Things get even hotter and heavier.

As those words leave Grace’s mouth, her hands cease their exploration and begin to move with purpose. First, she slides your shirt up and over your head bit by bit, before planting a fluttery kiss on your bare chest. Then, ever so slowly, she lowers your pants over your hips, down, down, until you step out of them to leave yourself completely naked. Your cock stands at its full length, almost painfully hard thanks to Grace’s expert teasing.

Grace doesn’t bother with such a slow lead-up to her own nudity, though. She just grabs the strings of her bikini and rips it off, discarding the cum-soaked outfit carelessly. Then, she stands with her back to the audience, plants her feet far apart to spread her legs again, bends over, and…

Holy fuck.

…takes you into her mouth.

She wasn’t wrong about how this compares to her teasing. Dominating someone in the ring is one thing—nearly everyone in the League has facefucked an opponent at one time or another. But this is something completely different: total, willing submission from a woman of incredible sexual skill.

You slam the vibrator’s power all the way up to maximum.

This time there’s no mistaking her reaction. Grace cums instantly and she cums _hard, and _over a dozen of her erotic combat rivals are staring straight at her pussy when she does. But though she gushes like a fountain and moans around your shaft, she doesn’t break her stride, not even for a second. If anything, she seems to get more focused.

Grace is deepthroating you now, gazing up at you with those steely blue eyes. It’s strange seeing anything other than arrogance and contempt there, but now all that’s in them is the signature glazed-over look of subspace.

But that doesn’t mean she isn’t lucid enough to pleasure you. She pulls away carefully, leaving smears of black lipstick all along your length, and then with just your tip in her mouth her tongue does this thing—

Your orgasm shatters your conscious mind for a moment.

Normally you’d have to choose where to finish, but your balls are so full and Grace made you so horny that there’s more than enough cum to go around. Some goes down her throat (she swallows willingly), some splashes on her face (she licks it off her lips), and the rest decorates her ample tits.

Finally, once the sea of lust in your mind calms, the two of you stand to look at the other fighters. Mixed expressions of shock and arousal adorn every face. Glistening fingers and stained panties tell the tale that you weren’t the only one who finished thanks to that, although you defy anyone here to reach an orgasm as good as yours with just their hands. A few people also have their phones out and have been recording this for posterity.

The name of Grace Antoine, Viscountess Beaumont, was synonymous with “dominatrix”. Almost every single person in this room has a story of being humiliated by her. And she has just submitted to you in every way, in front of all of her former victims—and loved it.

In short: you have just redefined what dominance_ _means in the Erotic Combat League.

The spirit of it suddenly rises in you, and you feel as if nothing—and no one—is beyond your reach. You need to seize this moment, to put the final touch on a statement no one will ever forget. So you look directly into the cameras, point to the subby, cum-splattered former greatest heel in the ECL, and say:

“Roxie Winters…you’re next.”