Page 55 of Seducing Selena

Fire erupted in the sole of my left foot, where he let the can fall across it. My balance was gone, and the inch of give the chain had…

Oh fuck.

All my weight was now on that thin, blunt line of wood. It was a different kind of pain than the cane. That was already fading. This was deep, dark, andpressure. Right on my clit too, because that was where he placed me.

I found my footing and lifted myself up on the balls of my feet, suddenly realizing the predicament I was in. If I didn’t want the harsh pain between my legs, I had to keep standing exactly like this. But the strength in my legs would fail, and I would be stuck with the sharp, painful pressure, or worse, trying to keep myself up and repeatedly failing, falling onto the wood over and over again.

“It’s called a pony board because you ride it,” he said.

More than anything, I hated what they’d done to me. Because if they weren’t trying to get information out of me, if this were about pleasure instead of my role in this ridiculous plot, I might enjoy it, knowing I was submitting to it for them and I could be rewarded. I already knew how much Sebastian liked his predicaments.

There was no reward for this.

Still, my nipples hardened into points, and I knew the wood beneath me would soon be wet.

“Perfect,” Derek said, looking at my breasts. “Makes it easier.” He quickly grabbed clamps and attached them. They hadn’t used them on me yet, but the pain was familiar. This, at least, I knew. I could bear it.

Until he had more chains and small, dark balls in his hand. I’d seen the weights before in porn, but they’d never used them on me. He attached one to the center of the chain between my breasts, and the pain stole my breath. “This can stop,gattina. You have to talk to us. You have to tell us the truth.”

“Ican’t,” I moaned. “I can’t.”

The way he looked at me, startled, I realized I fucked up. It was the first time I’d even admitted there was something for me to tell.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said softly. “In that case, you’re going to stay here until you change your mind.”

Nick grabbed my hips and tilted them back, exposing me just a little more.

“Still can’t damage our property,” he said. “So we’ll only clamp you for fifteen minutes at a time. But it’s not going to be fun.”

I realized what they were doing a second before the pain hit. The clamp bit down on my clit, sending shudders of pain and pleasure through me. God, no.

The soft tinkle of chains reached me. And it got worse. Two weights—one on either side of the board, pulled on me. Pain was everywhere now.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, don’t do this. I promise I’m not a bad person. I’m not trying to do anything to hurt you. Please.”

The fact that I saw both regret and agony in their eyes didn’t make the pain any better. Because they were still going to do it.

Sebastian stood by the chain. “Last chance, Selena.”

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give in and let Anna die. She was all I had left, and they’d already taken me from her for far too long.

He sighed. “All right.”

One more inch of slack in the chain, and everything was harder. I really had to balance now, calves straining.

Nick came over with a gag. “They’ll be back to take things off in fifteen minutes. But we’ll talk in an hour, slave. And just because those are coming off doesn’t mean other things won’t go on.”

“Please—” He used the word to shove the ball in my mouth and connect it behind my head. My mind was going to a place I could no longer control. Pain—even the good kind of pain—took me to vulnerability and openness. I wasn’t strong. I wasn’t made for this.

I wasn’t who the Syndicate said I was, and I needed to get them to believe me while still protecting Anna. If she was blacklisted…

Tears welled in my eyes and overflowed.

“Seb,” Nick spanked my ass, jostling the chains and weights, causing fiery sparks to go everywhere. I whimpered. “Maybe an anal hook for the next round?”

“That’s a good idea.”

They walked toward the door, and everything inside me crumbled. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t watch them walk away. I was fucked up with some kind of Stockholm syndrome, but they were mine. My Alphas. It didn’t matter that they were bad men, they were still mine.

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