that anger could be a force as driving as it was consuming. It had been her lifeline in darker times, when her... missteps had brought her crashing down from the heights she once claimed. It had helped her shatter barriers posed by rivals and obstacles alike. And now, anger surged through her body as she fought against Jamie’s hold that had her bent nearly in half and screaming in agony.

The sheer humiliation of it added fuel to her fire. Every nerve in her back and legs screamed at her to stop, to give in, but Avery would sooner collapse than let Jamie have this moment. Gritting her teeth, her vision clouded with rage, she latched onto the couch leg with both hands and pulled, her body a study in raw, furious determination.

Her muscles, taut and glistening in the light, bulged with effort. Her arms and shoulders rippled with power as she heaved herself forward, the strain forcing veins to rise beneath her skin. Inch by inch, she dragged herself free, her progress punctuated by a guttural roar. Her triumph was twofold: breaking free from Jamie’s clutches and, for a brief moment, making him stumble as her momentum nearly pulled him off balance. Sensing the danger, he wisely rolled to safety before she could take him down with her.

The instant the pressure was gone, Avery gasped in relief. Every fiber of her being cried for rest, but she ignored it, pulling herself toward the couch like a woman possessed. The moment her hand found purchase on the seat cushion, she pushed herself up onto her knees, her breaths ragged and labored, but her gaze sharp as a blade.

Her blue eyes locked on Jamie, her fury still simmering beneath her composed facade. She tugged her disheveled dress back into place, smoothing the fabric over her toned body in a vain attempt to mask her pain. But her every motion betrayed her, from the slight tremor in her hands to the subtle flinch of her legs.

“You better have enjoyed that,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous as she rose to her feet. Each movement was deliberate, controlled, masking the throbbing ache in her muscles. “Because if you hadn't done that, I could have let you off easy.”

In one fluid motion, she yanked a cushion from the couch and flung it at him. The throw was precise enough to block his vision, a simple enough distraction as she surged forward immediately after. Her shoulder dropped low, her body a blur as she drove her shoulder at his chest with the force of a freight train.

[ADarlingDucky]

The longer that Jamie held the boston crab, the longer that Avery's spine was put under the agonizing pressure that the submission applied, but at the same time, the angrier it seemed to make the heavyweight blonde, as she slowly pulled herself along the floor! Her screams had gone from those of a woman in pain to some sort of primal rage, and once she had managed to grip the leg of the couch, she now had the leverage to put that rage into use, grabbing hold tight and flexing her lower body! Jamie, sat atop her back, could feel the sudden influx of power that she was granted, and as he tried his best to keep the submission up, it was clear that she would be able to unfurl her legs sooner rather than later! So, opting not to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when that occurred, he would drop the hold, letting her fling him off and rolling to catch himself as he hit the mat, coming up on a knee as she broke free!

The release of the submission gave them both a moment to recollect themselves, as Jamie would dust himself off slightly after his roll, and Avery would fix her dress and her hair, before regarding him with a dangerous gaze. It was no secret that she was very much acting off of raw emotion, and it seemed that being stuck in a submission hold had only intensified that very emotion! If Jamie wanted any chance to talk to a more rational Avery Merritt, he'd need to tire her out before she got finished putting his head through one of the apartment's walls!

Let me off easy? I remember you being awfully close to breaking me in half before I did that. You consider that letting me off easy?" Jamie smirked, though he was well aware that she probably did consider that getting off easy. Now, she seemed more motivated to batter him until he was in far worse of a state, and that all began when she suddenly snatched up one of the cushions from the couch and hurled it directly at his head!

"Woah!" Jamie let out a surprised gasp as the section of the couch flew at him, though he managed to get his hands up in time and catch the section of cushion as it came to him, lifting it up once he had his hands on it to find Avery hurtling towards him!

Seeing Avery darting his way, Jamie was treated to a rare moment of time slowing down as he considered his options. If she connected with him, there was a high likelihood that it would be utterly devastating a spear that would launch him across the room and leave him at her mercy. And given how she was currently feeling, he could only imagine that it wouldn't end well for him. But with limited time, his solution would end up being quite... unorthodox!

"Have it your way!" Jamie cried, and with all of the force that he could muster, he'd swing both of his arms downward, bringing the couch cushion crashing down on Avery in a move more apt for a pillow fight than self defense! Still, he'd look to bring it down hard on her head mid-charge, and if he connected, hopefully thwart her momentum and buy himself some more time!

[RockRye]

Avery felt the sharp, searing pain in her back, but she shoved it aside as she charged at Jamie. Pain could wait. The dull ache in her muscles, the strain in her lower back from his hold. It all became secondary to the single goal blazing in her mind. This wasn’t about strategy or pacing. There were no falls, no rules, no referee, and no crowd to impress. This was personal and raw: she wanted to crush Jamie, to impose her will upon him completely, and the sooner she did so, the better.

Her footfalls were heavy and purposeful as she closed the distance, her focus solely on her target. There was nothing graceful in her approach, just sheer determination and the inevitability of her impact. The pillow she’d flung at him, he clung to like a safety blanket, a fleeting obstacle she thought would give her an edge while it covered her approach.

But Jamie, ever resourceful, swung the very same pillow back at her just as she lunged. The soft yet surprisingly impactful thud of it against her head knocked her slightly off-course, her vision jolting to the side for a split second. It wasn’t enough to stop her momentum, nothing was, but it did unbalance her, disrupting what should have been a clean takedown.

Instead, Avery toppled into him at an awkward angle, her thick, curvy frame colliding with his. The force of her body drove them both down, limbs tangling as they hit the mats again. Avery let out a sharp cry of discomfort as her own landing sent another wave of pain through her already strained back, and the way their flesh and bones crashed and cracked against one another would have caused even the thickest-bodied woman pain.

Her body jiggled and shifted as it settled atop him, every ounce of her imposing presence pressing against his leaner frame. It was far from the dignified domination she’d envisioned, and the thought annoyed her even before she fully realized her position.

With a low groan, she lifted her head to assess the situation, her disheveled hair partially obscuring her view. What she saw made her freeze for a moment: her crotch was firmly planted against Jamie’s face, the most tantalizing position imaginable. Her instincts kicked in almost immediately, and she scrambled to adjust, pushing up awkwardly with her palms. Her legs, toned and powerful, shifted quickly to attempt to trap his head between her thighs in a schoolgirl pin.

“Stay right there if you know what's good for you,” she commanded, her voice breathless but firm.

[ADarlingDucky]

Avery barreled towards Jamie like a raging bull, head down as she stomped across the mats towards him, displaying a surprising and frightening amount of speed for a woman of her size, all with the express purpose of squashing this ghost from her past! Fortunately, Jamie had a weapon. Well, it wasn't exactly much of a weapon, but it was more than his bare hands, and so he would raise the couch cushion high up above his head, and swing it down with all the force that he could muster from his position! There was barely any weight to the cushy pillow, but Jamie would bring it down all the same, the soft object smacking into Avery's head and forcing it downwards, throwing her off during the middle of her charge! But, as Jamie was about to find out, he had done very little to curb Avery's momentum, and despite causing her to tumble, it would be directly into him!

"UUUGH!" Jamie felt the air leave his body as Avery crashed into them, and for a brief moment, the world became a blur as the pair collapsed to the mat, a tangle of limbs as Avery tumbled ass over teakettle into him! Being the far bigger half of this impact, Avery would bowl him over completely, and that meant that when Jamie landed hard on the mat, she'd land hard on top of him, the rolling over him and crushing him flat before the pair would come to a rest, their bodies finally settling after the collision.

And what a position they had settled into.

Jamie groaned as his body protested the impact it had just been subjected to, but in the first of many things that would strike him as odd, the noise was muffled, only a low groan that was instantly quieted. Then, there was the weight across his body, from his midsection and thighs traveling as far up as his face, having pinned him flush to the matted floor. And opening his eyes, he'd find the source.

Avery was sitting on his face. Well, her body laid atop his, but the pair had landed in such a fashion that her dress, once more failing to cover her lower body, would be pushed aside, and her scantily clad crotch was tight against his facial features! The pair seemed to realize this at the same time, and before Jamie could truly try and work his way free, Avery sat up and pressed firmly down atop him, a far more concentrated use of her weight that would make escape incredibly difficult! And at the same time, the heat of her body, the scent of her, would be delivered to Jamie in the purest way possible, her womanhood grinding against him as she took her place, looking down the length of her curvy form at him and issuing him a command to stay!

"Mmmph?" Jamie cocked an eyebrow, conveying his surprise at her words. Stay where he was? Well, hardly the worst thing she had told him to do so far, and given the intimacy of such a position, he wondered what she intended on keeping him like this for. But, just because he was pinned tight, didn't mean he didn't have anything to do. Shifting himself into her, Jamie would bury his head between her legs, and deliver an incredibly gentle nibble to the inside of her thigh, so high up that it was where leg met hip, a sensitive area of the body on it's own. And, should her memory serve, it was not the first time he had done so to the blonde, calling back to nights shared between them long, long ago!

[RockRye]

Avery felt more than content with Jamie’s head nestled close in her most intimate space. The thin barrier of her attire, though modestly covering her, did little to detract from the sense of power she derived from his placement beneath her because she knew that he would have no reprieve to employ his tricks and traps and silver tongue. Her thick, dominating thighs framed his head entirely, rendering him small and helpless under her weight as she perched atop his neck, her muscles flexed and taut, ready to press him into submission.

She wasn’t focused on the closeness; she was fixated on the message she intended to deliver, one that would leave no room for misunderstanding. Her fingers threaded firmly into his hair, gripping to keep him still as she began to extend her legs, planning to lock his head in a punishing scissor hold. Her adductors flared, burying him to his temples in the dense muscle of her thighs, and she leaned forward with a commanding air.

“Stay still,” she instructed, her tone measured but brooking no defiance. “It’ll all be over quickly if you behave.”

But then, unexpectedly, she felt it. A nip, quick and sharp, in the vulnerable pocket of skin where her thigh met her crotch, exposed by the meager cut of her underwear. It didn’t hurt, not truly, but the sensation was so unexpected and startling that she squealed in shock. Her composure cracked for a split second as her body instinctively lifted to escape any further impropriety. Her hands flew from his hair as she tried to reel herself back in, her face flushed, half with outrage and half with embarrassment at her reaction.

“Did you—?!” she blurted, her voice high-pitched with disbelief before cutting herself off, shaking her head to dispel the flustered haze. No, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

With renewed determination, she shifted to plop back down onto him, her weight landing heavier this time as if to make a point. Instead of her crotch, it was her full, round backside that now descended upon him.

[ADarlingDucky]

The sudden and violent collision of Avery and Jamie had sent both of them tumbling to the mat with a thud, and by sheer happenstance, Avery had landed in perfect position to capitalize, as she had come to rest with her crotch covering Jamie's face! From there she had only needed to push herself up and sit down flush atop him, framing his captured head with her thighs as Jamie's world now became consumed by her, a view of her crotch pressing down on him and the rest of his gaze traveling up the length of her body to where she leaned over to gaze down at him. She looked dominant and regal in all aspects, and Jamie was struck with a very brief admiration of the woman she had turned into, pompous as she was. She was powerful and carried herself as such, but unfortunately for him, that power was currently being used to destroy him for the fact that he was not so eager to let Avery forget the past!

However, given how intimate of a position he had ended up in underneath the blonde bombshell, Jamie had the opportunity to press his luck once again, and the raven haired man never passed by something like that! He'd lean his head in and gently nip at Avery's skin, the intimate area where her leg met her hip, so very close to her womanhood but just far enough away to avoid it. And the result was immediate, Avery shooting up off of him with a startled cry, perhaps not expecting such a move from him, or perhaps not expecting the way it made her feel!

"Did I what?" Jamie would give a slight smirk at his own reply, though it was slightly strained due to just getting a fresh breath of air. It seemed that she was surprised by the action, a good thing for him. The bad thing is that she wasn't surprised enough.

With a sudden shift, Avery would change the way her body leaned, before beginning to lower back down towards him. And this time her massive, shapely ass would be the thing coming down on his face, as Jamie would have only a brief moment to take in a breath before her scantily clad cheeks would come to cover his face, burying him deep in her rear end as she sat down upon him once more!

Mmmph! Mmmhh!" A few muffled groans came from Avery's rear end, as Jamie's limbs shifted against the mat underneath her, and his hands came up to grasp at her hips, the weight of the blonde's curves flush atop him! Avery's ass, covered only by her very scandalously skimpy underwear, would completely swallow his features, and he was left in complete darkness underneath her, now facing a far more intimidating smother than the one before! Jamie let out a low groan as she settled in atop him, though once more, he couldn't help but deliver a quick smooch to Avery's ample behind, an intimate gesture, but one far less likely to get him out of trouble as the one that got him into this predicament just moments ago!

[RockRye]

Avery was exactly where she wanted and needed to be to put a stop to his antics, completely in control. Her dominance radiated through every inch of her body, her sheer presence suffocating Jamie as effectively as her weight pressed him into the mat. For all her satisfaction in the moment, she couldn’t resist bringing her fingers to the spot where he had nipped her. Her expression flickered with annoyance, her brow furrowing as her fingers rubbed over the faintly sensitive area. Yet, as her lips pressed into a line, there was something softer in her reaction, a trace of curiosity she wouldn’t admit even to herself. For just a moment, the irritation gave way to the faintest touch of amusement. But whatever it was, it passed quickly.

Her grip on composure was reestablished the moment Jamie’s muffled moans reached her ears. Avery’s lips twisted into a cold sneer, and she let out a derisive huff as she responded by jolting her hips downward with purpose, grinding her weight further onto his face. The motion was deliberate, her hips shifting to make sure he felt every inch of her control.

“Shut up, Jamie,” she snapped, though without the rage she had carried before. She no longer needed it now that she reigned atop him. “I told you to listen.”

She shifted her position slightly, her thighs framing his temples more tightly, leaving him with no escape. Her legs, thick and powerful, pressed against him as her control over the situation grew more suffocating. Every subtle movement of her hips seemed designed to remind him how utterly trapped he was beneath her.

“Let me explain something to you, and you better pay attention.” Avery’s voice remained sharp, her words deliberate and laced with authority. “This little… position you’re in? This is exactly where you belong. And if you don’t get that through your head soon, I’ll just have to keep teaching you until you do.”

And then, he kissed her. She had been kissed on the ass mid-facesit enough to recognize the shifting of his lips. Her movement froze mid-grind as the audacity of the act settled in. For a brief moment, Avery’s expression was unreadable. Her lips parted slightly, caught between surprise and something unspoken. But that moment passed quickly, and her anger returned, now sharper and filled with a wicked glee. She could use this to enforce her point.

“Oh, so you can learn your new place?” she taunted, her voice dropping into a low, condescending bite. “Kissing my ass. Literally. That makes you like everyone else who crosses me, and that’s exactly what you should be doing. It’s about time you started showing me some respect.”

To punctuate her words, she shifted her posture again. Rising onto her toes and palms, she pressed her weight down harder, pinning him fully between her ass and the mats to the point that pressure would start to build in his head. It was about making her dominance felt in every fiber of his being. Making him sense danger.

“So let me repeat myself, while I have one ounce of patience left. This is how it works now,” Avery continued, her voice measured and commanding. “You keep quiet. You keep your distance. And you remember that I’m more than you can handle. Do you understand that?”

Each word was accompanied by a shift in her hips, her weight bearing down on him with a methodical precision. The grinding was relentless, her body forcing him into submission without a single wasted motion.

“If you can manage that, Jamie,” she said, her tone softening into something that almost sounded like mercy, “then maybe, just maybe, I’ll leave it at this. But if you keep testing me…” She trailed off, letting the silence hang heavy in the air, her dominance speaking louder than any words could.

[ADarlingDucky]

Splayed out underneath Avery Merritt, Jamie was quick to test the limits of his position underneath the blonde, as only a few moments after she had sat up to trap him firmly underneath her crotch, he had given her a quick little nip, a love bite really, to a quite intimate spot on her body! Looking to see what Avery would do, he wouldn't see it so much as have his vision completely obscured when she shifted her weight, sitting up just enough to slide forwards and sit down once more, now smothering his face in her massive ass! Her plump cheeks, large and jiggly and pale as could be, were enough to cover his whole face, and Jamie was left underneath her with no way to get any air at all! Her ass was always an exceptional feature of hers, and it seemed that since they had first met she had seen fit to turn it into a weapon, with Jamie now getting to see firsthand just how good it was at smothering out another wrestler!

She was quick to demand his attention once more as well! Buried as he might be in her massive ass, Jamie could still hear Avery's words as they cut through the air, the busty blonde beginning to taunt him once more, informing him that this position was somewhere he belonged! He didn't necessarily disagree, though he had perhaps some different ideas on how best to get there. Avery crushing him was not exactly one of them, though it was how he had found himself here currently, and for the time being, she wasn't going to let up!

And then, he had kissed her ass.

For a moment, her concentration broke, but she would quickly shift her hips once more, grinding her cheeks on his face as she re-collected herself, before she began to speak once more, a mocking tone taking over. Avery had taken the smooch as an act of submission, something placating her as she began to put more weight down on him, utterly burying him between her cheeks. His nose tickled against the fabric of her underwear, buried in the deepest recesses of her ass, a sign of how thorough her smother was! But as she taunted him, ending with a warning about testing her... Jamie decided to give her what she was looking for.

If Avery was looking for submission, for worship, she would get it. Only, she might not get it in the way that she expected, and she might not be getting it for the reasons that she was looking for.

"Mmmmmhhh..." With a low moan, Jamie would take his tongue and run it along the length of Avery's ass, giving her a long, lurid lick in the deepest part of her rear! He'd wait for a moment for the shock of the sensation to settle, before doing it again. And again, and again. He'd continue running his tongue along her cheeks, alternating between them and then directly down the middle, tracing the very thin line of her underwear and getting plenty of the bare skin around it, as he gave her a passionate and submissive treatment! Of course, it wasn't the first time he had been so... intimate with her rear end, but it still was just as enthralling as the last! But as Jamie very nearly ate Avery's ass, he was waiting for even the slightest sign of relaxation, of her getting lost in the moment, all so he could be poised to make his escape...