<strong>Torture Room - Kat &amp; Dimitri</strong><br/><br/>Dimitri simply nodded as Kat offered him anything.  It was simply as he expected.  She was ready to submit, he could see that in her eyes.  And she would love it, he could hear that in her gasps and moans.  He liked a woman who responded, not those who tried to remain reserved and cold.  A woman was an instrument to him, and he hoped to make her sing, one note or another.<br/><br/>Gripping her breast in one hand, he pulled it away from her chest, stretching and exposing it.  His other hand formed a hard plane and with a swift practiced motion he slapped the side of her breast, catching it between his two hands.  His form was perfect, no motion wasted, and he left a bold red hand print on the outside of her breast.  Not content, he gazed at her breast as he did it again, gripping tighter with his one hand while he cracked the other against the soft breast.<br/><br/>The contact of flesh on flesh aroused him, and he began to speed up, spanking her breast hard, beginning to alternate between the flat of his hand on the side of the breast and the pads of his fingers on the very tip of her breast.  The room began to echo with the sound of skin striking skin and his quiet deep breathing.  At a point Dimitri suddenly stopped his slapping, seizing her full, hot, reddened breast in his grip, crushing it in his strong grip and breathing hard through his nose, staring into Kat's eyes.