Page 41 of Dual

Domhn's mouth twitches in that sadistic little smirk of his, the one that makes me want to slap him or kiss him or sink my teeth into his smug, perfect throat.

"Who says you're getting any cock at all?"

Then he flicks a switch at the base of the monstrous thing, and it hums to life.

I suck in a breath. Oh, fuck.

The first brush of the gigantic vibrator over my clit sends a violent shudder through me. My body reacts despite my defiance, muscles tightening, cunt clenching, nerve endings screaming yes, yes,yes.

But just as I start to sink into it, Domhn pulls it away.

"Tell me your secrets."

He moves in, so close I can feel the heat radiating off his chest, the whisper of his breath teasing my ear. He's near enough to brush the clamps, but he doesn't. He moves with me, dodging my desperate attempts to chase his touch, every motion a cruel, deliberate dance.

"Donny," I whine, my voice breaking.

"Yes, love?" His tone is light, amused. He's enjoying this. He's thriving in my torment.

"It's either spill your secrets," he whispers, teeth grazing my ear, "or continue suffering. Or worse—never get any of that sweet, tender attention we both know you crave."

Then he slaps my pussy, a sharp, perfect sting that makes me yelp and shudder, my body betraying me with how hard I clench around nothing.

"Fucking damn you," I snarl. "You want my secret? Fine. I pee in the shower sometimes. There. There's my goddamned secret."

Domhn lets out a short, sharp laugh. "Fascinating hygiene insight. I'll have my service double-check the bathroom cleaning schedule."

Then, without warning, his teeth clamp down hard on my earlobe.

I gasp, body jerking in a futile attempt to close the non-existent distance between us. But then he releases as abruptly as his teeth apply pressure, leaving me panting and needy.

"I mean your real secrets."

I bite my bottom lip, shaking my head, still defiant. "I don't have any secrets, Donny."

"Liar."

And then he reaches down and twists the clamps tighter.

Pain—exquisite, devastating—lances through me, sending a bolt of sharp-edged pleasure straight to my cunt.

I moan, my toes curling, the chains creaking as I strain against them, every nerve in my body singing with sensation.

"What are you afraid of, Mads?" His voice is a dark murmur as his fingertips ghost over my ass. Always teasing. His warmth presses against me—barely there, then gone.

And then he steps out of my line of sight completely.

I go still.

I can't see him.

No matter how I twist my head—which isn't far, considering Caleb wrapped rope beneath my jaw to keep me in place—I can't fucking see him.

But I certainly feel him when the jarring tips of a flogger land on my ass between the links of chain.

A sharp, stinging kiss.

My body jangles on the web in response to the blow.