Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

[Afterhoursclub]

There definitely was a moment in which Brielle blacked out, if only for a few seconds, but it happened-

When she came back, her brain had to "refamiliarize" with the scene, her current context: Every single muscle on her body was hurting like hell, she was rapidly drawing short breaths, heart pumping fast, and now... a pulsating headache, a consequence of the hard slam against the locker. The Brit was lying down on her side, cheek pressed against the cold floor, feeling the weight of her eyelids increasing.

"Uughh..." A few moans escaped her lips, lacking the strength to stand up by herself.

If it had been up to her, Brielle could have easily stayed there, motionless for the rest of the night until staff members or other fighters found her the next day. Having already burned the last of what little stamina she had left... after the grueling encounter, and the start of their impromptu "rematch" with the model.

However, it didn't really take much brainpower to predict that Domino would have different plans for her... for them.

"Hmph... Fuck... off..." She muttered under her breath, noticing the Model's shadow already looming over her, his eyes beaming among his obscured features while standing between her and the ceiling lamps. Still fighting the fact that she could not move to defend herself... even though her sharpest weapon had never been any of her muscles-

"Enjoying... ugh... yourself, p-pretty boy?" She spat out, about the only thing she could do at that moment.

A pained grunt, when her arm was yanked, forcing her to stand up, and then she was turned around as if she was nothing more than a prop, having no strength left to push the model back.

Without wasting a single second, Domino pressed their figures together, locking her legs with his own, trapping her right arm behind his back, effectively rendering the limb useless, and locking his arm behind her neck to trap her in a textbook Abdominal stretch. His bare torso was grinding against her back while twisting her entire frame.

"Arghh... ahh..." The strain was immediate; every single muscle in her abdominal region tensed against her will, her back burning with each passing second, her abs began to pop up from under her slick skin due to the constant tension of the stretch, and almost every limb of hers was immobilized.

Her whole face contorted into a pained grimace, baring her teeth and closing her eyes. Her only free limb clawing desperately at his knee, but the padding negated any significant damage.

"Ohh... F-Fuck..." Her entire abdomen was on fire. She shook her head before turning toward him, her eyes focusing on his purple orbs. A mixture of anger and tiredness at first, until a faint smirk drew across the corner of her mouth. Hitting at a small bit of enjoyment, even in such a predicament...

"T- this... all you... got?" She shot, between gritted teeth.

[CyanDimitrik]

Anger was a thing Domino wasn't quite expecting to see. But thankfully, it quickly vanished into something... a little more familiar. Going too rough wasn't his original intention. That one, he's laying on her! But he's not going to pretend that the last moments of their match didn't beg for a follow-up. And the way she'd gone for him when it came down to it all but confirmed it to him.

So, regrets? Here? Not really. She's goading him on. Dare he suppose it, she's even indulging. There's no way he's going to deny her. Or himself, at this point.

"Not a chance..."

He could feel how little resistance she could offer him at this point. He could take his time with her now, to enjoy it. So as he straightens himself further, wrenching the woman sideways at an ever-increasing angle, he lets his hand slide inwards again. Fingers begin coursing along skin, feeling out the firm ridges of her abdominals just beneath the hem of her corset.

"Just giving you a chance to breathe first. Gotta have enough air to scream for me," he teases.

His palm comes to rest flush against the center of her taut midsection, fingers splayed. He leans back, stretching her tighter, reducing the chance to clench and brace before suddenly pressing his fingertips hard into her midsection, isolating her core abdominal muscles and squeezing in an abdominal stretch-stomach claw combination. The Sterling Stretch!

[Afterhoursclub]

There was only the heat of their figures tightly pressed against each other, and the friction of their skin rubbing together with each movement, each pull, and each twist. All of it keeps the competitive nature of the impromptu encounter, while casting a new intimate light over it... as much as this was already obvious almost from the very beginning.

Brielle was now completely trapped; her upper and lower body turned in different directions, putting a great deal of strain on her midsection. Her skin glistened under the locker room lights, stretched taut, revealing the trained abs underneath.

Brielle shook her head. The goth's arms flailed wildly in the air, but they did little to stop Domino from wrenching the hold even more. Prompting a hollow and almost instinctive cry from Brielle. His fingers slid down the middle of her toned abdomen, tracing the folds and spaces between each of her stretched and exposed abdominal muscles, slowly exploring every inch of her anatomy.

"Uughh!" The tension increased, and the Devilish goth could do nothing more than watch the model delight himself in one of her most notorious attributes. Her hips started shaking, a product of being forced to bear the weight of both in a rather uncomfortable position.

"Hmph... keep this up..." she raised her head to get a better look at Domino, "And I'll -ugh- I'll start thinking... you're jealous..."

His hand stopped flat over her belly, letting him sense the involuntary trembling of her muscles battling the hyperextension of the core, and the rise and fall of her chest, her uneven breathing

Then, the claw came- soft caresses from her fingers stopped abruptly when these dug deep into her skin, passing a thick sheen of sweat and grabbing a tight hold of her abdominal wall, clenching it hard, pulling every fiber of her abdominals as he tried to turn his hand into a fist.

A pained shriek escaped her- loud enough to alert anyone who might have been close to the room's entrance at that moment. She clenched her teeth tight, as her face contorted in a painful grimace once more. Brielle's entire body flinched, but it was forced to remain in place and absorb the localized claw in its entirety, ironically turning her prized conditioning into her biggest disadvantage.

"Ughh... I´ll-...hmph!" Brielle tried to speak, but it was as if the very words she was about to say were suddenly stopped inside of her. Struggling to break the hold, but to no avail.