Brooke Bound and Kym Wilde

Dr. Wilde pins Brooke to the leather couch. The brunette’s business skirt rides up her hips as the doctor knots rope around each wrist. Loops snap tight over her ankles. Brooke stops struggling once the anal plug slides in, cold and unforgiving. Her breath catches; each shallow gasp pulls the ropes tighter. Dr. Wilde steps back, watching the muscles clench and release, then leans in again. A gloved hand presses Brooke’s lower back, holding her open. Every thrust that follows is clinical, exact, unhurried. The only sound is the leather creaking and the wet drag of each withdrawal. When Brooke’s hips jerk forward on their own, Dr. Wilde tightens the last knot and keeps working—straight through the trembling, straight through the moan that finally breaks the silence.