Page 241 of Reign

Breathing.

I inhale quietly and keep watching.

Throne is methodical. He starts with his hand.

The first spank lands hard enough to echo through the room. The woman jerks in the ropes, then pushes her ass back toward him.

That part I understand.

Another lands on the same cheek, directly over the brightening skin.

Then another.

My own ass aches in sympathy.

Luciano alternated sides when he spanked me. He rubbed away the worst of the sting before giving me more. Throne doesn’t soothe anything. He keeps returning to the same increasingly red spot, and every strike makes the woman moan louder.

That’s going to hurt later.

But the way she arches toward his hand makes heat gather low in my stomach.

Okay.

Maybe I understand that part too.

Throne picks up a flogger.

The leather falls in a perfect rhythm, painting stripes across her thighs and breasts before returning to the already burning skin of her ass. She cries out, her body straining against the ropes.

I flinch for her.

Then she begs him to do it again.

He does.

He watches her the entire time. Every breath. Every movement. Every change in her expression. There’s nothing careless about the way he hurts her. He knows exactly what she wants, and she knows he’ll give it to her.

The flogger strikes that same red spot again.

She moans.

A shiver moves through me.

Maybe that doesn’t look entirely terrible.

Luciano’s fingers flex once against the back of my neck.

He notices everything. He can probably tell it’s turning me on.

Typical. Annoying.

When Throne slides his fingers between her legs, she’s dripping. He pushes two inside her and thrusts them roughly while she trembles in the ropes.

Yeah, this could definitely be something I’m into.

It isn’t as bad as Luciano made it out to be.

I understand exactly why her thighs are shaking. Why her head falls back. Why the pain twisting through her body becomes something different when his fingers curl inside her.