<strong>Torture Room - Dimitri &amp; Kat</strong><br/><br/>He stood there, close enough to lean forward and bump into her, his eyes following the movement of her dress, the slow exposure of her body.  He stood there, taking it all in, as slow and patient as he had been the whole time, enjoying not only the view, but having this beautiful young creature expose herself at his command.<br/><br/>Finally his eyes slid up to meet her eyes, as she stood, poised, dress in hand.  "Don't let go of the dress," he commanded in a soft voice.  As he said it he reached out and with one hand gripped her left breast, cupping it, hefting it slightly, feeling its size and firmness.  His thumb brushed across the breast, brushing over her nipple, and back again.  She could feel the rough callous of his skin on the tender flesh.  He began to move the breast in small circles.<br/><br/>His fingers began to press into the breast, firmer now, capturing it in her hand and beginning to squeeze it.  "You know that I'm going to hurt you tonight, Katherine," he said to her, gazing into her eyes.  His hand was pressing harder, twisting slightly.  His thumb and forefinger slid to capture her nipple, swelling from the pressure of his grip.  The fingers began to squeeze the sensitive bud, releasing to gently stroke it and then squeeze again tighter.  "I'm going to hurt you and yo'ure going to ask me for more.   And then you will beg me to stop.  You will cum harder, I believe, than you ever have before.  And you will cry."  His hand began to pulse, loosening its grip, then tightening it, twisting a bit back and forth, kneading the flesh hard.