Kirsty watched him. Something was up. He was quiet. Too quiet. Too laid back. She always knew that 'Happy' hid a dark side, but it had been out in force today.
She smiled as she remembered giving them nicknames over dinner that first night on the boat. Mikael was Grumpy she had decided, though she might have to change that one now that she knew him better. Sven was much too serious for any of the seven dwarfs. The way he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders earned him the name of Atlas.
Bjorn with his broad smile had been Happy. No doubt about it. Except as she watched him now, just leaning against the door. He was anything but. And that scared her...perhaps more than her 'bad boy.' She wanted to make this man laugh, see that smile which she was so used to.
She remembered what Mikael had said earlier. But she still did not get why Bjorn and even Sven seemed so upset. Sub drop, if that was what it was, was common. It was just that she was not used to it. She had not known what it was or what to do...now she did.
She frowned and turned back to straighten the mess up while she thought about it. It was not the fact that they had used most of his shaving cream, she chuckled at the thought as she picked up the can. There was still just a bit left. Even his anger with Mikael did not fully explain the dark mood hanging like a cloud over him. When all else failed, she decided to take the straight approach, "Why are you so angry with Mikael?" she asked as she shook the can.
His handsome face darkened even more if that were possible as he crossed his arms across that magnificent chest, "Because he damned well should have taken better care of you. That was his fucking responsibility...just as much as it is mine and Sven's."
Kirsty felt anger course through her. The way he said that went against all that she had ever been taught. Women were strong, capable of making their own decision, they did not need anyone, especially a man to look after them. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head. Nancy Dickens would never tolerate such 'drivel' from anyone.
It was the biggest reason why she had had such a hard time coming to terms with her own submissive nature. But choosing to submit to him, to them was one thing. Being 'their responsibility' was a whole new level. One she was not ready to cede to anyone...even him. Especially this stranger that towered over her darkly.
With the wet towel in one hand and the can of shaving foam in the other, she stood and faced him. Her anger might not equal his but it was getting there. "Responsibility? I am a big girl. I am no one's responsibility. I have been taking care of myself all..."
He was across the room before the next word was out of her mouth. His fingers laced through her hair and pulled her up against him. "And how exactly was that working for you, darling? Do you want me to remind you of all the little secrets you told me over the past few months? The friends who aren't really. The man you stayed with but did not love. The roommates that you barely spoke to. Have I missed any, Kirsty? Oh yes, the parents you see once a month for an hour."
Being reminded of all that by him just then was not what she wanted. The fact that it was all the truth only made the situation worse. She brought the can of shaving foam from behind her back and sprayed it in his face.
His green eyes darkened as he swiped the worst of it off and lowered his face towards hers, "That was not a smart move, my sweet Freya."
Her whole body trembled in his arms. A moment before her anger had been blazing, but at those simple words it was an inferno of a whole different kind that was consuming her. "That was not fair," she whispered as his mouth covered and claimed hers.
Her sweet, gentle Bjorn was demanding and thorough as his tongue and teeth conquered every corner of her mouth. Her nipples that had instantly hardened at those words were chaffing against the heavy, wet material of her top and bra. All she could taste was the shaving foam but by the time, he finally drew back from the kiss, she was trembling but it was from anything but anger.
"Strip," he growled almost against her lips.
"What is it with you guys and the stripping thing? There are clubs for that sort of thing," she tried to tease but it came out more a throaty whisper.
He stared at her, "We'll save the table dance for another time, Kirsty. Right now, we both need a shower." He should have been laughing. Where was her Happy?
She looked at her wet clothes and the shaving cream, there was no denying his words. But still she could not fight the thread of fear that was weaving itself through her mind. She brought a hand to his chest, "Please Bjorn, you're scaring me. Just tell me what's wrong. Please."
***
He wanted to be angry. Some part of him still was. But her words, those simple words were all it took. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers as he breathed deeply for a couple of minutes. The anger and jealousy were still there when he opened them but at least they were under control now. He tried smiling at her but knew it was a feeble attempt.
"Let me bath you please," he tried again. She studied his face for a long moment and then nodded. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, but his hands covered hers and stilled them. "No, let me. Let me care for you tonight. Okay, my love?"
She frowned up at him but once more she merely nodded. His fingers in her hair tightened and he pulled her head back further, "Bad manners, my sweet Freya." He felt the shock race through her whole body. He smiled, his beautiful wife was so fucking submissive, her mind so open to his and her body was so damned responsive. The conditioning was happening even faster than he had imagined.
But not fast enough. He craved that power, especially now. He needed to know that there was something he could give her that the others could not. Something deeper and intensely binding between them. But he had always favored the mental component to these games...the mind fucks. And he needed to be so deeply inside this woman's mind that she could never fucking get him out.
He breathed deeply again, forcing his mind back from the darkness that he only ever barely managed to keep hidden just beneath the surface. Unlike Mikael, he had never coveted Sven's role as leader. He was more than satisfied to just do his part, a member of the team was not his issue. But when it came to women he had always known where his proclivities lay...and they frightened even him. The depth of control he craved was deeper than most.
When it was just games, carefully negotiated consent in clubs, it had been easy. But he had always felt like an ass even then. He knew those women always wanted more than he gave, offered more than he could ever accept. It was why he had so rarely played.
But with her...it was so fucking different. She was different. With her, he wanted it all. And he wanted it instantly. He wanted the very air she breathed. He wanted her dependent upon him for that. He wanted her orgasms... Oh, fucking, goddess, did she realize why he had chosen those words as the trigger. He smiled as he reluctantly released her.
He stared at her as he spoke, "The correct response was not nodding that pretty head of yours. The correct response was...'Yes, Master.' Do you understand me, Kirsty?"
He heard the quick intake of her breath. She always did at that word. Let her. It was a powerful reminder of what he wanted from her...the depths of his need. But after that brief pause her expressive eyes widened at that word, she dropped her head and whispered, "Yes, Master."
He smiled and brushed the pad of his finger across her cheek, "Good girl." He pulled her into his arms and just held her for a long moment. Trying to calm and reassure them both. "You will wait while I get your bath ready. You are not to undress. I will do that. Do you understand, Kirsty?"
She started to nod, then she whispered, "Yes, Sss." Again she caught herself, he watched as her throat moved up and down, swallowing back the words, "Yes, Master." He was so fucking proud of how much stronger the words were when they came this time.
He kissed the top of her head, "Good girl."
Then he broke the embrace and finished rinsing out the tub. His mother's favorite. The ancient bear claw tub was huge. It would easily fit them both. Of course, she might have to sit on his hard cock, but they would save that for another time, he promised himself. He made adjustments to the taps, using his wrists just as he had on the rare occasions that he had bathed Monika as a baby.
They had all taken turns caring for her. That woman had never been maternal. Never really wanted anything to do with the child. He supposed that they had dismissed the obvious with Monika for so long, blaming it upon her childhood. He really was happy to see how quickly Kirsty had taken to his niece. It was his...
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, forcing his mind back from that path once more. This was his night with her. And he was not going to let Mikael spoil it. Sven either for that matter. But what worried him most was not his brothers...but his reaction to them. His uncle's words aside, he never once remembered his father or his uncles being anything but united when it came to his mother. He would have time later for unravelling that mystery too. Maybe even speak to his mother about it, but right now, he wanted...needed...to focus upon the present. Upon her.
He stood up and gathered the other things that he needed. His body wash, his shampoo. He knew that he should have ordered her own while he was purchasing the clothes he wanted her to wear. But he had not. The truth was that like his shirts he wanted her to wear his scent.
Was that part of this too? Washing his brother from her body? He could easily do that, but what he had seen earlier of the two of them bent over this tub laughing and chatting so easily warned him that no matter how hard he scrubbed, he could not wipe Mikael from her mind. And that fucking bothered him more than he was ready to admit just then.
So he did not as he poured half the bottle of body wash into the tub until a plethora of bubbles floated upon the surface. The whole room filled with the dark musky scent that he favored. Only then did he stand and face her. She was just watching him. He smiled at her, tried his best to reassure her...or maybe it was himself that he needed to reassure.
