Page 226 of Reign

A pathetic whimper leaves my lips before I can stop it.

“You do, don’t you? You like being bent over and spanked like a desperate whore and now you want to come.”

The words should embarrass me. Instead they make me moan louder, pushing back as much as the straps allow. I hate how much I love it. How filthy and perfect they sound in his calm, controlled voice. How my pussy throbs with those words.

He slides two fingers inside me before I can prepare for it, curling them deep. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the room. I can hear how soaked I am. My face heats even as pleasure spikes higher.

“Answer me,” he demands, pumping slowly.

“Yes,” I gasp, voice breaking. “I want to come. Fuck—”

The next smack is harder, right on the sit-spot, making me cry out.

“Such a filthy mouth for a desperate little whore,” he says calmly, rubbing the sting even as his fingers keep stroking inside me. “Apologize for your mouth, Elena.”

I’m panting, dazed. “What?”

Another sharp smack. My ass feels like it’s on fire.

“Apologize for your mouth, slut.”

My pussy clenches hard around his fingers. God, I fucking love hearing that word come out of his mouth.

“No, you love my mouth,” I whimper.

A low chuckle rumbles out of him, dark and warm, curling through me like another stroke. I love that sound. Especially when I’m the reason for it.

“I do love your mouth,” he says, his fingers pushing deeper, finding that perfect spot and staying there. “That doesn’t mean it couldn’t use better manners.”

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out as his fingers keep working me open.

“That’s a good slut.”

The praise hits almost as hard as the next spank. My pussy clenches around him again, greedy, and he feels it. Of course he does.

He spanks me once more, right over the burning skin, and the dual sensation—sting and the deep pressure of his fingers—makes my thighs shake.

“Are you going to come around my fingers, princesa?” he asks, voice still so calm it’s almost cruel.

I nod.

He spanks me again, hard. “Words.”

“Yes,” I choke out.

He spanks me once more. “Say yes, Luciano.”

“Yes, Luciano,” I moan, the words tumbling out broken and desperate.

“Then beg, pretty little slut. Beg me to let you come and tell me what you are while you do.”

The command sinks straight between my legs. I want to say no. I refuse to beg, but his thumb finds my clit and I break.

“Please,” I sob. “Please let me come. I’m a slut, okay?”

His fingers curl deeper. “What kind?”

I groan in frustration. “A needy slut.”