"I-I'm worried too," Ingun admitted with a gritted grin. Sweat poured down her face. Gods, she was so close. Mercer's cock was filling her completely as he used her. She wanted to bend over the counter and just grab the other side and hold on for dear life as Mercer fucked her. If only if her stupid brother wasn't here! "I just…can't…talk right now."
"Fine, I'll come back later and we'll talk over dinner," Hemming suggested.
Finally!
Before Hemming could open the door, it swung ajar on its own to reveal Elgrim and Hafjorg. The older couple looked curiously between Hemming and Ingun.
"What are you doing here?" Ingun shouted. She felt like she was going to cry. Why did they have to show up right now?
"We thought we would stop by and give you a lunch break, dear," Hafjorg said, her eyebrow rising in surprise.
Ingun swallowed in horror. Elgrim and Hafjorg were walking towards her and they were going to see how her skirt was hiked up over her hips and her privates were exposed for anyone to see. What was she going to do? It wasn't as if she could move with Mercer pressed against her like this.
"You should give her the day off," Hemming complained. "Look at her! She's absolutely flushed. If she's gotten sick from being down here all the time…"
Suddenly, salvation came in the form of Mercer pulling out of her. The feeling of her skirt falling back into place was the greatest feeling in the world!
"I think lunch is a wonderful idea!" Ingun cried. She smoothed her skirts as she ran from around the counter and out the door. "In fact, I'm going to take the entire day off!" She was certain they were looking at her as if she had lost her mind, but she didn't care.
The docks creaked under her feet as she ran up the stairs to the upper level. She had to get home and just think or something! This was going too fast and too weird and she was definitely out of her comfort zone.
Once the she was barricaded in Black-Briar Manor, Ingun finally started to relax. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute and breathing was impossible, but at least no one else was here. Hopefully, she hadn't burnt any bridges with Elgrim with her weird behavior today. And even if he or his wife had been offended, she was sure she could convince them to forgive her. She was a prodigy after all!
"Finally, alone," Mercer whispered in her ear. She screamed in shock. He was still invisible and she had no idea how he had gotten in the house.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"Why shouldn't I?" Mercer growled in her ear. His unseen hand grabbed her breast and twisted cruelly. "You shamed me in front of the Thalmor, you made me a fool to your mother, and I was tortured for weeks before Brynjolf could break me out. I promise you that anything I do to you will pale in comparison, my dear."
The last word dripped with venom.
Ingun couldn't stop from shuddering as Mercer spoke. Small tears clung to her eyelashes as she hugged herself. The Black-Briar daughter had never felt so out of her element in her life. She was a respected and well-known member of the most powerful family of the entire Rift. She had always had control before; she had always had the power.
But now, even in her own home, she was the powerless one. Maybe it would be easier if she could just see Mercer, but the thief maintained his invisibility. She hadn't seen any potion bottles or heard the clink of glass that indicated a container. There had been no incantations of a spell either and Ingun sincerely doubted that Mercer possessed the ability to cast spells. How was he doing it?
"Mercer, please…" she started. Ingun lost her ability to speak as Mercer's fingers unexpectantly wrapped in her hair and pulled back hard. He might be invisible, but that made him no less solid.
"You can beg better than that," Mercer chided. The hand holding her breast pinched her nipple through her dress, the nails almost piercing the sensitive skin. If not for her thick cloth, Ingun had no doubt she would be bleeding.
Mercer Frey x Ingun Taking Care of Business: Blindsighted 3/?
"Fine, I'll come back later and we'll talk over dinner," Hemming suggested.
Finally!
Before Hemming could open the door, it swung ajar on its own to reveal Elgrim and Hafjorg. The older couple looked curiously between Hemming and Ingun.
"What are you doing here?" Ingun shouted. She felt like she was going to cry. Why did they have to show up right now?
"We thought we would stop by and give you a lunch break, dear," Hafjorg said, her eyebrow rising in surprise.
Ingun swallowed in horror. Elgrim and Hafjorg were walking towards her and they were going to see how her skirt was hiked up over her hips and her privates were exposed for anyone to see. What was she going to do? It wasn't as if she could move with Mercer pressed against her like this.
"You should give her the day off," Hemming complained. "Look at her! She's absolutely flushed. If she's gotten sick from being down here all the time…"
Suddenly, salvation came in the form of Mercer pulling out of her. The feeling of her skirt falling back into place was the greatest feeling in the world!
"I think lunch is a wonderful idea!" Ingun cried. She smoothed her skirts as she ran from around the counter and out the door. "In fact, I'm going to take the entire day off!" She was certain they were looking at her as if she had lost her mind, but she didn't care.
The docks creaked under her feet as she ran up the stairs to the upper level. She had to get home and just think or something! This was going too fast and too weird and she was definitely out of her comfort zone.
Once the she was barricaded in Black-Briar Manor, Ingun finally started to relax. Her heart was still beating a mile a minute and breathing was impossible, but at least no one else was here. Hopefully, she hadn't burnt any bridges with Elgrim with her weird behavior today. And even if he or his wife had been offended, she was sure she could convince them to forgive her. She was a prodigy after all!
"Finally, alone," Mercer whispered in her ear. She screamed in shock. He was still invisible and she had no idea how he had gotten in the house.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered.
"Why shouldn't I?" Mercer growled in her ear. His unseen hand grabbed her breast and twisted cruelly. "You shamed me in front of the Thalmor, you made me a fool to your mother, and I was tortured for weeks before Brynjolf could break me out. I promise you that anything I do to you will pale in comparison, my dear."
The last word dripped with venom.
Ingun couldn't stop from shuddering as Mercer spoke. Small tears clung to her eyelashes as she hugged herself. The Black-Briar daughter had never felt so out of her element in her life. She was a respected and well-known member of the most powerful family of the entire Rift. She had always had control before; she had always had the power.
But now, even in her own home, she was the powerless one. Maybe it would be easier if she could just see Mercer, but the thief maintained his invisibility. She hadn't seen any potion bottles or heard the clink of glass that indicated a container. There had been no incantations of a spell either and Ingun sincerely doubted that Mercer possessed the ability to cast spells. How was he doing it?
"Mercer, please…" she started. Ingun lost her ability to speak as Mercer's fingers unexpectantly wrapped in her hair and pulled back hard. He might be invisible, but that made him no less solid.
"You can beg better than that," Mercer chided. The hand holding her breast pinched her nipple through her dress, the nails almost piercing the sensitive skin. If not for her thick cloth, Ingun had no doubt she would be bleeding.