Page 553 of Reign

“You.”

“And who holds the leash?”

“You, Sir—Luciano!”

I’m shaking now, close, movements turning messy and desperate. That’s when he finally moves. Both hands grip my hips, the leash still wound in one fist, and he drives up into me hard—once, twice, three times—taking over completely.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Luciano.‘”

The words punch out of me on the next thrust. “Thank you, Luciano—”

“That’s right. Say it again,” he growls.

“Thank you, Luciano—”

“Good girl. Again.”

“Thank you, Luciano!”

He keeps fucking up into me in deep, controlled strokes, forcing the gratitude out of my mouth with every surge. The other names are gone. There is only this—his cock, his leash, his name, and the way he makes me thank him for the privilege of riding him.

“Come on my cock while you thank me,” he orders against my lips. “Let me feel how much you love belonging to me.”

I break on the next thrust, crying “Thank you, Luciano—” as the orgasm rips through me. He holds me through it, still buried to the hilt, still controlling the leash, still completely dressed while I come apart naked in his lap.

When the tremors ease, he strokes my hair, presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and murmurs, “That’s my perfect wife.”

My heart flutters. I rest my forehead against his, breathing hard, the purple collar warm against my skin and the black leash still firm in his hand.

Then I realize he’s still hard inside me.

“You didn’t come.”

“I’m aware.”

I lift my head. “Why not?”

His fingers flex around the leash.

“I wanted to be generous before I fixed the problem.”

“What problem?”

His thumb traces my lower lip.

“The fact that you’re still enjoying yourself, princesa.”

I smile. “I’m enjoying myself even more now.”

“That’s because your consequence isn’t over.”

Oh.

Obsidian is quiet around us.

I really am going to miss this place.

Chapter 74