Brandon and Kym Wilde

Brandon slipped up. He told Kym his nipples were still raw from last night. Big mistake. She smiled, grabbed the whip, and went to work. Every strike cracked across his chest, sharp and deliberate. He jerked against the ropes, muscles tight, sweat rolling down his skin. She didn’t stop when he begged. She liked the sound of it. The way his body twisted. The way his breath hitched. Athletic frame stretched and bound, every line of him on display. She kept swinging until his tits burned red and his voice cracked raw. No mercy. Just the sting, the heat, and the smile on her face while she watched him break a little more.