On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1)

Sasha

The end of my performance on the pole needed to be spectacular. My legs were trembling, sweat dripped down my back, and I took long, shallow breaths, trying to concentrate on what I was about to do. Dexter was out there in the audience watching me, but I couldn't see him. The loud burlesque music blasted all around me, encouraging me to take that last move to the next level, to show everyone what I was capable of.

I'd spent the past two hours watching the others perform. Some girls were really good, but we were all on an amateur level, competing against each other for fun. After another breath, I climbed to the top of the pole and crossed my legs at my ankles. There I leaned into a position called Cross Ankle Release.

I arched my back as far as I could and reached both arms over my head to grab the pole. As my back continued to arch, my legs were closed tightly. My whole body was trembling as I began sliding down the pole until my body was in the shape of crescent moon, seductively trying to connect with the audience. Every part of me knew that I'd done well, that I was good enough.

Then I finished the whole show with a couple of extreme spins, hooking my legs in the middle and bending my back backwards. My breath was short and I was exhausted but pleased with myself. I hadn't made any mistakes throughout the whole half hour.

Applause broke out when the music died down and I smiled widely, bowing. The judges weren't giving anything away. I spotted Gina in the front row. She was whistling and clapping like crazy. She had supported me all the way. Dexter was nowhere to be seen and I was slightly disappointed that he hadn't seen my whole performance.

I ran backstage and grabbed a bottle of water. My heart was still pounding away. Other girls started congratulating me, telling me that I was great. We chatted for a bit, discussing the moves and my routine. I didn't know if I had a chance of winning, but this competition had always been something that I wanted to try.

I was just about to walk towards the changing room when I felt someone's hand on my mouth. Within moments I was dragged behind the curtain. I yelped, panicking, my heart in my throat.

"Barbie, you were fucking incredible," Dexter rasped in my ear. I relaxed, knowing that I wasn't in any danger. Bastard scared the shit out of me. "It's time to fulfill your duties. I have been waiting long enough." Desire scorched through me and I instantly felt his smooth fingers tracing my exposed thighs.

"Have you been watching from here?" I asked when he spun me around. Dexter's brown eyes were ready, filled with fire, and my heart melted when I saw that I'd made him proud. In the past week we had barely left his bedroom and although I was tired, I wanted him to fuck me now.

"Of course. You gave me a raging hard-on arching and bending like that. I had to leave before anyone noticed."

I laughed, knowing that he was right. We had gone to the cinema the other day. Shortly after the film began, security had to throw us out because Dexter was trying to go down on me in the back row. He was out of control around me, and I loved that about him.

"You talk too much, Dex. I thought that you brought me here to fuck me," I complained, smiling seductively.

"Oh yes, fucking is in the cards. I want to hear your screams," he growled and spun me around again, slapping my ass. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over."

A shudder of excitement rippled

through my body, but I did what he said. My pussy was aching for his cock as his fingers slid down the front of my knickers while he moved his other hand down between my legs. Within moments he'd dragged my latex shorts down and was running his fingers over my naked ass.

"Fucking beautiful and all mine."

He didn't give me much time to think about what he was going to do next. He thrust himself inside me and I yelped, seeing stars burst behind my eyelids. My legs were trembling, my muscles overstretched, but I felt his every rough thrust. My orgasm was building up, and I bit the skin on my arm, trying to suppress my loud moans.

"Oh, Dex," I gasped.

"This is going to be fast, so shut your mouth and take it."

He did go fast, pounding his hard erection into me like he was in a race, and I was trying to catch up with him, screaming. Dexter's nails were on my hips and our moans vibrated, letting everyone near know what we were up to. I was coming undone for him and I didn't care that we had an audience or if we were heard. I needed it, after the stress that I'd just gone through.

He came inside me, cursing at first, then cradling me into his arms. I was panting, barely standing on my feet. He took the last bits of my energy, fucking me like there was no tomorrow.

"Move in with me."

"Come again?" I asked, wondering if I'd misheard him.

"I want you living in my apartment with me. Do I have to spell it out for you?" he asked with impatience, drilling his eyes into mine.

My head was clouded from the intensity of my last orgasm and I could barely gather my thoughts. I couldn't make this kind of decision right now. I was a mess. "Dex, let's talk about-"

"You have nothing to say. I have already moved your shit in with mine, so it's been decided. Anyway, are you ready for another round? I'm horny again..."