Page 86 of Seducing Selena

The next one wasPrincess.

Sweetheart.

Baby.

All the things they called me. On each of the four cuffs meant for my wrists and ankles. And on the inside of the collar, their names.

My Alphas would forever rest against my skin.

Because I belonged to them.

“I love them,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

I was already nodding, and it was hard not to lock them around my limbs myself. But they were already ahead of me. Sebastian took the ones I had and laid them out on the cushions.

“Because of everything, we wanted this to have a little bit of symbolism,” he said, handing me the cuff for my ankle that saidbaby. “The first one for you to put on yourself. Because it’s your choice.”

I took it from him, heart pounding.

It was my choice. No matter that the Syndicate had brought us together, we weremeantto be here. And I would always choose them.

Slipping the cuff around my ankle, I clicked it shut, savoring the familiar feeling. It wasn’t ever coming off. I ran one finger over the thin band, my stomach swooping.

My choice.

I had to place my hand on my chest because it was so full. One cuff alone would be enough, but I wanted all of them.

Seb picked up the one labeledprincessand took my hand in his. He locked his eyes with mine and grinned. “Did you think you were getting this right away? Come here.”

I went, ending up straddling his lap.

“Hands on my shoulders,” he said. “Don’t fucking move them.”

“Okay.”

Sebastian looked at me. “What did you say?”

The flush rolled up my chest and into my cheeks. “Yes, Master.”

“Better,” he murmured. “Looks like we still have some training to do with you.”

One hand slid down my stomach, turning to stroke my clit before he slipped a single finger inside me and left his thumb on my clit. “You know what I want to train you for, princess?”

A whimper came out of me as he added another finger. “What, Master?”

He slipped a third finger inside me, causing me to gasp. Circling his thumb on my clit, I dug my fingers into his shoulders, trying not to move them.

“My fist,” he said softly, fucking me slowly and steadily with his hand. “I want my whole hand in this pussy, with you coming all over it. I want my arm covered in your cum, princess.”

The way he curled his fingers inside me, I had to close my eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that.”

“You will,” he leaned in and whispered. “You will, and I’m going to strap you down to the chair in the playroom, fuck you and fist you until you’re a writhing mess. But you won’t be able to do anything about it because you won’t be able to move.”

“Fuck.” His words sent fiery lust straight through me, and he wasn’t slowing down. Now he was working me, forcing my body toward its first orgasm exactly like he knew how. “I—”

“Give me the orgasm, princess. It’s mine.”

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