Dance With The Devil Chapter One
**Blurb
**
Frankie
I'm the bartender at Giovanni's club.
The one you go to for a drink when you want to forget.
I'm the nephew to Luca Genovese and I've been keeping a dark secret. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I'm secretly attracted to men. Nobody knows who I am, except my best friend. Enter Aiden, the new stripper Giovanni hired. He is sex on a stick and has the women begging for more. Only he's hiding something too. He too, is attracted to the same sex. One night, it's just me and him. A wild night of hardcore sex.
Clothes fly.
Sparks ignite.
Now that I've had one taste, I don't think I can stop.
Chapter 1
**Frankie
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Every night it’s always the same.
Some sad fool comes in and wallows in self-pity. It's always the same story. Either getting cheated on or the death of a loved one.
Then, comes the countless women who think they have a chance with me.
Sorry doll, but you're barking up the wrong tree.
I bat for a different team.
There's only one thing that gets me hard and it's not a pussy. Now, throw a cock in my face and that's a different story. Nobody knows that though. Well... maybe one person.
My best friend, Kade.
I was worried when I came out to him, he'd ditch me.
Throw my dirty laundry out.
He never did, and still hasn't.
"Since when do we have male strippers working here?" I nudged Kade as he mixed a drink.
"Giovanni wants more business, so he called in for reinforcements. Why? You want a dance from him?" He winked suggestively.
"Shit, Kade. Don't say that out loud."
Fuck yeah, I wanted a dance from him.
"Chill out, everyone in here is too drunk to notice." He gestured around the club.
A few hours later, the new stripper came over and sat down at the bar. To my disappointment, he was fully clothed. He cocked his head to the side and grinned. "Frankie, right?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Aiden, a pleasure to meet you. I was told to come to you if I needed a drink. Giovanni says you're the best."
I can suck a mean dick too.
"I am. What's your poison?"
"Just give me whiskey in a glass and I'll be happy." He said.
I pulled out a glass and poured the amber liquid. "Thanks, I'll see ya later."
I nodded not wanting to let him know I was aroused. I knew one thing.
I was going to have to pay a visit to X-tasy. A BDSM club to satisfy my needs. I needed to visit Zane. He would help me in my times of need.
I was stripped of my clothes. My wrists were bound with my arms chained above my head and my legs were spread and restrained to the cement floor.
My cock stood up hard for him and my balls ached. I needed to come so bad it made me throb. Pre-cum dripped from the tip as he put one hand on my hip and the crop grazed my skin. The crop trailed down my back, making me moan in pleasure. He pulled away and that's when I knew it was coming.
Zane brought the crop down hard on my back, earning him a strangled scream from me.
I craved the pleasure.
I needed the pain that came with it.
But, I had to earn the right to come.
"Look at that, you're such a dirty boy. You've got a little something oozing out of the head of your dick."
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Yes what, little boy?" Zane hissed, bringing the crop down on my back.
"Yes Master, I'm a filthy boy," I whispered.
He stood in front of me, smirking down at my hardened member. He lifted his head and stared at me. His dark-brown eyes glared into me as he struck my dick with the crop.
"Master, oh I need to come so bad!"
"Such a greedy little whore." He struck me again, causing me to scream out from the pain.
"Master, I-I..." My body burned with a desire to find my release.
"Be a good boy for your Master and beg for it." He hissed, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
"Please master, I want to serve you. May I suck your cock, Master?”
"That's more like it." He grabbed my cock giving it a firm squeeze as he crashed his lips against mine.
He lowered me to my knees and gripped my chin. "You want to suck my cock, dirty boy?"
"Please, let me worship your cock," I whispered as he pumped my length.
"I bet you want to come."
Y-y-yes... I'm so horny for you, sir." I cried out.
"No," He pinched the head. "No coming until I say so."
He unbuckled his belt and popped the button of his pants. Unzipping them, he pulled his swollen member out and pushed his cock into my mouth. I greedily sucked and licked as he pulled my hair.
"Yes! Take it like a good boy."
He stiffened as he thrust his hips while he stroked me with his free hand.
"Come for Master." He ordered and I obeyed.
It felt so good as we both came losing ourselves.
"So, what was that about earlier?" Zane asked as I finished getting dressed.
"Just needed to work out some frustrations from work." I lied.
It was all because of Aiden.
"I still don't know why you won't become a submissive. You're so good at it. So natural at taking orders."
"No, I'm good at being submissive, but I am better at being dominate. I like control."
"Well...in case you change your mind." He pulled out a card from his jacket and handed it to me.
"Maybe I'll call you someday."
It didn't matter that I had found my release because I knew the second I thought of Aiden... I would be hard again.
Thinking of how he worked his hips.
How the sweat glistened under the light.
Or, how I wanted to run my tongue over the nipple rings just to taste him.
Did he have anything else pierced on that sinful body?
Tongue?
Dick?
What I wouldn't do to have one night with that man.
To have his cock in my mouth, or to bend him over the bar and fuck his tight asshole.
I wanted to tie him up and have my way, just like Zane did to me tonight.
Spank his ass and bite his neck.
I groaned, “Fuck, not again.”
I guess I'll have to have another wank when I get home.
Or maybe just a cold shower.
A fucking cold shower wasn't gonna do shit, and I knew that.
Not when Aiden was forever engraved in my head.
Both of my damn heads.
Oh Fuck me, how would I ever survive this?