Deep Subspace: Dave and Kym Wilde

Dave shows up early, already restless, trying to straighten out whatever shit's been eating at him. Nurse Kym takes one look and knows exactly how to fix it. She straps him down, then works him over with her body, brushing close, letting him watch, smell, ache, but never touch. Every time he thinks she's about to let up, she leans in again, tighter, darker, leaving nothing to the imagination except the part he wants most. He drops hard into that deep headspace, floating on the edge of too much pain and too little relief, locked inside the tease until it feels like his bones might split. She's the one with the power, the shape, the skin. He just has to take it. She moves like she owns every second of his denial, and he gives in because it's the only way to breathe.