Free Rougher Than Ever by JT Holland Page B

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alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.
    “ Now your bra,” he
says.
    She slips it off, revealing her huge tits.
Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious
and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist. 
 
    Using the belt as a leash, Eric leads her
over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it,
back first.
    “ Open your mouth,” Eric
says.
    She does.
    Eric puts the tail of the belt between her
teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.
    “ Bite down,” he
says.
      Tory bites down on
the leather.
    “ Don’t drop that belt, no
matter what,” Eric says. “Understand?”
    Tory nods.
    “ Good,” Eric says. Then he
starts working her tits with his hands, groping and cupping and
squeezing them before starting in on her nipples, rubbing and
playing with her them until they’re hard.
    Once they are both sticking out he grabs
them between his forefinger and thumb, one nipple for each hand. He
starts off by rubbing them between his fingers, gently at first but
gradually increasing the pressure and intensity.
    Tory is moaning lightly behind the belt and
her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.
    He rubs her nipples between his fingers for
another couple of seconds, then gives them both a hard pinch,
eliciting a gasp from Tory but not a big enough one to force her to
drop the belt.
    “ Not bad,” he says. “Not
bad at all.”
    Despite the compliment, Eric doesn’t let up.
In fact, he squeezes even harder, twisting both hands at the same
time, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them, stretching them
out.
    Tory is moaning loudly and her body is
starting to quiver but still she doesn’t let go of the belt.
    Likewise, Eric doesn’t let go of her
nipples, pinching them between his fingers and turning them nearly
360 degrees before finally releasing them.
    Tory gasps at the sudden absence of pain,
this time nearly dropping the belt from her mouth.
    He barely gives her a chance to recover
before slapping down on one of her tits with and open hand. She
grunts behind the belt. He slaps the other tit, eliciting another
grunt.
    For the next minute or so he smacks the hell
out of her tits, trading off, one and then the other, giving her
just enough time to recover in between slaps that she feels the
full force of every single blow.
    By the end of the session Tory’s tits are
bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her
eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight
set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.
    “ That was pretty
impressive,” Eric says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re
tougher than you look.”
    “ That was nothing,” she
says. “I deal with worse every day.”
    “ I’m sure you do,” Eric
says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head,
the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck.
Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it
tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured, you’ll be
dealing with worse tonight. This is only the beginning.”
    “ I can’t wait,” she
manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.
    Laughing, Eric lets his hand drop.
    Before Tory can catch her breath, Eric spins
her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.
    Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt,
releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites
down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back.
Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists
over the other.
    Holding her arms together with one hand,
Eric reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt
around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then
once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks
the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.
    Once Tory’s arms are incapacitated, Eric
squats down.