Family Secrets
Dance With The Devil Chapter Twelve

**Aiden

**

Giovanna leads me into an office and greets a dark-haired man. He looks to be about my age. He glances up from his phone, raising a brow, "This him?" Giovanna claps me on the shoulder and says, "Yes."

"You know how to shoot a gun?"

Giovanni snorts, "Does he know how to work a gun? Fuck yes, I just seen him kill a man."

"My own brother." I clarify.

"Damn, really?"

I nod.

"Aiden, I believe you've seen my son-in-law in the club before. This is Lucien Genovese."

"Genovese. As in Luca Genovese?"

"Guilty." He smiles, "He's my father and Frankie is my cousin."

Now I know where Frankie gets his looks from.

Lucien is one sexy motherfucker.

"Take it easy for a few days and I'll have Aiden fill you in on the details."

"He knows?"

Giovanna nods, "Yes, Luca filled him in."

"By next week, you won't be a stripper, you'll be on payroll as my security."

"So, what will I be securing?"

"My wife's bodyguard. She's seven months pregnant. I have to deal with business and can't be here all the time. I need someone I can trust." "As in trust, you mean someone that won't lust after her?"

"Precisely. You're perfect for the job."

"Aiden, I trust you'll protect Giovanni's daughter with your life."

"Yes."

I glance behind me and see Frankie leaning in the doorway. He smirks at me and licks his lips. I look back to Lucien and say, "So..." "Go, my cousin is waiting for you."

As soon as we step into his room, he braces me against the wall. He presses his lips to my neck, trailing kisses downward. He pulls away and grins, "You know what this means, yes?"

I shake my head in confusion.

"That we don't have to hide anymore. That, and you'll look super hot in a suit."

I can feel his hardened member pressing against mine as he pulls my arms above my head. He tugs on my zipper and pops the button of my pants. Frankie reaches inside my boxers and strokes me. "Fuck, baby." I hiss through clenched teeth.

Frankie released my arms and demands, "Keep your arms up."

"Wait, you know this fight of mine isn't over, right?"

"I know, but for now I want to forget about that. Right now, I want to bring you pleasure."

Frankie continues to stroke me slowly. I throw my head back, hitting the wall and moan. "I love your hands on me."

"And I love you, Aiden."

"You mean you love making me come for you."

He releases me and shakes his head, "No, I mean I've fallen for you, Aiden. I'm in love with you."

"I love you too, Frankie."

"I don't want you seeing Zane anymore."

"Are you jealous?" I tease.

"Damn right I am. I don't want you going to X-Tasy unless it's you and me."

"Let's go there tonight. I want you to take me. Own me."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Pull your pants back up and let's get out of here."

***

Frankie secures the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I'm naked and bound to the St. Andrews Cross. My dick is standing at attention, throbbing with need. Frankie trails the crop down my chest, my breaths ragged. "You look good like this." He says, lightly tapping the crop against my chest.

"Please, Frankie." I breathe out.

"Call me Master."

"Master, please touch me."

Frankie takes the nipple ring between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a sharp tug. "I guess we won't be needing any clamps for these."

He reaches down and grips my dick hard, giving it two long strokes. My heartbeat accelerates when he strokes me faster, brushing his thumb against the tip. I suck in a breath as the pad of his thumb strokes me in circular motion. Making my body tingle from head to toe.

"Fuck, Frankie."

I feel the crop come down hard on my nipple as his hisses. "That's no my name. I told you to call me Master."

"Master, please."

"What are you begging for my pet?"

"To come." I manage through harsh breaths, "I want to come."

"Not yet." He says.

I've never been so desperate for something in my life. Right now, I'm on the verge of exploding all over his hand. A dirty slut begging for a release.

"I'll do anything, Master." Another stroke. "Please."

"Anything?"

"Yes." I hiss through gritted teeth. "I'll do anything, just let me come."

"Okay, but if I let you come, you do exactly as I say. No questions asked."

"Yes," I breathe out, "I'll do as you say, Master."

"Good, boy." Another stroke sends me over the edge. "Come."

His command comes out harsh and demanding. It sends me so far over the edge it's out of my control. He's controlling me like a puppet. Anything he wants my body will comply. Because I'm his to command. His pet to play with and torture as he wishes.

My dick twitches in his hand and I shoot my load. Frankie aims it at my chest and coats my flesh with my cum. As if he's painting a beautiful picture.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to come."

Frankie wipes some of it off my chest with two fingers and holds it up to my mouth, "Taste yourself."

And I do.

I do as he commands.

He releases me from the cuffs and cups my jaw. His eyes darken as he looks into my eyes. "I want you to go bend over the table. I'm going to fuck your ass now."

I nod, "Yes, Master."