I have thrust you skyward, your sexy tummy and belly button that so recently were enthusiastically slipping and sliding against my own now undulating wildly as your entire body spasms with pain. Your wild shriek of agony echoing in my head. I hope that you will finally be mine, be under me. I rock you back and forth, determined to use every last ounce of strength to wrest your submission from you.
Finally I hear those magical words!
"SUBMIT! SUBMIT!...I GIVE, YUMI.... I GIVE UP! YOU WIN.... LET ME GO!" Victory is mine, as are you.
I consider playing with you, rocking you roughly as a reminder of who is boss and as punishment for your stubborn refusal to submit. I tease you, beginning to shift my weight so you think more punishment is in store. Then stop abruptly, "No, you'll need every ounce of strength for later, you sexy slut."
As you break your body collapses onto mine, your slim back coming to rest on my oil-slicked belly. I wrap my arms and legs tightly around you, feel your entire body shivering and twitching as you are enveloped by me, powerless against my embrace.
I feel warm and comfortable, stimulated as we pant and our bellies heave in unison, again locked as one. I tighten my embrace, pulling you as tight as humanly possible. We are lost in one another for a few precious moments.
I roll you off like a ragdoll, then stand up and watch you lying helpless in the oil, breathing softly. My sexy, humiliated conquest. I kneel down and my nimble fingers attack the ties of your satin bikini top more enthusiastically than a child's attack a present on Christmas morning. Your magnificent breasts suddenly pop free of the tight confines. I catch my breath, eager with anticipation, knowing that I will soon release your luscious mound from that tiny string bikini.
I plant my foot on your perfect orbs and raise your satin top over my head like a championship belt. You squirm briefly, one final protest, then lay still.
I drop down in front of you, place one hand behind your back and the other on your tender right breast. I tickle and stroke your breast briefly, then pull you close into my kiss. Our tongues wrestle and twist as we are overwhelmed.
I half drag, half carry you to the adjoining suite where gently flickering candles and silk sheets patiently await our arrival. Exhausted, you stumble a bit, still disoriented after our match. I slap your derriere playfully, then dominantly whisper in your ear, "Kitten, you are cumming with me tonight..."