<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.