Rick Savage finds himself in a predicament, bound and at the mercy of a redheaded mistress who knows no mercy. She towers over him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her voice a commanding growl as she orders him to remain still. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck to her hungry mouth. She bites down, hard, marking him as her property. She takes up a riding crop, snapping it against her palm, the sound echoing in the room like a promise of the pain to come. She runs it over his skin, the leather leaving a trail of fire, before bringing it down hard on his ass, again and again, until he's squirming and gasping for more.