67|Safe Word?

~Viviana~

“Safe word?” Roman asked for the third time.

Swallowing hard became constant since Roman had my wrist restrained with a scarf, the other end bound on the metal headboard. I tugged on it a few times, not by choice, since he had me lying on my stomach. I couldn’t see him, and each spank he landed on my ass startled me, making me gasp in surprise.

The pad of his thumb moved in a rolling motion, massaging my shoulder blades with the help of lavender-scented oil, releasing the tensions in my muscle.

“Don’t need one,” I repeated my answer, moaning when he glided his fingers on the ridges of my spine. This was an addition to the list of things his hands were good at.

“Last time I’ll ask you that,” he informed me. The