Page 45 of Seducing Selena

“Get us a shipment,” Nick said. “We’ll see if they’re to the taste of our clientele. If they are, we can come to a more permanent agreement.”

“Fine with me. What’s the plate for?”

“Feeding the slave,” Sebastian said automatically.

A sound of disbelief. “It eats from the table?”

“Hardly. She was mouthy last night after her punishment, so today she has lost the use of it, other than her meals, which are from us.”

The sound of his low, vicious laugh sent chills skittering across my skin. “You plan to use her mouth, then?”

“No. She doesn’t even deserve that.” Sebastian’s voice was colder than I’d ever heard it, and it felt wrong. “But she’ll clean the plate.”

I saw the way Delano’s weight shifted back, like he was leaning and relaxing. It was clear beneath the table that his dick was hard, and I rolled my eyes. “I think I’d like to see that.”

“Very well.” Seb leaned back and unbuckled his belt. I didn’t look up at him, because he hadn’t told me to, and now we were being watched. This was different. Everything was different when this man was in the room, and not in a good way.

They talked about other things. I think Delano asked about the normal operations of the club, and they must have said something to answer him, but I couldn’t hear them, because I was so close to Sebastian stroking his cock.

I watched him without lifting my eyes to his, but I felt him watching me. And something about being this close to an Alpha bringing himself pleasure had me squirming where I sat.

Because his eyes were on me. I was the thing he focused on while trying to come. If Delano wasn’t here, I don’t think it even would have taken as long. The way his fingers curled around his shaft, he knew exactly how to get himself off. I found myself wondering if I could memorize the motion and try it with my hands. Or if there was a way to mimic the motion with my tongue.

What are you doing, Selena?

Sebastian groaned, grabbing the plate and putting it beneath his cock a second before he came. And he kept stroking himself until there was nothing left, and it was all on that fucking plate.

With a shock, I realized that he was going to feed it to me.

I knew, but now Iknew.

Between my legs I was growing wet, and I didn’t understand why. I didn’t like this. I didn’t.

I didn’t.

Maybe what Nick said last night was right. Wet cunts didn’t lie. Not when no one was touching me. You could make someone wet, but no one was forcing my body to react this way. It simply was.

Sebastian leaned to the side, and I heard the soft clink of the plate being set on the floor. “Look at me,” he commanded.

I did.

He pulled the tape from my mouth, the pulling of it making my mouth water.

“Eat your lunch,” he said, glancing at the plate. I also saw him glance toward the uninvited guest. “All of it. I want the plate cleaner than when it came into the room.”

A chair creaked, and heavy footsteps echoed in the room. Delano coming around the table to watch my humiliation. The embarrassment burned in my face, but at the same time, I couldn’t be angry. Because if I had a choice in this moment, I would have let him come all over my tongue and savored the flavor of warm apple pie. Hell, in better circumstances, I would have made a joke about him being his own whipped cream.

I turned on my knees. With my arms still cuffed behind me, it was awkward, but I did it. There was no room for hesitation or fear right now. I did my best to balance and lowered my mouth to the plate, tasting him.

“You really do have her trained well,” Delano said. “If she needs more, I’m happy to contribute.”

“No,” Sebastian said. “This will be fine.”

“I want to see you beat her.” Freezing, I had to make myself move and continue licking the plate like it was the best dessert I’d ever eaten. “If not to see the way she takes pain, for the way you work, Sebastian. I’ve heard you’re a master of impact.”

“I’m sure something can be arranged.”

It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a no, either.

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