Page 474 of Reign

I turn toward the couple in the center of the room.

The submissive is secured to a St. Andrew’s cross while her Dominant moves a flogger across her back. Nothing I haven’t seen before.

The collar around her neck is different.

Narrow black leather circles her throat, a gold ring resting at the center. I wanted to see one up close.

“It’s prettier than I expected,” I say.

“The collar?”

“Yes.”

The flogger strikes again. The woman exhales through the impact, her fingers tightening around the restraints.

“Does it mean she belongs to him?”

“For this scene, yes.”

“Only for the scene?”

“That depends on them.”

I glance up at Luciano. “That was annoyingly vague.”

“Collars mean different things to different people. Some are worn only during scenes. Some signify training or consideration.” His thumb moves once against my side. “Some are permanent.”

“Permanent like marriage?”

“Sometimes.”

My fingers lift toward my throat before I remember there’s nothing there.

Mamma’s necklace is safe at home. Wearing it tonight felt a little too much like bringing my mother to a sex club.

There are some things even I consider inappropriate.

“Why don’t I have one?”

Luciano’s gaze settles on my bare throat.

“I considered it.”

My eyebrows rise. “You considered giving me a collar?”

“Having one made for you.”

“Custom?”

“I wouldn’t put something ordinary around your throat.”

Obviously.

“Can I help you make it?”

Luciano chuckles. “Actually, you could.”

Excitement moves through me immediately. “Really?”