<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.msg4668012#msg4668012">Quote from: lips and thorns on 20-05-2011, 04:11:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><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/>He had her. He knew he had her and so did she and the thought made her belly quiver with growing need. It never occurred to her to let the dress go, even before he told her not to. He'd told her to raise it, she wouldn't let it go until he told her to. Her body, her actions, all that she was, was his for this time and thoughts of fighting that were utterly non-present in her head. All she could think of, when she looked into his eyes, was giving this man exactly what he wanted from her.<br/><br/>And then he touched her! His hand found her breast and she couldn't stop the low whimpering that parted her lips or the deep shudder that ran down her spine. He was speaking as his hand worked her flesh and she was torn between listening to his words and the sensations he was sending roiling through her body. He was promising her pain and pleasure, orgasms and tears. The idea brought a small smile to her lips and she refrained from saying that no one had ever made her cry, never brought tears to her eyes. She savored her pain, she didn't cry over it. She didn't say that though, it would be seen as a challenge and she didn't want to challenge him.<br/><br/>"Anything you like Mr. Artino," she murmured as her back arched, her body offering her flesh to his hands while her own clenched and softened her grip on her dress, not releasing it just clenching tightly and loosening in her desire to reach out and touch him. She ached to touch the man who had her quivering so badly with only his presence and the barest touch to her flesh. "Anything," she whispered, her eyes sincere and voice thick with desire and need.