Page 68 of Seducing Selena

SELENA

The floor beneath me was a puddle of slick and cum. Already Derek had made me orgasm twice by toying with the vibrator, and I wasn’t resisting. They could punish me all they wanted, but I was going to come.

But when Sebastian stepped onto the stage, I froze. What was he going to do? My sadist Alpha was unpredictable.

He unhooked the chain from my nose and got rid of the big dildo, allowing me to heave in big breaths. Fuck. Saliva ran down my body, and from the way his eyes followed it, I knew he thought it was hot. But I still didn’t know what he was going to do.

The vibrator soared upward, and I threw my head back, crying out to the ceiling. He was aiming to make me come again. But I managed not to. For the moment.

“Master,” I gasped.

“Slave.”

“What’s the punishment?”

One raised eyebrow. “The punishment?”

“For coming. What is it?”

“We haven’t decided yet.” The side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

His eyes moved briefly to the left of us, and his face turned stern, and I recognized the coldness of the Master. We were being watched, and now that I understood—now that I could play the game with him—I loved it.

Sebastian undid his belt. “Open your mouth.”

My stomach curled with nerves and arousal. I hadn’t taken Seb in my mouth yet because he was so fucking big. Not like I thought it would never happen, but my body could barely fit him as it was. There was no chance he made it down my throat.

But I opened my mouth and closed my eyes.

The sound of his belt whipping out of his pants cracked beside me, and the stiff leather came behind my head, pulling me to his cock, stretching me into the predicament even as Derek turned the vibrator up again. I fought the urge to moan. The hardest part of this ruse now wasn’t playing with them. It was pretending not to be aroused by the men I was falling in love with.

When I had doubts, it was easy to pretend.

Now I wanted to consume Sebastian like an apple pie.

His cock slipped past my lips, stretching my mouth open and filling me before I’d even taken half of him. “Good girl,” he muttered under his breath. The pretending was killing them too, and maybe this wasn’t a good idea. If we were being watched, I was about to come, and I loved it.

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian said, pulling on the belt. I was stretched in every direction, impossibly immobile. “Don’t you dare come, slave.”

A shudder of pleasure ran through me, and I held the orgasm back despite my promise not to. “You’ll swallow me without any pleasure for yourself. Or didn’t you learn your lesson last time?”

The sybiansurgedbeneath me, sending my head into the stratosphere. I froze, mouth open, letting Seb fuck me. It was so intense, somehow it was easier to resist. My jaw ached from his cock, and he groaned before pulling back, coming all over my face.

“I changed my mind.” The words were a grunt through his orgasm. “You’ll wear my cum. Today you don’t deserve to swallow it.”

Suddenly the sybian turned off, and they were extracting me from the position I was in. I hadn’t even realized how hard it was on my body until they released an arm and my shoulders groaned in protest.

“You sure, Seb?” Derek joked. “I wanted a chance to fuck her throat like that. I would have let you control the toy.”

“He’s sure,” Nick said.

Something about the way Nick said it made my other Alphas pause, and they moved faster.

Nick clipped my leather cuffs in front of me and walked me to the elevator, Sebastian’s cum still dripping down my face and chest.

They left the set-up behind for the staff to break down.

“Let’s take a shower,” Nick said, pulling me out of the elevator into the apartment and unhooking the leather accessories as we went.

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