Trap her against the ropes and fuck her doggy-style.

Hauling Lady Grace up to her knees by her hair, you shove her forward so that she’s bent over the middle rope and pull her panties down her thighs, revealing her pussy to a roar of approval from the crowd. To your delight, calling it “wet” would be putting it mildly: she’s practically dripping already, perhaps a sign that she’s more impressed with your sexual prowess than she lets on.

And I’m about to impress her even more, you think, before thrusting your erection deep inside her.

Lady Grace lets out a long, throaty moan of pure lust as you start pounding her. Your hands keep a firm grip on her hips, pulling her in tightly for each powerful thrust, but you hardly need it—she’s not even trying to get free. In fact, she’s getting so into it that before long you see her start playing with her tits, squeezing them and massaging the nipples to increase her arousal even further.

Obviously, you ignore the point buzzer entirely when it sounds, too busy fucking Lady Grace’s brains out to care about the score. It’s hard to say how long you hold her there, ravaging her pussy with reckless abandon, but eventually you’re brought back to reality by an ecstatic scream as she squirts on your cock. Her orgasm drives you over the edge too, a second later, and you blow your load deep inside her cunt as she sighs contentedly.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only person to lose track of time. When you glance up at the scoreboard, it reflects only the first point you earned, for those opening twenty seconds of domination.

“What the fuck?” you ask, rounding on the ref. “Where are all my other points?”

“All your what?” she asks innocently, glancing back at you from checking herself out in the TitanTron. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

A growing wet spot between her thighs shows that to be a lie, but pushing her on it won’t help while she’s still in the Masked Stranger’s pocket.

Sighing in exasperation, you turn back to Lady Grace, who’s recovering from her little flirtation with submissiveness, fixing her panties again and glaring at you as always.

“You seemed to be having fun down there,” you taunt. “Maybe all that dominatrix stuff is just a front, and what you really want deep down is to get bent over and railed by a massive cock like mine.”

Her glare intensifies, but she has no reply.

Despite the ref’s bias, you’ve won a point for domination.