AT YOUR MERCY

13. If The Swede Crosses The Ice, He Must Be Struck With A Club

I woke to the feeling of a moving car. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the backseat of a rather large car.

My head was spinning and I felt disoriented. My hands were loosely bundled together by the scarf that was somehow now my dearest possetion. Without skipping a beat I burried my face in it. I felt my glasses as they pressed lightly on my nose. I hadn't put my glasses on, had I?

I pulled my legs closer to my chest and felt my sore muscles complain about the constricted position I was in. I let a small groan escape as I deeply inhaled the scent from the scarf. Oh sweet lord that smells good.

"David, hun er vågen." A voice whispered in front of me. David, she's awake.

I didn't look up but closed my eyes and breathed in deeply enjoying the calming effect the soft scarf had on me. Everything else around me seemed irrelevant.

A hand landed on my hip. The hand was large but gentlt as ot lightly pushed my jacket and shirt upwards and landed on my bare skin. I shuddered as he gave me a squeeze. Tingles shot up my body from his calloused fingers and I suddenly craved more of it.

"Darling? Are you awake?" The most wonderful voice I knew asked me.

"Hmm.." I mumbled, still burried in the scarf. Slowly the car came to a stop and I heard the driver exit the car. Soon the door by my feet were opened.

I felt two rough hands gently wrap around my ankles. They creeped upder the fabric of my loose pants. How did i get dressed?

He tightened his grip and I was swiftly yanked towards the opening by my ankles. The feeling that erupted where he touched my bare skin was incredible. I didn't want him to stop. He released my ankles slowly. 

My wrist were grabbed, and I was pulled to an upright position, sitting with my legs dangling out of the car. The scarf and my hands now lay in my lap, and I looked at the breathtaking man in front of me.

He put one hand on the frame of the door, while the other one rested atop of my knee. He sent me a smile before tilting his head to the side.

"Hi." I breathed out. Reality was confusing. It was as if I knew I had responsibilities, as if I knew I had a plane to catch home and friends that hadn't heard from me in days. But at the same time I didn't care. Everything was alright.

"Darling I need you to listen to me. We are almost at the bridge to Sweden, and then we have a good seven hours before we reach Stockholm. I... I need to talk to you without you being affected by my scent. So as soon as we cross the bridge I am gonna leave the car, and you go the rest of the way with Stefan."

He looked me straight in the eye as he lowered his hand from the car and started massaging my thighs softly. I looked down at his hands and my mind began to wander, what else could those big hands possibly do? They reached from the outer part all the way to my inner thighs. They were strong, and I could just picture them as they grabbed my body and held me to him.

Suddenly he let go of me, and a frown sat on my face. Why did he stop?

He gently grabbed my face between his hands and guided me to look up at him.

"Stefan wont hurt you, and please don't give him a hard time. Just wait for me to get there?"

"Why are we going to Stockholm?" I asked, still hazy and swaying a little bit from his gentle hands, caressing my face.

"I have some business that needs to be handled." He said curtly.

"What kind of business?" I heard myself ask.

He smiled back at Stefan with a knowing look on his face. "Just a Swede, who crossed the ice."

Stefan smiled back and nodded in agreement.

"That doesn't make sense." I frowned.

"I can explain later, darling. Just promise me to stay with Stefan?"

I felt myself nod, despite still being very confused about the reality I found myself in.