Mike and Kym Wilde

Mike came looking for trouble and Kym Wilde was happy to give it to him. Athletic build, no shirt, hands cuffed tight behind his back. Kym stands over him in black leather, her blonde hair pulled back, dark eyes sizing him up like she already knows how this ends. She grabs a handful of his hair and yanks. He grunts. She slaps him once, hard, just to watch the color bloom across his cheek. Then she starts the real work. Straps, rope, her mouth close to his ear telling him exactly what comes next. Every strike lands with purpose. Every flinch tells her she's hitting the right spot. Mike breathes through it, jaw clenched, taking everything she dishes out and still pushing back for more.