Page 481 of Reign

I circle her again.

Her bare nipples drag against the silk covering my chest, one still wet from my mouth. Her breath grows warmer against my lips.

I could keep her here for hours.

Hold her on the edge. Watch her struggle against the ropes every time her body forgets who controls the movement.

Then her pussy clenches around me.

My discipline fractures.

I drive up at the same moment I pull her down.

Elena cries out.

The sound strips away another piece.

I repeat the motion, harder now. My hands move beneath her ass, taking her weight as I lift and drop her along my cock. The chair shifts against the floor.

Her breasts bounce between us. The collar rises and falls with every frantic breath. Her head tips back, exposing her throat, and I follow it with my mouth.

My teeth close gently against the leather.

She shudders.

“Fuck.” My voice comes out rough against her skin. “You have no idea what you look like.”

“You sound obsessed.”

“You can’t see what I see.”

“What do you see?”

I pull her down harder.

“My fiancée tied in my lap.” Another deep stroke. “Wearing my collar.” Again. “Still trying to tell me what to do.”

Her breathless laugh dissolves into a moan.

“You like when I tell you what to do.”

“I like correcting you.”

“You haven’t corrected anything.”

I close my hand around the back of her neck and force her eyes to mine.

“Haven’t I?”

Then I fuck her properly.

Every controlled lift becomes a hard stroke. I drive into her while pulling her down, using my grip beneath her ass to meet every descent with enough force to tear my name from her mouth.

The restraint remains mine.

The ease disappears.

My breathing turns ragged. My forearms burn from holding her. My cock is soaked, every thrust filling the room with the slick evidence of how much she loves being controlled this way.