“But what if… I wanna be on top this time?” she smirks and nudges me as I walked through the door to our bedroom. With a chuckle, I reply “Maybe I don’t feel like letting you win this time.”
My girlfriend and I enjoy wrestling for ‘dominance’ in bed, especially after a heavy workout. The outcome was always my choice, since I could always easily overpower her, though over the past year or so she’s worked heavy lifting more into her routine. This has made the erotic contest far more fun, though didn’t quite prepare me for this day.
I grab her by the shoulders and push her playfully onto the bed. She giggles and pulls her legs under her, sitting up on her knees on the mattress, holding out her arms, ready to grapple. “I dunno… you worked out pretty hard today…”
She was right. After two months traveling and on hiatus from the gym, I overdid my workout. My arms felt like jelly. Gripping and turning the doorknob to enter the apartment felt way harder than it should have. Nevertheless, I step forward to the edge of the bed and raise my hands with the slightest grunt in my throat, intertwining my fingers with hers.
She hesitates. “Something wrong?” she asks. I notice the worry in her eyes and shake my head. “Just went a little too hard today”
I watch her eyes slowly trail down toward my legs, then back up to meet mine, a wicked smile slowly creeping across her face. “Not hard enough… yet…” as she pulls on my hands and extends one of her legs, half-standing as the other leg sweeps around under my arm. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m laying face-up on the edge of the bed with her straddling my chest, pinning my hands down.
I laugh. “Wow, someone’s feeling assertive today.” This was incredibly sexy, but this was my first night back and I had full intention of taking charge. With my feet still on the floor, I push and rotate my body, pushing against her hands.
“Ooh, no you don’t!” She grunts, tipping towards the side. Faster than I can feel, she unlaces her fingers from mine in both hands and grabs my wrists, pushing me back down. “Try again, big boy.”
I smirk. “Ooh, you’re really asking for it tonight, aren’t you?” Her tanktop lets me notice her arms are noticeably thicker than when I left, tense triceps and shoulders visible through her skin.
She nods, her eyes softening as her expression of pure mischief mixes with affection. “I missed you…” her grin widens again. “And now I’m impatient…” feigning a playful anger with her face while shimmying her hips on my torso.
Without warning, I summon up as much strength as I can and twist my torso while pushing with my feet. Caught off-guard, she squeals a bit and collides softly with the mattress on her side. We begin our standard mix of grunting and giggling, trying to pull off each other’s clothes. My exhausted arms give way far more than they should. I’m beginning to actually get frustrated at my own body when she pins me again, except further away from the edge of the bed.
Her hands on my wrists, I struggle against her grip, grunting, panting and even sweating. I’m focused so much on my internal frustration that it takes me a bit to hear her laughing. I look up to see her incredulous face. “Am… am I actually winning?”
I briefly consider saying ‘yes’, but healthy relationships aren’t about lies. I grunt a little more, but concede and nod.
She has overpowered me.
Humiliated a bit, I close my eyes and try to accept the situation. She slowly lets go of my wrists and I quickly take the opportunity to try and turn her over again.
“Hey!” She snaps, quickly gripping my wrists again and pinning me. “You already said I won!”
I feel her hips shift, squeezing me a little more.
“Actually…” her voice changes. Startled, I look to her face and realize that I can’t read the expression on it. She releases my wrists again and leans back, taking a deep breath. I briefly consider trying to flip her again, but something about her body language tells me I shouldn’t.
She runs a hand through her long black hair and takes a deep breath. I notice the bulge of her bicep but still can’t read her face. “Sweetie…” she says, and I recognize this tone of voice… sort of. It’s the ‘talking-on-eggshells’ voice, which made absolutely no sense in this context.
“Yes?” I ask reflexively. My brain cycles through what the hell has happened recently that might cause emotional sensitivity. Is she upset that I can’t fight her anymore?
To my surprise, she smiles, but then it evaporates as she swallows. She’s clearly thinking very hard about what to say next. She finally asks, each word very deliberate. “You know that… I would never hurt you, right?”
I blink. She has never confused me more in a single question than this. She looks at me with that same unreadable expression, and I nod slowly. “Yes, of course, I-”
She cuts me off. “Do you remember our safeword?”
I freeze. It must have been a year ago that we decided it when our play got more rough, in case we accidentally injured each other while wrestling. I feel a tinge of fear, my body tenses and squirms a bit. I swear I see the shadow of a smile flash across her face, and… did her hips twitch? “Um… yes, of course…”
“Recite it for me,” she tells me, in the softest, sweetest voice I have heard from her so far. I comply, and she continues in the same voice. “You promise me that you will use it if you get uncomfortable and want to stop, okay?”
I’m now twice as confused, but I nod. I open my mouth again to ask another question but she presses her finger against my lips.
“I want you… to keep struggling…”
Her face is now tilted up so her eyes are looking down at me. They are cold and her face is flushed. I’m suddenly aware of the heat radiating from between her hips, pressing against my upper abdomen.
I watch one of her hands reach back behind her and I feel it resting on my shaft and am suddenly aware of how hard it is.
“…while I fuck you.” She grips it and slides her other hand up my chest and on my neck, pushing on it to slide her hips down.
I hear her inhale sharply and she lets go of both, her expression suddenly soft again. “I-is that okay? If you pretend… like you don’t want it? If you really don’t, that’s okay, I just…” she trails off and waits for me to interrupt her, but I merely nod. “…I have wanted to overpower you for so long… and this is so hot…”
Taking a deep breath, the word “yes” barely escapes my lips before her hand is back on my throat. I open my eyes to see her face inches from my own, her eyes filled lust and her expression… angry?
“Tell me to stop”, she growls. And I obey.
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