Dance With The Devil Chapter Three
**Frankie
**
I could feel his fingers touch the most sensitive part of me. I jerked my hips as Zane pinched my hardened nipples tugging at them.
"Do you feel that, little one? I bet it’s making your cock tingle." He leaned down and whispered.
"Please more, Sir," I begged.
"Do you want more or harder?" He asked rolling my nipples around.
"More...no, harder...just oh god, sir." I panted.
"I haven't even touched your cock yet and you're already so hard." He blew in my ear and rubbed the tips lightly.
"Sir, I'm going to come in my pants."
"No!" He hissed flicking my nipple. "You will fucking hold it."
"But I can't stop...oh god sir, I'm sorry, but I'm coming. Fuck, I'm coming so hard." I cried out filling my pants.
"Then, I suppose you deserve a punishment."
Oh god, I loved his punishments.
I wonder how he will discipline me this time.
Orgasm denial?
Make me come again?
Spank my ass?
"You, my love, are going to come over and over until there are tears in your eyes. Then, I'm going to make you come again."
I felt my belt being unbuckled and my pants were ripped open. His fingers grazed the head causing my body to convulse.
"Sir, I can't." I cried.
"You can and will. Taste yourself on my fingers." I parted my lips as he pushed them into my mouth.
"Mmm."
"That's a good boy. You are my dirty little whore, yes?"
"Yes, I'm a dirty whore." I panted as he pumped my cock.
"Look at that pet, it's already hard again." He mused slapping it.
I needed him to keep touching me.
"Be still, I've got a surprise for you." His footsteps faded and came back. I didn't need to see to know what he had. I felt the cold metal on my balls as he placed it around them.
"Please, sir!"
I felt something being placed around the head of my dick and begin to vibrate. He was going to make me come over and over.
This was my punishment for coming without permission.
He unwrapped the blindfold and gripped my chin. "I want to see your eyes when you beg me to make it stop."
"Oh god, I'm going to come again!"
"Good." He picked up an ice cube running it over my right nipple.
I felt a tingle shoot through my body as my nipple stiffened under the coldness.
"Sir, please." I threw my head back thrusting my hips. He alternated the cube between nipples making me breath harder.
"Open your mouth." He said tilting my head to the side. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself. "Suck my cock like the greedy whore you are."
Another orgasm began to wash through me as he fucked my mouth.
My head bobbed as he guided my head and played with my nipple.
"Good boy, I'm going to cum and I want you to swallow every drop.
Oh. My. God.
I was going to have another orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, swallow it little slut." He growled out shooting his load down my throat.
"Please sir, please I'm sorry!" Tears streamed down my face.
"You good now, Frankie?" He asked.
"Yeah, hey I need a favor. I need to borrow one of your girls. My uncle is going to expect me to show up for dinner with a date. It has to be someone he doesn't recognize."
He grinned and clapped me on the back. "I've got just the girl."
I wiped the counter down as I gritted my teeth. Aiden was coming on the stage in nothing but a thong and a white shirt. It was drenched making me throb in my pants. I could see the nipple rings protruding through the fabric.
Fuck, what I wouldn't do to have that.
"We're closing early tonight. Everyone is going to Giovanni's for dinner. You should bring a date." My uncle offered.
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders glancing at the stage.
Zane walked into the club with a brunette on his arm. "Frankie, this is a friend of mine. Meet Monique. Monique, this is Frankie."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Frankie. Does she know the situation?" I whispered the last part.
He leaned over the bar and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, she knows the deal. It's all good, man."
"Let me just grab my things, and we can go," I said.
He smiled at me and said. "Monique is very good at what she does."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It means that this is her job. She gets paid to be a date for the ones who haven't come out yet. That, my friend, is what she does."
Wow.
I had no idea he provided services like this.
"Thanks, I owe you one."
"You're my friend. Plus, you can repay me in other ways the next time you visit. I'm going now, I just wanted to make sure she made it safely. I got a whole new season of Orange Is The New Black to watch. Have fun."
"Do you want a drink, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Do you have any water back there?"
"You don't drink?"
"I'm not allowed, company policy."
"I got bottled water. Here you go. When we go to dinner, you're going to... they have wine with their meals."
"I know, just don't tell Zane."
"Your secret is safe with me."
I just hope I can pull this off.
Just a few hours is all I got to do.
Then, my uncle will leave me alone.
Well, for a while.
Until the next dinner.
**Understanding Zane
Zane
**
This city is dangerous. Predators are lurking in the shadows... just waiting for their next meal. They want to hunt you and then devour your innocence.
I know this because I was a victim of that.
My life was never good ever since I was a young boy. My father died when I was five and my mother remarried. She never knew what a monster she married. Not until it was too late.
I remember how he lurked the streets for the unfortunate children without a home. Promise them a safe place, he would. Tell them he would give them food, shelter, and money. They never made it out alive. There was only one that did and that was me. My mother never knew because he kept her doped up on drugs.
She never even knew her name.
At first, my step-father just beat me. Says it will make you a man. Then, he started touching me in my most intimate parts of my body. Once he was at that point, he started bringing home the others. Forcing them to get intimate with each other. It was always one boy and one girl. Sometimes it was two of the same sex. He forced us to do unspeakable things to each other while he filmed us. And you know what he did...he sat in the corner and watched with a gun in one hand and the other stroking his dick.
I know pain.
I know grief.
Hell, I even know anger.
That's why I opened this club to keep people from the demons on the streets.
Here at my club, it is never forced. Whatever is done to you is consensual.
Some say I'm sick.
Deranged and twisted.
I won't lie.
I am all those things, but can you blame me?
I, Zane Touren, was a fucked-up individual. I learned to cope through pain mixed with pleasure.
*"Mistress, please," I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming.
"Now Zane, you know the rules. No coming until I say so." Her fingers gripped me harder and yanked on my cock.
"Please, I need...touch me." I cried out.
"Where, here?" She gripped my cock stroking me roughly. "Or here, I bet your nipples are so tender. Just begging to be pinched, licked, and sucked."
"Earth to Zane." Frankie snapped his fingers, bringing me out of my time with my first mistress.
"I'm here. Just remembering something." I murmured.
"Yeah, must've been a hell of a memory." He said, glancing down.
"It was. Hey, I got an idea I want to run by you." I hoped he would do this for me.
"Does it involve your cock?" He asked.
"I want you to suck me off while I play with a woman."
"You do know I'm gay, right?" He asked.
"Yes. So, will you? It would be your way to repay me for helping you out. I'm cashing in."
"I'll do it since I owe you."