Dominated: Brandon and Kym Wilde

Brandon is back on his knees for Kym Wilde. She locks his wrists to the cross, straps his boots to the floor, and leaves him wide open. The leather creaks. The metal rattles. Her heel finds the inside of his boot and presses until the sole touches his tongue. He licks the dirt off her sole while she rides the crop down his chest. She palms his throat, tilts his chin up, and watches the sweat slide off his jaw. Every time he hesitates she cracks the whip across his ribs, then brings her boot back for more worship. The cross shakes when he strains; the cuffs bite deeper. Kym steps closer, grinds the heel of her boot between his legs, and tells him not to move until she says. He breathes through the sting, tongue still working the leather, body tight against the wood, waiting for whatever she wants next.