I looked down at him. I wasn't sure how I'd managed to get him pinned, but now that he was I intended to keep him that way. My knees kept his shoulders down, and my weight on his chest made breathing difficult - although, not as difficult as my hand wrapped around his throat did. I heard a noise, and it took me a few seconds to recognize it - he was tapping out - I'd won!
Immediately, I moved and while still straddling him, no longer had weight bearing down. "You ok?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "that was awesome. You're really strong."
"Well, it helped that we were grappling without the kicking - I've seen you kick, dude. You are tough."
"And so are you, congratulations!" And he led the room in a round of applause.
I felt my face flushing with victory as I looked over and saw my guy clapping with everyone else. But he had a look in his eye...
He walked over and whispered in my ear, "You seem pretty cocky right now. Want to stay that way or would you like me to knock that out of you?"
Just hearing the question made me start dropping. I've always said I can switch from top to bottom pretty easily, but with him it takes no effort at all. "You can do whatever you want to me," I replied.
"Get on your knees, girl," he commanded. Looking over at my grapple partner he added, "I noticed she negotiated a 'no face slapping' rule with you. It's a lucky thing that I have no such limitations." His first strike was followed quickly with a backhand to the opposite side. Neither hurt, but... I was immediately his. At that moment I forgot we had an audience. I forgot how much I value privacy when it comes to sex. I would have gladly blown him right then and there if it would make him pleased with me.
Yeah, I wasn't going to have it that easy.
"So," he said, addressing the room at large, "on the way here she told me that I could do anything tonight with one exception." I started to panic, but surely, he wouldn't break the one limit we'd set. "See, I've been playing with her long enough that she comes on command now. All I have to do is order her, and she does. So on the way over she told me - and babe, you have permission to speak if I get the wording wrong - anyway, she said that I could do anything I could do at home except that thing where I yell at her to "come" in that loud voice of mine where other people could hear me."
He smiled down at me; waiting for me to correct him and knowing that I couldn't. That is what I said.
He leaned down. His face inches from mine. The room was full of quiet anticipation for what he was going to say next. He smiled.
"She said I couldn't yell. She forgot to say I couldn't whisper."
With that he yanked my hair down, forced my head up and leaned forward and whispered in my ear...quietly so no one else could hear him give the order.
The order I had no choice but to follow.