Sexual Servitude: Mallory Knots and Kym Wilde

Mallory steps onto the marble edge of the pool like she belongs there—rope already wound tight around her wrists, tits heavy and bare under the sun. Kym Wilde waits in the shallow end, crop dangling from one hand. She gives the line a yank and Mallory hits the water with a splash that drenches her skirt and leaves it clinging to her ass. Kym drags her closer, testing the rope at her throat, then spins her around and bends her over the lip of the pool. The crop kisses the underside of each tit, sharp and quick. Mallory’s nipples tighten, dripping. The garden is close enough to smell—jasmine and sweat—and Kym shoves two fingers into Mallory’s mouth, then uses the wet digits to work open her ass right there under the open sky. Each thrust of Kym’s hand forces a grunt from Mallory that bounces off the villa walls. She doesn’t ease up when the sun hits their skin; she just tightens the knots, leaves red crescents along Mallory’s hips, and keeps her spread until the only thing moving in the garden is the slow drip of water down bound thighs.