Go for a reversal. Try to trap her instead.

You try to yank her around and press her against the turnbuckle the way she’s doing to you, but your compromising position deprives you of leverage and you’re a little tired from the hits you’ve already taken. You almost manage it in spite of all that, but she barely pulls you back around, grabbing you by the leg and armpit.

“Ooh, you’re a little bit slippery,” she jokes. “Looks like I’ll have to find a better way of holding you in place.”

She uses her grip to hoist you up, straining from effort, and flips you upside down. Then she places you carefully against the corner post, folding your legs over the ropes to hold you in place. Your vision swims as blood rushes to your head.

The announcer gasps. “It’s a tree of woe! I wouldn’t want to be John right about now...”

Chloe licks her lips. “Oh, this will be fun.”

So saying, she surges forward and presses her cunt into your suspended face.

You can taste her juices even through the shiny fabric, and though you’re being dominated, you’re more aroused than ever. Your cock twitches in pleasure, and Chloe bats it around playfully for a few moments—before taking it in her mouth.

She’s an eager lover, rapidly bobbing her head up and down on your dick while she fucks your face with short, fast jerks of her hips. Your hands dangle limply to just brush the mat.

“Okay, maybe I would,” the announcer amends, to general laughter.

Just as you’re almost certain that one or both of you is about to cum, the buzzer goes off. Chloe reluctantly pulls herself away from you, withdrawing her mouth from your shaft with a wet little pop, and unfolds your legs from the ropes. You narrowly catch yourself and keep from falling on your head, and slowly right yourself, face burning with embarrassment and dripping with cum as Chloe stares at you smugly.

You’ve lost a point for domination.