Kadie's Fantasies (Pt. 7)

The next morning came quickly and Kadie was excited. The feeling in her stomach, Anna had said, was butterflies. Kadie had scoffed and ignored Anna's opinion, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was true. Did she fancy Will?

She heard a knock at her door and panicked, as she was still pulling on a lace thong and a pink skirt. "Coming!" she said, pulling the times on before throwing a white v-neck on. It hugged her curves, and she opened the door, candles in hand. "Ready," she giggled, looking up at Will, who looked expectant. He smiled down at her and his eyes caught on her short skirt. She lifted her leg slightly, letting the skirt ride up, and Will cleared his throat, looking away.

"Shall we go?" he asked, smiling down at her.

"Let's," she giggled, leaning in and letting him kiss her. He grabbed her hand, walking backward as she closed the door and then began leading them.

They didn't go toward the kitchen, but, instead, they found a faster alternative route. They talked the whole way there, sharing intimate details and just laughing at general things.

"Favorite color?" William asked, his thumb tracing circles on her wrist.

"Mmmm. Green," she said, smiling as they entered the hallway.

"Why green?" Will asked, scrunching up his nose.

"Because," she said breathlessly, sitting on the clear door. "It reminds me of the forest and plants. It's pretty like nature." She crossed her legs as Will sat next to her. Kadie then leaned into him, allowing her head to fall on his shoulder before he laid back against him. "Thank you," she whispered before looking up to him.

Will wore an expression of awe on his face, and it made him look handsome. "You're very welcome, princess," he said before closing the distance between them and kissing her lips softly. She moaned, pushing herself into him further, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth before wrapping her arms around his neck and body. She pulled him down to her, lying back as he ran his hands down her body, stopping at her hip and pulling her closer. "You're beautiful," he whispered, making her gasp and open her eyes. He kissed his way down her lips to her neck, and she looked up at the ceiling, toward the beautiful morning sky as it shown down on them. It was only for a moment that she felt his lips there before he made his way back up, capturing her lips once more.

She breathed unevenly, allowing herself to enjoy every moment of contact between them as if this was her meal for the day. This kiss would keep her alive for weeks to come. So she let herself be consumed by the bliss of the moment, unthinking of anything else. When she finally pulled back, her hand was cupping his cheek, and they were both staring into each other's eyes. "That was..." she trailed off, allowing both of them time to catch their breaths.

"It was amazing," Will completed, bringing his lips back down to hers. Kadie moaned and laid back, letting him kiss his way down to her collarbone, where he found her sweet spot and took advantage, kissing her there and watching her wriggle under the pleasure.

Eventually, he made his way back up, kissing Kadie's lips and pulling back again. He pulled her on top of him, allowing her to hug against him, and, for the first time in a long time, she just cuddled. She let her head fall on his chest, and she closed her eyes, pressing a kiss against his chest, listening to his heart beat quickly. "I would give anything..." Will began softly, looking down toward Kadie, "to be able to call you mine, to keep you from being used by him. You're one of the first women that have ever made me feel this way." Will pressed a kiss to her hair, and she grinned.

"One of?"

Will chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I'm a twenty-six-year-old man. Of course, I've been serious with other women. Most of them have been flings, but I've only been serious with two." Will looked down at his hands, one of which was occupied tracing circles on Kadie's wrist. "One is my ex-wife, and the other was my girlfriend. Wife divorced me and left because, at the time, I was broke and had no job. Girlfriend died. Ex-wife is now online-dating and lonely, and it makes every day of my life happy knowing I could retire next week and be living the high life, but I like my job. It's with my brother. I have benefits. I get paid like crazy, and I don't wake up at four AM to get to my job."

Kadie nodded scooting closer. "What's your ex-wife's name?" she asked.

He shook his head chuckling. "Jacqueline Frill. She's a mythic bitch."

Kadie laughed. She then noticed his eyes locked on her neck, and she ran her hand over it. "What? What's wrong?"

Will visibly gulped, smirking slightly. "I, um—," he cleared his throat. "May have gone a little too far with the kissing." Will smiled then. "But, I mean, what's the worse that can happen? You can put make-up on it." Kadie gasped.

"Is there a hickey on my fucking neck?" she asked, placing her hand on her neck.

"I think the term 'love-bite' is better. In fact, I prefer it." He grinned, running his fingers over his new mark. "After all, it looks like my wish came true." He looked into her eyes as she worried. "Marked. Mine," he whispered before kissing her again. This time, the passion with which he kissed her seemed so real, so blissful and amazing that she felt her hand travel down as if her body knew what it wanted more than what she did.

Her hand barely reached his belt when they heard footsteps and jumped apart. Kadie fixed her hair and sat up, sitting cross-legged in hopes to seem natural. William stood all together, fixing his rumpled shirt and trying to hide his very obvious hard-on. They both looked to the hallway and watched as Damien walked in, smiling. "Brother," he drawled.

Something told Kadie he had been drinking as he smiled blissfully. Damien stepped forward, his steps deliberate as he reached Kadie and helped her stand. "Mmmm. My little Kitty," he whispered, leaning in and placing a kiss on her neck. Kadie smelled wine on his breath, and she recoiled slightly when he kissed her. He stepped back, inspecting her before he laughed bitterly.

"Brother," Will warned, stepping closer to Kadie as if to protect her.

"Will," Damien growled, pushing Kadie behind me and grabbing her arm. Kadie glared, yanking her arm back to no avail. "Who, little brother, told you that you could mark my girls?" He grabbed Kadie's neck, exposing the love bite, and Kadie recoiled.

"Stop," Kadie said, pushing away from him. Will looked angry as he pulled her and pushed his brother aside.

"You're drunk. And you're a mess. And she's not a fucking crayon that I broke. She's a girl—a woman. She can make her own goddamned decisions." Will let go of Kadie, stepping in front of her and pushing Damien back.

"That's where you're wrong, brother. She is my property. I don't know why you suddenly think it's OK to mess with my girls, but it's not OK. Now, if you please move, I need to borrow my little kitten. She is mine, after all, to use." Damien reached around Will and grasped Kadie, pulling her to him before smirking at his brother.

Damien let Will watch as he ran his hand down Kadie's back and then up her skirt. She flinched, closing her eyes and looking away before looking to Will. "I'm sorry," he whispered, dropping his head.

Damien grabbed Kadie's hand then and forced her to follow him. They didn't go back to her room, but instead they made their way upstairs, heading to the double doors at the end of the hallway. Damien opened the door and shoved her in, closing and locking it behind him before Kadie sighed.

She knew where this was going. She was used to it from years on the streets. So she slipped her shirt over her head and pulled her skirt down, exposing her body. She kicked the clothes aside and climbed on the enormous bed behind her, facing Damien. "Why do you hate your brother?" she whispered, softly, without meaning to. Before she worked with Damien, she worked with men just like him, with problems and issues, but she never questioned it, because she knew they were there to forget... not remember.

So even Kadie was surprised with herself when she asked. "I don't hate my brother," Damien said, stepping close and grabbing the hem of her panties. "I hate when he touches my shit," he growled, ripping the lace from her skin, leaving her exposed. She glared and scooted back on the bed, making him work to reach her.

Damien began taking his clothes off slowly, beginning with his shirt and tie, dropping them onto a pile with her belongings and then finally pulling his pants down, underwear going with it. "Why do you hate when your brother touches me? What about your other girls? Aren't we allowed to date?" Kadie was slightly confused. If that girl Will had told her about could marry his soldier, why couldn't Kadie just sit down with Will?

"I hate it when he touches you because you're new. He'll break you. I don't need you when you're broken. It seems like you're having a hard time grasping that I'm in charge. Does my little kitten need to be punished?" he asked, making Kadie close her eyes. She knew what this part meant.

His hand traveled up her thigh, and she let him do what he wanted. He slipped his fingers into her cunt, and she leaned her head back trying to relax. She felt him inside her, almost searching for her spot, but she felt... blocked off. So she did what she used to... She faked it.

She moaned, yelling "Daddy" and dirty things that men want, and, because Damien was intoxicated, he couldn't tell the difference. Kadie felt a shift in him, too, though. As he thrust into her and came, she couldn't help but think that he wasn't even in the mood for sex... He only wanted to make sure that she knew she belonged to him.

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When Kadie woke the next morning, she tried to forget the events from the day before, and she got up, walking to the restroom and washing quickly. She remembered yesterday Damien spent three hours with her before leaving. She had left shortly after to her room, heard a knock on the door, but didn't answer, because she was tired. So she read the rest of the ballad, snacking on a small bag of chips that Anna later passed by to throw in her direction.

Kadie was mostly disappointed in herself that night. She didn't even get to enjoy the three hours of sex between her and Damien because she was so distracted thinking about his brother and the heartbroken look on his face when he apologized for not being able to help. She couldn't help but think of how hard a decision it must have been for him. Will was surrounded by a number of beautiful women each day that he couldn't talk to, in addition to being in the shadow of your brother and working for him in order to survive.

Now, Kadie just sat alone in her room, slightly sore from yesterday, and waited until she was hungry. She decided she didn't want to leave the room until she was. She heard a shuffle outside her door and then someone knocked, making Kadie sigh.

"Come in!" she shouted, hoping that it was neither of the brothers. Instead, a beautiful blonde woman walked in. She looked to be around Kadie's age, but she was dressed in a very business-like fashion. She wore a pantsuit that hugged her pretty body and smiled at Kadie, holding a few bags around her.

"Hey, I'm Taylor. Damien said you needed clothes. I found plenty of comfortable items as well as plenty of dresses and professional wear. Take your pick and all of it is yours." Taylor dropped two bags at Kadie's feet before a few more men came in behind Taylor and dropped plenty more. Kadie grinned at the mess, happy for a distraction.

"Thank you very much." Kadie smiled, picking up her items before Taylor walked out, taking the men with her.

Kadie smiled at the pile and kept sorting for a few hours until she heard another knock on the door. She walked to the door, folding a new pair of leather pants in her hands and smiling, hoping it was either Anna or Taylor with more clothing. She opened the door, grinning, only to find a pair of apologetic eyes behind the door.

Kadie sighed and opened her door further when she saw Will hold up flowers in his hand. "Forgive me?" he whispered, his voice only wavering slightly. "I didn't think he would find out or even try to stop it. It's complicated between me and him. I didn't mean to drag you into all of it." Will lowered her gaze and Kadie rolled her eyes.

"I didn't ask for you to apologize. If anything, Damien should be apologizing, not you." Kadie led him in and let him on her bed. She closed her door and locked it, placing a doorstop under it—a trick she learned for when her clients became more attached. She knew it was getting close to nighttime and Damien might want to come into her room at any given time. "Besides, we were in the middle of one of the best dates I'd ever been on." She grinned at him, straddling his lap as he grinned foolishly.

"It was a date?" he asked, hugging her close as she nodded.

"Do you want it to be?" she whispered, her breath running across his lips. Sore or not, Will made Kadie feel a longing that she had yet to experience with many men. He made her want to lay in bed all day with him—even if it wasn't for sex.

Finally, Will nodded and whispered, "Yes." He kissed her, pulling her down so she was straddling him and laying on his chest at the same time.