Free Kade (NSC Industries) by D H Sidebottom

teeth. She whimpered and I made myself physically relax my balls, “Soon,
very soon darling, you’ll beg me to take hostage every bit of that stubborn discipline
of yours. You’ll beg me to rule you under me, right underneath me, where you’ll
feel every bit of my control and I can promise it will be more of a
sweaty workout than this shit what you’re trying to relief your tension with.”
    “Fuck you!” she spat eventually and shrugged out of my
hold.
    I had expected her fist so I was pleasantly surprised
with how she’d disengaged from me. “You’re so full of yourself. I don’t fuck my
job number, Mr Hamilton. You are here because I was forced to take you on to
recoup my job, nothing more.”
    She seemed flustered and I noticed the twitch in her
thigh so I patted her cheek gently, smirking slightly when she moved her head
away. “Oh, I know all that, but I also know your nipples are hard on your heavy
breasts. Your pussy is wet with your arousal and your mind is currently
displaying all sorts of different erotic images incorporating me fucking you
hard and wild whilst you hold on tight to this bag.”
    She swallowed and licked her lips. “Mr Hamilton, I
suggest you go find one of those beds before you find that you take residence
in a hospital one.”
    I nodded, smirked and winked. “You know where to find me
when you decide to let go of that tenacity.”
    “And hell may actually freeze over.”
    She turned back round and restarted her furious
disagreement with the gym equipment. I hid my smile from her as I exited the
room and listened to the loud grunts she made with her workout. I really hoped
she made the same grunts when I fucked her, because I would fuck her. She knew
it as well as I did.
     

Chapter Eight
Grace
    I rattled the iron gate, checking its sturdiness before I
replaced the ivy and continued my joint run and perimeter check. The smells
from Mona’s fried breakfast were wafting across the gardens and churning my
stomach, driving me to run harder just to fight off the nausea.
    Christ, I felt rough today and all I had wanted to do
when the alarm woke me at six was turn over, pull the duvet over my head and refuse
the day any access to me but I had a client to protect and the property
wouldn’t safeguard itself.
     
    I made it across the lawn and palmed the wall of the pool
house as a dizzy current swept over me and my head started to pound cruelly
causing my eyesight to blur.
    Oh dear God! I was starting to sweat one of those
horrible clammy sweats, where your whole body covers in goose bumps and your
ears started to hum. I slid down the wall as the ground shifted beneath me and
my head swan with hums and buzzes as the nausea won and I vomited everywhere
violently.
    I tried to take a breath and control the sickness but my
body shuddered as another wave hit me and I threw up again.
     
    “Okay, come on sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
    I blinked up at Kade as he lifted me in his arms and held
me against him before he strolled swiftly across the grounds and into the
house, bounding up the stairs as if I weighed nothing and straight into my room
where Mona was preparing my bed for me.
    “Oh my goodness, you look shocking.” She flustered as she
briskly pulled me upright and shoved a bucket under my chin to catch the latest
torrent that projected from my ailing body.
    “What the hell did you put in the casserole, Mona?” I
tried to joke but she stared at me and I cowered slightly, “Joking.”
    She blinked rapidly then turned to Kade. “Out, go on. I
need to get her undressed. Go boil some lemonade and fetch me some towels.”
    His brow lifted as he cast a glance at me then frowned,
“I’d really like to care for her, Mrs Hardy, if you’d let me.”
    What the hell?
     
    She glared at him with narrow eyes and even through my
raging fever and sickness, I smiled. “I beg your pardon? Grace needs a mother
figure right now, and you Mr Hamilton are definitely not a motherly figure.
Now, go boil