Chapter 169. Funishment (2)

Sianna’s POV

Anxiously, I bite my bottom lip as he straps down my feet on each side. Nervous, but giving him my trust.

“I won’t hurt you,” Vance explains as he lets me lie on my stomach, similar to doggy style. My head fell into the open headrest. Bent at the elbows, he retrains my hands on both sides. “I need you to give me a safe word. Choose a word that is easy for you to remember.”

Searching my mind, I came up blank but thought about his scent and murmured, “Pumpkin.”

“That is what you will say when you want me to stop whatever I am doing to you.” He goes around and slaps my ass.

“Oh,” I moaned aloud, feeling a new type of excitement and curiosity.

Slipping my nightgown upward, he caresses and squeezes my ass. Then he runs his fingers across my pussy.

“Mmm.”

He spits on his fingers and begins to massage my asshole. Holy moly! He wants to fuck my ass. As waves of panic flood me, I pull at the restraints, forgetting