<strong>Torture Room - Dimitri &amp; Kat</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107056.msg4706539#msg4706539">Quote from: Caela on 29-05-2011, 01:18:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kat and Dimitri ~ Torture Room</span></span><br/><br/>A gasp parted Kat's lips on the first strike. The sound of his hand on her flesh ringing in her ears while her body tightened and she had to fight hte sudden urge to step back away from him. It was instinctive but she forced herself to remain still, her breath quickening as slap after slap reddened the soft flesh of her breast leaving the imprint of his palm on her skin as well as bruises where his fingers dug into the pale flesh. Standing before him she didn't say a word while her entire body quivered, need raging under her skin and low whimperings filling her throat.<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to beg him to stop, or to at least switch breasts, but she didn't. She'd turned her body over to his care and short of something that would make her call her safeword, she wouldn't ask him to go easy on her. Her flesh was his instrument to use now and she relished that fact. <br/><br/>Then it stopped. As suddenly as the first blow had landed the last, for now, paused and she found herself staring into his eyes, her own stormy and filled with lust and something darker. Something she didn't quite know how to name but felt down to her bones. The need to give this man whatever he wanted from her body. In that moment there was almost nothing he couldn't have from her, short of something that would scar he could do anything he liked and she'd be eager and willing for more.<br/><br/>Her lips parted, then closed again quickly, uncertain what she wanted to say, the pain in her breast dulling to an aching heat while his grip on that abused flesh kept her quivering before him like a horse eager to leave the gate as fast as her rider could push her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Dimitri smiled finally as she looked up into his eyes.  Her eyes were dark, her body almost trembling with energy beneath his grip, her breast hot and burning in his hand.  She still held her dress obediently, a beautiful blend of obedience and passion.  Some girls would follow your every dictate, but they did it by going away in their mind, blanking out.  Much preferable was a woman like Kat who would ride the sensations he gave her and never waver.  It made the point at which she did waver so much more delicious.<br/><br/>"So young looking," Dimitri mused, looking Kat over.  With her dress at her armpits and her body flushed, the image was less so than it had been walking demurely in the ball room, but still she had the fresh face of an innocent creature.  "But not so innocent, are you, Katherine?"  He squeezed her breast harder in reply to that, watching both the wince of pain in her eyes and something darker and delicious.<br/><br/>"You've experienced a little bit of this before," he said as he released the one reddened breast, and instead ran his finger tips in circles around the other.  "But you want to try much more."  He stroked that breast, kneading it softly, tracing around and around the nipple, closer, but never touching.<br/><br/>"Don't drop the dress," he reminded her again, followed immediately by a sudden slap on her tender breast.  The other hand struck her stomach.  He turned her around with one hand, slapping her ass through her boy short panties, a hand striking her back, her ass again, the back of her thighs.  He drove her forward this way, the room ringing with his slaps, coming in an unexpected pattern, moving her towards a bench at the back.  Walking her along, he continued to surprise her with his hard strikes, as if trying to goad her into dropping the dress.