Page 40 of Dual

My entire body hums.

Domhnall steps forward and grabs a sleek black box on the table beside him.

I don't see what's inside until he turns, holding up the most beautiful pair of dangling nipple clamps I've ever seen.

Diamond and emerald gemstones swing from the clamps, glittering beneath the club's overhead lights.

My breath locks in my throat.

He steps closer and presses the cold metal against my flushed skin. He doesn't wait for me to inhale before clamping down.

A sharp snap of pain-laced pleasure spears through me, and I gasp, my body arching forward. The chains groan as the web shifts with me.

Domhnall's smirk is pure wickedness. "Perfect."

The second clamp follows, just as ruthless. Again, sensation blazes through me, a raw current of pain that crackles from my nipples straight down to my aching, desperate cunt.

I feel everything.

The bite of the clamps. The constriction of the ropes. The heat of Domhn's gaze burning into me as I dangle—helpless, bound, completely his.

And then he reaches into the box again.

Oh, fuck.

My whole body tenses, a sharp, breathless ache curling in my gut.

What else does he have planned for me?

I shudder, my voice trembling as I whisper, "Donny!"

The clamps—the wicked, gleaming emerald clamps—have dragged a breathless, startled reaction from me, one I didn't mean to give him.

But of course, he noticed. Of course, he always notices.

"Yes, Madison?" His voice is a razor wrapped in silk, so calm, so in control, it makes my stomach flip inside out.

"Please, Donny," I beg again, my body arching toward him like some pathetic little moth chasing a flame that will burn me alive. I don't care. Let it.

"Please, what, Madison? I'll give you anything you ask for. You just have to tell me all your secrets."

"I— I just need you to fuck me. I don't have any secrets."

Domhn chuckles low. "Oh, I very much doubt that's true."

I can't see what he pulled out of the box at first. His broad back blocks my view, and anticipation coils inside me, stretching unbearably tight.

I think it's big, though.

My brain scrambles through possibilities, my breathcatching. The purple wand? Please let it be the purple wand. I'll forgive everything if it's the?—

No.

When he turns, it's not the wand.

It's a massive, flesh-colored dildo. Bigger than Domhn's. Which is saying something.

I go still, glaring, yanking at my restraints. "I don't want that. I want your cock."