W is for Wrestling

For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

W is for Wrestling

There are so many things I could do for W, but for some reason, this one spoke to me. It’s not something I usually think of with kink. It’s certainly not something I would list a kink for myself (and I already did water sports under golden showers), but I do think there’s something about being held down that’s very sexy to me. So enjoy this short story!

“Let me go!” I grumbled, but it was half hearted.

He held me fast, pinning me to the bed. The truth was, I wanted him to pin me. I wanted him to take advantage of me (though even thinking that feels silly since this is something I love and suggested).

He loosened his grip, and I wiggled free, panting with the effort.

“Ready to give up, love?”

“No,” I said defiantly.

“Well then, let’s go again,” he said, and he let me get up. He positioned himself on the opposite side of the room from me. “10 seconds to get away,” he said, and then he started counting. “One…two…”

I started sprinting, naked, bare footed, but he wasn’t coming after me yet. I managed to get down the stairs and halfway across the living room before I heard his heavy footsteps. And then before I knew it, he had caught up to me. He grabbed me around the waist and wrestled me to the ground, the carpet scraping painfully against my knees.

“Arg!” I cried out as he pushed me down. I wrestled back, using all of my strength to try to push him off of me, but he wasn’t just larger, he also had skills. And he had me pinned to the carpet. Then he got up and started dragging me upstairs again.

When he got me into the bedroom despite my best efforts, he tossed me onto the bed. And then he was on top of me. “I got you now,” he growled in my ear.

“What are you going to do with me?” I whispered, sounding far more scared than eager, though I was certainly eager.

“Don’t you want to know?”

Well yes, that is why I asked, but I didn’t say that out loud. “Please tell me,” I whispered.

“Well now that I have you pinned down and at my mercy, I think you might finally be tired enough that you won’t run away again. Are you done running?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Good, you don’t want to make me wrestle you again.”

I shook my head.

“Good, then you’re going to please me, and then I’m going to reward you…”