On the Sly : The Grange Complex Book 2
On the Sly: Chapter 14

Ellie

“Is this a joke?” I asked Mack, who was supposed to be my next client. Nathan was having a laugh. He asked me to cover for someone in an open performing room. I was a little anxious, worried that maybe it was Andrew again asking for another round, this time with physical contact.

Unfortunately this was much worse, because I was standing face-to-face with Mack.

“I could ask you the same question, Angel. What the hell are you doing in here?”

He’d given me a clear warning to stay away from the club, and I ignored it. I stood in front of him, feeling completely vulnerable and shocked he was here. Mack’s eyes were on me, moving down over my black leather stripper costume. There was very little to it, but it still covered the essentials. I had on the tiniest pair of leather shorts; they covered my pubic bone and rode high up the back exposing most of my cheeks. I suppose they were a little better than a leather G-string. The top consisted of a black leather push-up bra. On my feet I wore six-inch platform heels with black ribbons crisscrossed up my calves fastening just under my knee. I was still recovering from the shock, after what I had heard from Cora, one of the other girls, replaceing out that Adrian owned the club. Not to mention Aimee telling me that Andrew was Johnny Hodges.

I was treading on very thin ice here, because technically I was working for Adrian and he was somehow connected to my ex. I needed to remember that I wasn’t anonymous. My pictures had been in the papers, and it was just a matter of time before anyone would recognise me. I needed to think fast, give Mack something, a believable story, but I wasn’t sure what to say or do.

“Sit down. I’m going to dance for you,” I stated, improvising, placing my hands on my hips. I thought that I could use my body to distract him, so he wouldn’t ask questions. Heat crawled its way up my thighs. Part of me was ready to throw myself at him, the other part was afraid to be the other woman once again.

“Ellie, what the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded, grabbing my shoulders and yanking me towards his chest. Okay, so he wasn’t up to having fun with me. He wanted answers.

“I’m quite good on the pole and when one of the reporters was talking about this club I decided to check it out. Before I knew it, one thing led to another and I was hired.”

“As a fucking stripper?” he repeated with disbelief. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier on?”

“No, I don’t strip. I dance on the pole and I didn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if I was really up for this,” I explained, annoyed that he demanded to know what was going on, even after I told him to stay away from me. “Anyway, don’t turn this around. What the hell are you doing here? I thought that you didn’t do this kind of thing?”

I was pissed off all of a sudden. I didn’t know why I was so stupid, thinking that Mack was misunderstood and unhappy. He was just like any other man.

“That isn’t relevant, Ellie. Tell me how the hell you managed to get a job here in the first place.”

He was too distracting, holding me so close. I couldn’t think straight, aware of his cologne, his strong hands around my body.

“Let go of me. This is none of your business. I’m not your concern,” I hissed, trying to pull away, but he brought me closer, our faces only inches apart.

I wanted to feel his cock inside me, fucking me hard and taking control like before. Since that night in my apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about his sweet tortures, about the mark that he left on my soul. Another married man and already he was feeding on my emotions, on my damaged heart. I didn’t need a repeat, but I wanted him.

“You know how much I’ve missed you, Angel?” he asked, loosening up his grip and brushing his lips over mine gently, tasting. My voice of reason screamed at me to push him away, but my body was drawn to his like a moth to a flame, wanting to be tormented by his dominance.

“I’m at work, Mack, and we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It was my reasonable side that was speaking now. I was here for a story, nothing else. I didn’t want love, and I didn’t want to sleep with married men, but that attraction between us was intense and so overbearing. All of a sudden I didn’t know what to do.

“Dance for me, Angel. I’m here now and I’m not leaving until I get what I want,” he said with mischief in his eyes, speaking to me softly. My heart skipped a beat, then began racing away faster and faster. “Tonight, you will please me.”

My throat went dry when he released me and sat on the leather sofa looking at me. Those hungry eyes began tracing my lips, my breasts, his gaze moving downwards slowly, admiring the parts of me that he’d owned. I was so turned on, instantly becoming aware of that tone in his voice that he used only when we were alone. I was still apprehensive, still unsure that this was the way to go.

“Mack, please. We have crossed the line, not once or twice, but many times. You should leave,” I mumbled, fighting to throw away his proposition.

I liked it when he took control over me, when he pleasured me and I screamed, asking for more. I didn’t feel ashamed or lost with him. My playing a submissive to his sexual dominance allowed me to let go of everything in my life but those moments with him. He helped me forget about my father, any money worries, being overlooked at work—everything. It was him and I was locked in passion and lust. I was his for the taking. I felt like I finally connected with another human being.

Mack was calm, his eyes filled with warmth.

“My marriage is almost nonexistent, Ellie. I have been having nightmares for years and you’re waking me from them. I want you to feel pleasure and not feel guilty about it. I want you, not Claire. Every day I wonder if there is an easy way out of this complicated situation. All I know is you and I won’t end. You must trust me.”

My reasonable side told me that I should go back to the changing room and ask someone else to cover for me, but I couldn’t move, my skin itched for his touch. Warm desire poured low into my stomach. The rhythmical throbbing between my legs reminded me how much we both enjoyed that role-play in the bedroom. How much I wanted to be dominated by him, and no one else.

I ran my tongue over my lips, imagining him moaning while I held his dick in my mouth.

I stopped thinking about what was wrong or right, and instead I took a step back and bent my knees. He came here to enjoy a performance, and I was ready to give him one.

He parted his lips and inhaled sharply. I could get him off, just moving and teasing him. I felt confident, maybe a bit scared that he gave me the control back.

I bent my knees a little more, then straightened my posture swaying my hips from side to side. There was a pole in the room, but I was a little apprehensive dancing for Mack. Previously I had only danced for Andrew. I wanted to please him because I was in love, now I was just about to do that for Mack. I couldn’t fool myself. We were just lovers; his words were empty and I needed to remember that I didn’t believe in love anymore.

I decided to ignore whatever emotions I was experiencing and have fun. Show him what I could do.

Mack’s stormy grey eyes were heavy, tracing my every movement. He shifted, leaning closer with a sharp intake of breath. I wanted him so much. I didn’t even realise how much I missed his touch in the past week.

Without thinking much about this, I approached the pole. I used my right hand to sway myself on the metal bar a few times, smiling at him. Mack was looking at me like I was a sexual object for his pleasure, his eyes large and his jaw tight as he gritted his teeth.

“Come here, Angel,” he commanded all of a sudden. I obeyed instantly, jumping off the pole and standing right in from of him. Heat clouded my mind. His lips looked delicious, inviting, and I leaned down wanting to taste them.

He grabbed my face and pulled me closer to him, teasing me, letting me know how much his mouth had missed me. I moaned, and my pussy throbbed wanting him to touch it, caress it.

Light-headed, I pulled away and knelt down between his legs, knowing what I wanted to do. He was rock hard and I smiled to myself, thinking that my pole routine had worked. My nipples were tight and my breasts felt heavy, ready for him to play with.

“Angel,” he purred low in his throat whispering huskily so that I was forced to lean in to hear him properly. “The last time we were together I gave your pretty pussy some attention and now it’s my turn for pleasure. What would you like to do to me?”

Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulled gently backwards so my body leaned away from him and I was forced to look into his beautiful eyes. I saw his arm move but didn’t know its destination until he popped my right breast out, pinching my nipple and pulling it, teasing. I just couldn’t replace words to answer him.

“Don’t mash those lips together; I have a better use for them. I want you to suck my cock.” He enunciated each of the last words with a sharp pinch of my nipple.

It was all too much. I was so aroused by this man and needy for him. I unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans as fast as I possibly could; he lifted his hips so I could move the pants down to his ankles to give me full access to him.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue over the slit on the glans and he groaned deep in his chest. Holding the base and squeezing gently, I wrapped my mouth around the head and licked at that sensitive spot just underneath with the flat of my tongue. Sucking harder, I took more of him into my mouth, sliding down slowly and humming my pleasure. I spread my saliva using the hand wrapped around him to lubricate his shaft.

“Sweet Jesus, Angel!” he hissed and I grinned, sliding back up his shaft and releasing him with an audible pop. I leaned forward again revelling in having some control, when Mack suddenly stood up. He thrust slowly into my mouth and when he reached the back I gulped, allowing him to go deeper. He growled as he withdrew and pushed in again. I lifted my free hand and cupped his balls, gently massaging them in my palm. He jumped ever so slightly at the shock of it. His face began to redden and a slight sheen appeared on his top lip. I let go of his cock and pulled my other breast free and pinched my nipples for him, humming my pleasure.

“Angel I am close, so close,” he spat through gritted teeth. I put both my hands on his arse cheeks, gripping gently with my nails and pulling his cheeks apart. He put both hands on my head and gently fucked my face. “Oh God, Oh fuck. Oh, Angel, yes!” he cried as his shot his salty load in my mouth, and I took all he had to give me.

Mack

My balls just exploded. I had never come so hard in my life. Ellie’s blow job skills outnumbered all my recent encounters with other women. Collapsing in my seat, I panted, completely out of breath and unable to form a thought or say any words.

I picked up her small body and brought her to my chest, still panting like an animal. My breathing slowed and I came back to myself and knew I had to return the favour.

“Good God, Ellie, I want to devour your pussy until you are unable to move,” I said, not caring for the fucking world that I was breaking the rules, but I wanted to have her again, just for me, somewhere where we wouldn’t be disturbed.

Her pupils dilated with surprise, and her cheeks were flushed, probably from the effort that she put into blowing me with such skill.

“Mack, it’s not for me. I’m not going to go through this again. Claire… she-–”

“Forget about Claire or anyone else. I want you, so give me a chance. What time are you getting out of here?”

“Another hour,” she replied.

“I won’t stand waiting, knowing that you’re going to perform for someone else,” I said, gritting my teeth again, bringing her closer to my face. I could read her eyes; the apprehension and worry was close to the surface.

“I have a complicated past and I want to concentrate on moving in a positive direction in my life. I want to build my career and become a better person. I don’t know what are you expecting from me. You’re tied up. I was involved with a married man before and it ruined my whole life. We can’t risk it. I like Claire. She shouldn’t suffer because things between you two are rough at the moment,” she said, shaking her head.

I kept breathing. Frustration raged inside me like a sudden avalanche. This small creature picked me up and made it clear that she didn’t want to lie. I couldn’t let her go.

“I’ll wait for you outside. I’m leaving Claire, Ellie. She doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. You’re the person that I want to be with.”

She wiggled away, standing up. I zipped my trousers and left.

I could see she had many doubts and wished I could give her the truth. I had been working in this field for a long time and I knew that I would be out of the game if I told her anything.

She reminded me a little bit of Charlotte, with her stubborn determination and drive to succeed. Maybe after what happened I became paranoid, but Ellie was putting herself in danger. She looked incredible in that little outfit. The sooner she quit, the better I would be sleeping at night.

An hour later, she appeared at the door, looking wary, and my cock twisted remembering her fucking me with her mouth. She didn’t want me to wait for her, but I was too pissed off to even consider letting her go home alone. I hated reporters; they always dug for answers when they weren’t supposed to, putting themselves in danger.

“Tell me, why are you so adamant about working there?” I asked after we started walking along the busy street.

“My boss at the magazine is a chauvinistic pig and a complete arse. He thinks that all women are beneath him. I came here to prove to someone that I could be a real journalist—that I had some value in the world—to someone who doesn’t believe in me,” she explained, looking away.

“Someone?” I questioned.

“My father. He never believed in me or that I could achieve anything. I have been picturing him seeing my name on a byline, seeing my article on the first page of his morning paper,” she continued, her voice hard. “I didn’t get the job in the club because I was bored and wanted lecherous men ogling me. I overheard another reporter talking about Johnny Hodges, so I decided to check it out.”

“Come again? Did you say Johnny Hodges?” I repeated, losing my breath for good few seconds.