You somehow don’t suck

You start playfully pushing Lubin, trying to knock him off his balance and provoke him. He laughs at your attempts, easily diverting your push several times while taunting “Awww is that all you got gurl? You really want to be locked up don’t you?”

You remember the stakes and get a little more serious. “Oh yea? Take this!” You say, pushing harder this time. Unfortunately, this is exactly what Lubin was waiting for, as he diverts your strong push by grabbing your wrist, and trying to guid your weight face first into the padded ground. You flail as you go down, and by a bizarre stroke of luck your knee connects to the back of his, taking out his support. Losing his base at a critical moment, he tumbles with you, rolling until you somehow land on top of him in a 69 position with Lubin’s face against your pantied cover groin, your thighs on either side of his head.

Honestly, you don’t even know how you got here, or how you got so lucky. You can’t help but to mock his bad luck, exclaiming “Wow! I guess you aren’t nearly as good as you bragged!”

Lubin growls beneath you, and tries to buck you off by thrusting his thighs and trying to roll either direction. You hold on, squeezing your thighs around his head and stabilizing yourself with your arms so he doesn’t roll you off. Each of his movements grinds his face against your groin, until you find yourself fully hard and poking out your panties, rubbing the dripping tip against his chin.

You never really felt like a dom, but the rush of having someone trapped beneath you is euphoric. Wanting the high to continue, you begin to gloat “Your not going anywhere. In fact...”