Chapter 83
REGGIE
Song, GLITTER AND VIOLENCE, Nessa Barrett
She crawls over to me, and I’m ready to fuckin’ explode.
“You think that you can fuck my brother, in my bed, while I’m sleeping next to you, and not face any consequence, Bella?”
She straddles my hips, her knees bracketing my abs, palms flattening against my chest.
“No, sir. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
My hand shoots out, gripping her throat. Her lips part on a gasp.
“You’ll make it up to me? Will you?”
She nods, so I tighten my hold.
I’m not angry, not even close. I’m turned the hell on. Seeing her fall apart like that? That was fuckin’ beautiful. But I do need to remind her where the balance of control lies. That actions have consequences.
“Pick a safe word, Princess,” I tell her, eyes locked on hers.
“Pink.”
“Interesting take on the colors. But okay.”
“Now pick a number.”
She pouts. “Three?”
I arch a brow. “And another one. Higher.”
“Four.”
I nod, catching her hip and rolling her onto her back, nudging her thighs open with mine.
“I’ll spank you four times with my belt. And I’ll make you come three times,” I whisper against her cheek.
“Y-your belt?”
“One with the belt, the other with my hands. Does that sound okay?”
Her cheeks flush a deep, sinful red. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I flip her over, her hair spilling across the sheets as I take her hands behind her back.
“Rowan, get me a tie.”
He nods, slides off the bed, and rummages through the drawers. A navy one sails through the air. I catch it with one hand and loop it around her wrists, tightening just enough to hold her still.
“Is it okay like that, Princess?”
She turns her head, watching me—then glances toward Rowan. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes dark, jaw tight.
“You’re about to cry out my name. Look at me, baby. Not him. If you behave, I’ll allow him to join in when we get to the reward part.”
Her eyes light up.
“Ass in the air.”
She obeys instantly.
Before I do anything, I trail my palms along the inside of her thighs, pushing his come back in.
“You’re dripping fuckin’ wet. Such a filthy little slut for us, aren’t ya?”
She nods, breathless. “So bad.”
“Yeah, you are.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass. The sound cracks through the room. She cries out, and it’s beautiful.
“Count,” I command.
“One,” she squeaks.
I rub the reddening skin, then strike again.
“Two,” she screams.
“You’re doing beautifully. Two more. Then I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”
I hold my hand out to Rowan. He passes me my black leather belt.
“Rowan’s watching, Bella. He’s seeing how well you behave for me. Our good girl, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she pants.
The belt whistles through the air and lands across her flesh. She sobs, crying out the number, and I lean forward, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy.
“Please, sir. Please, fuck me. I need you.”
Without a word, I thrust inside.
“Fuck.” I grunt.
“You’re perfect, Bella. You’re taking me so damn well.”
I don’t let up. Her moans spiral, wild and desperate, matching mine.
“I-I need to come,” she begs.
“Beg harder.”
“Please, sir!” she screams.
With one final slap, I spill inside her until my whole body shakes, her name a growl against the sweat-slick air.
She trembles as I pull out. I untie her wrists, turn her to face me, and press my mouth to hers.
“I’m proud of you, baby. So fuckin’ proud.”
She smiles against my lips.
“That was so hot, Reggie,” she breathes.
“We ain’t done yet.” I grin. “Let us look after you now.”
She nods. “Please.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair, dragging my mouth close to her ear.
“How about we all move this to the shower?” I whisper.
Her eyes spark. I’ll take that as a firm yes.