Page 87 of Aggressive Fantasies

He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Hannah was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.

“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Scott says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Hannah doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.

“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”

Hannah scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” Scott says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.

A flash of pain crosses Hannah’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Scott is shooting for.

“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Scott says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”

“Bring it on,” Hannah says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Hannah’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.

“Take your jacket off,” Scott says.

Hannah does as she’s told. If she’s at all 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, Scott leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.

“Open your mouth,” Scott says.

She does.

Scott puts the tail of the belt between her teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.

“Bite down,” he says.

Hannah bites down on the leather.

“Don’t drop that belt, no matter what,” Scott says. “Understand?”

Hannah nods.

“Good,” Scott 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.

Hannah is moaning lightly behind the belt and her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.

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