Yes. You don’t dare refuse at this point.

You swallow what little is left of your pride and pucker up. The Champion wiggles her toes as you kiss each one, giggling at the sight of you bent over and worshipping her feet.

“Keep going,” she demands. “Up the legs.”

You slowly start moving upward, each kiss a little higher than the last. She bounces up and down on tiptoe as you reach her calves, flexing and relaxing them as each kiss falls.

“Admit it,” she says as you keep moving upward, starting to lavish attention on her thighs. “You like this. No—you love it. Being submissive. Letting a woman dominate you and use you for her own pleasure.”

“Yes,” you say in a throaty voice as your kisses make their way up her inner thighs. “Yes, I love this. Fuck...”

Your lips finally reach her labia, and you make sure that your next kiss is sloppy and long. The Champion tenses a little bit and lets out a low, wordless moan as you move on. Clinging to her leg for support, you orbit around her to kiss the curve of her hip and then her ass, which she gyrates against your lips as you press them against each cheek.

You move back around Roxie again until your face is level with her belly. As you kiss your way up her abs, you glance up at her to see how she’s reacting to your actions.

Roxie looks down at you to stare you right in the eye, a look of total satisfaction on her face. “Now do you understand your place?”

You nod weakly as she smiles down at you.

“Good,” says the Champion. “This is where you belong. Don’t you forget it. Oh, and keep kissing. I didn’t say you could stop.”

Hastily, you continue your submission, and soon enough you finally reach her breasts. You press your face tightly against them as you kiss each one, making your way up slowly but surely to her nipples. You don’t stop at just kissing for those—you take them in your mouth, one at a time, sucking softly and teasing with your tongue, causing her to tremble in delight.

You’re still using her to hold yourself up, grasping at her like a lifeline—you doubt you can stand without support at this point. Your hands clasp around her bottom as you rise for the final kiss, and she waggles her eyebrows at you teasingly, grabbing your hands in her own and squeezing to help you cop one last feel.

She lets go after a second to wrap her arms around you, not in a submission hold but simply to clasp you to her even more tightly, before she kisses you right on the lips. To your surprise, instead of the forceful and dominant actions she’s favored this match, it’s soft, slow, even loving, and you close your eyes and lose yourself in her for a few long moments.

But finally, she breaks the kiss and lets go of you, pausing to easily break your grip around her body. You sway on the spot unsteadily, deprived of your support and about to fall over, before she places a single finger on your forehead and pushes—and down to the mat you go.

“Time for the grand finale,” she says with her widest grin of the night.