Page 248 of Reign

I close my lips around the tip of his thumb.

His gaze darkens.

“Tonight,” he continues, pulling it slowly from my mouth, “I want to be in full control of it.”

Heat floods my face and settles much lower.

I glance at the buckle of his belt. “Then why are you still talking?”

He chuckles low.

“It’s like you want it to be a consequence instead of a pleasure.”

His hand leaves my chin and slides into my hair, gathering it firmly at the back of my head.

With the other, Luciano unfastens his belt and pushes his pants and boxer briefs down far enough to free himself.

His cock rises thick and hard in front of me.

My mouth waters.

“Eyes on me. If you keep them closed that’s the signal. I’ll stop.”

“I understand.”

“Open.”

I part my lips.

He draws the head of his cock across my lower lip before feeding himself slowly into my mouth.

The weight of him settles heavily against my tongue.

I keep my eyes on his.

His grip tightens slightly in my hair as he slides deeper. My lips stretch around him, and his jaw flexes when I close them.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take me down.”

I hollow my cheeks and suck hard as he pulls back.

His breath catches like I punched it out of him.

The sound sends a thrill through me.

I do it again, dragging my tongue along the thick vein on the underside before taking him deeper than he gave me, swallowing around the head.

A rough, broken sound tears out of his chest. His hand flexes hard in my hair.

There.

I may be kneeling naked with my arms bound behind me, but I did that to him.

Luciano’s eyes narrow as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Still competing with me, princesa?”

I release him with a soft, wet sound, a string of spit connecting my lip to the head of his cock. “Am I winning?”