Page 280 of Reign

Silence.

“Oh,” I say softly, almost fond. “Now you’re obedient.”

I set the vibrator aside and step in close enough that she can feel the heat of my body without me touching her. My hand slides up her ribs, slow, until my thumb brushes the underside of her breast. I don’t cup her. I just hold her there, feeling the way her heart races under my palm.

“You rolled your eyes at me three times.” My voice drops. “Now you get edged, mi vida. Every time you get close, I stop. Understand?”

Her eyes flash, still full of that beautiful fire.

“Yes,” she says, breathless. “You’re still an asshole.”

I smile and lean in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Good, princesa.”

Then I pick the vibrator back up, turn it on just loud enough for her to hear, and let the tip hover a breath away from her clit again.

Waiting.

Watching.

In no hurry at all.

I don’t give her the vibrator yet.

I let the soft buzz fill the space between us while I drag the tip in slow circles just outside where she needs it most. Every time her hips twitch toward the sensation I pull it away. The ropes creak every time she shifts, trying to chase what I’m denying her.

“Look at that,” I murmur, watching a fresh trickle slide down the inside of one thigh. “Already making a mess.”

I press the vibrator against her clit for three full seconds, just long enough for her breath to hitch and her eyes to go glassy, then take it away again. She makes a broken little sound that goes straight to my cock.

Again.

And again.

Until she’s trembling in the ropes, chest heaving, pussy visibly desperate. She’s dripping for me exactly the way I wanted.

I turn off the toy and drop to one knee in front of her.

The position puts me eye-level with the mess she’s made. I lean in and drag my tongue through it in one long, deliberate lick from the soft skin high on her inner thigh all the way up to her soaked pussy. I groan against her and do it again, slower, gathering every drop I can reach before I stand.

I’ll never get tired of her taste.

I rise, cup the back of her neck, and kiss her deep—letting her taste herself on my tongue. When I pull back just enough to speak, my lips are still brushing hers.

“You taste that desperate little cunt on my tongue, princesa?”

Her eyes flash. Even hanging there, even soaked and shaking, she still has that sharp edge.

“You think degradation will make me more obedient?”

Of course she would challenge my choice of words while hanging from my ceiling with her thighs dripping. That vicious mind never stops fighting me. I hope it never does.

I smile against her mouth. “Desperate isn’t degradation, mi vida. It’s a fact.”

I push the vibrator inside her in one smooth thrust. She’s so wet it sinks in easily. Her head tips back on a choked moan. I fuck it into her twice slow, deep, then pull it free. The toy glistens under the low light. I bring it straight to her lips.

“You want degradation, slut?” My voice is soft, almost gentle. “Clean your mess.”