There is no need to struggle and strain. No need to fight wildly or counter her efforts in a panic.
Your rival now being too tired. Too broken. To weak to resist you.
And so you soften and slow. Taking your time and enjoying this moment where the woman who has haunted your every step and plagued your every day is yours to toy with, punish, and humiliate as you wish.
She will, at first, mistake your lessened pace and pressure as mercy. But you will show her exactly how mistaken she is.
How your gentle touches are only a prelude to the rapture and pain that is to come.