We're Doing What Now? - Domino vs. Arlise Christiaens (Apartment PoW Match)

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino had bundled the girl into an undeniably sexy ball of redhead, and if he could get a pin out of it to secure their match, all the better. Armbars were kind of convenient like that, and the more he wrestled girls, the more he found he could utilize a size advantage.

What he didn't expect was Arlise's leg strength! She kicked out, forcing Domino back down against the bed! His arm still trapped against her damp hips, the young model writhes against the bed at the immediate pressure, further skewing the blanket and sheets. His heels slide across the smooth, soft surface, and his back arches, putting his sleekly-toned abdominals and defined chest more on display for the cameras - and perhaps more importantly, her. The position also does nothing to hide the evidence of his very physical, if unspoken, desire for her. That, he'd prefer be a bit more subtle. But right now? Pain.

Every thrash sees him trying to huddle against her hips again, his elbow and arm squirming between her legs more directly than intended. But as the referee asks if he gives up, it's met with a firm and defiant shake of his head!

[Winter]

Lise heard what must have been the beginnings of the ref's count just before she lashed out in a mass of ramrod-straight legs and bouncing breasts to thrust Domino back into a flatter position on the bed. And the maneuver worked...partially to her surprise, but mostly to her confident satisfaction. A smirk flashed over her features as she stretched out, yanked at his wrists at hands hungry to bend him, and watched the tell-tale signs that she had stretched his shoulder and elbow into a position as opposed to their joints as possible.

She always enjoyed watching, feeling herself crunching a confident guy into the throes of submission, but she got a touch more satisfaction as she watched him beneath her calves, dragging himself all over the top of the bed to escape. He cut a nice suffering figure, she couldn't help but notice, a notion that she was sure was being driven further to her attention every time his kicking and writhing dragged his tricep across her bottoms.

Yet she allowed no distraction. Though he fought to rise again and turn her back over, her body had become rigid, a testament to training and determination, and remained clamped on his arm. "Tell me you give up, then...", she rushed to say, with a seductive tilt to her voice, in between panting.

[CyanDimitrik]

Endurance is always a necessary thing for a wrestler with any aspirations or hopes of achieving gold. And given Domino's struggle to even get where he is now, he's required quite a bit of staying power - defiance in the face of fatigue and pain alike. And this match has insofar required that, certainly now. But it's also demanded a new kind of endurance, and a refusal to be distracted. A sort he wasn't used to. Mixed matches are still something of a novelty to him. And contesting with an undeniably beautiful, intriguing redhead wearing so little, who appears to be turned on in the midst of their struggle, is a new kind of temptation to give her what she wants.

After all, this is a PoW match. Surely what comes next wouldn't be so bad...

And yet, this was a match. There's a referee. There's his pride. There's his determination to fight for what he wants against odds. She'd gotten this hold locked on well, after countering his counter. He needs to get free!

"Nng.. gha..!," pants the model as she continues wrenching his arm. "Not.. a chance..!"

Teeth gritting, he pushes his toned chest against her calves, attempting to fold her up again. But this time, it isn't to pin her down. He tries to latch his hands together to lock them into that position - him over her legs, her curled in on herself. And if he can secure her in that position, he'll pull back on the hold, himself! And in so doing, attempt to heft her body into the air!

It isn't quite a textbook powerbomb position Domino seeks to set up, but it's close enough. And as soon as she's elevated to shoulder height, he'll drop down with the intent to bash her down hard onto the bed!

[Winter]

She didn't expect him to agree, but Arlise managed to work herself into offense against his refusal to submit nonetheless for the added motivation, using it mostly as an excuse to jerk her body for a particularly jarring yank on his arm. "I knew you might be...the type to make stubborn mistakes...", she huffed out, more to herself than to him, as she finally leaned her head back far enough to offer a pleased, confident smirk at the ceiling rather than at his intriguingly writhing figure.

Just as she saw fit to settle into being his vice for the rest of the evening, she felt his chest pump upwards against the backs of her legs, and Lise straightened herself to once more flatten him. However, this time he made further progress, powering past the pain in his arm. She should have adjusted the grip again, ensure that the maneuver would have been completely unappealing to his aching joints.

Too late, she realized, and instead she resorted to a reserve trick...uncrossing her ankles and trying to reel back and jab a foot into his face. Chances were she could catch him across the jaw, and if not...some happened to enjoy feet in their face.

Her attempt came too late, though, and with a gasp as she felt him wielding power that gave great credit to the strength within his lean muscles as ass, back, and head were all peeled from the sheets and lifted into the air.

Arlise tried to uncoil and fall into a makeshift handstand using his grip around her leg, but as soon as her red hair spilled down onto the bed, she was spilling herself, getting a glimpse of the ref jerking back from upside-down.

The mattress was not as devastating of a landing as wrestling mats...but the force and angle rattled Lise's teeth anyway as she landed on her shoulder blades, yelped alongside the air whooshing from her lungs, and ended up crumpled and curled against the pillows that had been thrust to the head of the bed in their scuffle.

[CyanDimitrik]

There were some wobbly moments in that dramatic powermove setup. But Domino keeps his grip and the bundle of redhead secured and elevated high onto his shoulders. And then, in one abrupt motion, she's brought down onto the considerably-forgiving bed! And though forgiving it might be, the rush of the swing and the impact against the mattress is sufficiently jarring and just stiff enough to achieve the effect he was hoping for. And as he rests on his knees looking down at her, he realizes it may have even done more. Useful, that.

He places his opposite hand on his shoulder and winds his arm, relaxing the muscles and joints she'd been wrenching on. But it only lasts a second before he throws himself down over her. His hands go for her wrists to pin at either side of her head on the pillow while his sleekly-toned, barely-covered body presses securely over hers at every corner. His legs shift to brush her knees apart, his six-packed abdominals pressed firmly against her own toned abdomen, his chest mashing into her breasts. With the uptilt of her head thanks to the pillow, they lie face to face, his nose touching her cheekbone and lips barely more than a couple centimeters from hers. Each exhale, labored from the match so far and heated, washing against her lips.

It wasn't intended so much to be a sensual hold; at least not in conception. But with feeling her body against his in this intimate way, emphasizing his hips pushed into hers, their faces touching, easily feeling and sharing heartbeats, it's difficult to think of it in any other way. The fact that he's pinning the beautiful girl in a bed isn't lost on him, either. In short, there's nothing he can do to hide the very physical manifestation of his attraction from her. Not at this proximity, not when every subtle shift, struggle, and breath creates an addictive friction between them.

[Winter]

It took Lise seconds to realize that she had only had her bones rattled and had bitten the inside of her cheek on the landing, that none of the shocks of pain she was feeling indicated anything worse than her body having been jostled by way of a dozen springs beneath the soft mattress. Those seconds left her too late, when her gray eyes popped open and she rolled onto her back to prepare to defend herself, to stop Domino from flopping on top of her and making her gasp.

Her form tore into an escape-focused wriggle at the feeling of his weight looming atop her, but the hands meant to help her roll herself to the side were mashed into the pillow at either side of her head, and feet trying to find purchase against the sheets were forced wide, leaving them pointed towards the ceiling.

Her third escape tactic, to start bridging with all of her might, slowed when the motion made her stomach press against his waist. Her eyes widened as she just managed to realize how she had been pinned against the sheets...legs spread, arms pinned, and her with the man's muscular frame, and more than his frame, bearing down upon her.

Almost intimately lying upon her, like they had completed the other form of "wrestling" and were simply enjoying the remaining contact. Not enjoying, however, she knew, as her attempts to move her legs and arms met with a firm resistance...a feeling that wasn't all that unwelcome. Her heavy, panted breaths intermingled with his, as she tried to wield the hold against him as a chance to rest...

Not easy with his weight making deep breaths nearly impossible, and her legs a few inches too far apart to be comfortable, though she was glad he hadn't entirely wound his around hers to stretch her. After a moment, she started to stir, testing the points where she could free herself...and settling on trying to quickly swing her leg inwards and hook it back against his.

Not her best plan, but maybe she could flip them.

[CyanDimitrik]

The struggles were to be expected, and fortunately, Domino came prepared. That's not to say at least he wasn't enjoying the fight for what it was. In the ring, they'd tangle and eventually likely wind up in a heap atop one another for the final three-count. But something about it being in a soft, inviting bed made things so much more charged; inescapably so, in fact.

As Arlise suddenly arches herself into him in an effort to bridge out, Domino thrusts his sleek midsection against hers to push her back down. It results in a sharp curve of the spine and intensified pressure, but it'd be worth it. All he has to do is hold her down for a number of seconds, right? And aside from that, the sensation of her stomach flexing against his was enough of a thrill to want to tempt her into doing it again. But she seems to think better of it. His face is much too close to hers to really appreciate the look on it, alas.

Her next tactic elicits an even more interesting response. She twists her lower half and throws herself into him, and he immediately jerks down against her to counter. The result is her leg hooking his in a further intimate tangle, but also bringing his hips to thrust firmly to hers, emphasizing the very scant layers between them and his already urgent desire for her. It can't be helped. He's willing to blame her on this one. But it does create a distinct, enticing friction between them that he's not quite ready to stop. So even after the attempt has resulted only in further entanglement of the limbs, skin brushing against skin, Domino adds a subtle, but steady shift of his hips against hers, testing her.

Finally the referee clues in. "O-one!"

It's as far as she gets. Domino lifts his head to look down at Arlise's face. "Stop. This isn't a pin..." His eyes narrow on those big, pretty grays. "..this is a submission."

Arlise's arms are drawn upwards over her head with the intent to cross the wrists together and render them manageable with one hand. He's going to need the other one shortly. And though he may prefer to revel in what may be a look of confusion on her face, that's going to be needed, too. 'Unorthodox' is the name of the game in this match, and finally, Domino is getting with it. His face lowers again to hers, tilting to seal their lips together in a full kiss. His tongue edges out to taste her lips, attempting to coax her tongue to come out. He's playing rather cautious with her teeth, not wanting to be bitten for his trouble.

[Winter]

The clever, easier way would not work, she found, as she only ended up with her more pale leg curled around his and his...warmth thoroughly stretching from the top half of her shorts to her bellybutton now. Whatever weight advantage he might have had, the difference could be currently found where he pressed down upon her hips to give her that thorough feel of how he was reacting, and she imagined there was nothing to be done about it in a way that could possibly flip the advantage back to her. She would have to fully escape, possibly to the floor.

And yet, she did not have any particular reason to head in that direction. She had her practice keeping her self-control in situations like this, perhaps better than most women, and at the moment, his pinning weight was only giving her a discomfort that would have become troublesome after minutes had passed, but certainly not yet. And...having a chiseled man atop her made that much easier to bear.

Then came his sliding over her and his refusal to let the ref count now that Lise was clearly as flat as she could be, and Lise had to force herself not to smirk, wearing a look of intensity, instead. The chiseled man seemed to be losing his composure. It made her feel quite impressive and had her believing that, if she merely let him have his fun, she might be moments from having him defenseless.

That had been the idea to begin with, but it was even better to let him set his own trap.

So she went along, offering no resistance when he plucked her arms together above her head (aside from a small shiver he would likely notice that couldn't be helped), knowing that a single-handed grip would make them easier to free. And, as he lowered, Lise did not go to him...but did not stop him, either, and offered a faint response, with lips puckering into his, though she gave him nothing deeper. Another moment, he would grow impatient as all men did, and she would have her escape and possibly him between her legs...

One arm she readied to draw in, meant to wrap around his head, and it was another second before she suddenly acted to jerk it free.

[CyanDimitrik]

Well, to her credit, she definitely already had him between her legs. Every subtle shift and adjustment over her would bring more attention to that fact, as that unmistakable firmness brushes against her lower hips. And now, more thoroughly tangled with her at the lower half, Domino has nowhere to go but that up-and-down shifting to assert the position over her.

In a guilty, yet sorry-not-sorry way, Domino was also thoroughly enjoying this. It's a strategic advantage, obviously, but it's more than that. They could fight for physical dominance, which is what he's used to - but there's also mental dominance. That, he wants. And the shiver her body gives when he restrains her arms over her head tells him she isn't the completely defiant fighter she may be presenting.

She likes this. He likes this. Perfect.

The kiss isn't allowed to deepen, as she seems to refuse to surrender her tongue. But that's fine. His head tilts to press more aggressively into her face, his heart pounding hard against her breast. His free hand begins sliding down along her left arm, and by the time he's reached her elbow, he's trying to sweeten the deal. Hips have begun a pronounced and deliberate grind to hers, stroking against her with the pointed intent to stoke her own fire.

His hand slides down her bicep to her shoulder.

The grinding grows a little rougher, his head tilting tighter into the kiss.

The hand suddenly moves in to set his palm firmly over her nose to begin smothering her in the grinding, full-body, sensual pin and kiss!

[Winter]

Just...a few moments...longer.

Considering he was already longer, a fact he seemed to be keen on constantly reminding her of as she wondered if she could recognize him by shape by now from nothing else but the feel of him against her skin, Lise thought she could afford the delay. She could never be quite sure how men's minds worked, but they seemed to set themselves to one gear in this particular situation and remain there. Lise might have been enjoying herself, though she didn't betray that with her eyes...but her mind still remained solely on how to best take advantage of any single-mindedness that might plague him.

And there it was. The momentarily unused hand slipped down her arm. That...was certainly his intent-filled way of driving his hips against hers, in a way that made her wonder why he didn't complete the arrangement...though she supposed the ref, still in her peripheral vision as she kept her gray eyes open, might have soured that arrangement for him. Another few thumps of his hips and shared heartbeats...

Every ounce of subtlety to the plan, and every serenity to Lise's features, disappeared as he buried her nose in the palm of his hand just as she went to take a needed breath of composure.

With wild eyes and a screamed "MMMMM!" into his mouth that suited the situation, Lise dragged the one arm that she had prepared to move downwards, trying to squirt it out of his single-handed grip and drive the whole arm into the side of his head to flip them over...off the bed if needed.