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ramsayxme · 5 months

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

Chapter Four

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ramsayxme · 5 months

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Lord Bolton

"'Let's play a game. Which body part do you need the least?"

You groan and open your eyes, quickly realizing you are strapped to a wooden X. There is a man standing in front of you. His black curly hair drooped over his forehead. His eyes are icy, and his sharp teeth curl into a grin. In his hand, he holds a flaying knife.

"Well, well, well, look who is finally awake. And right on cue! Are you going to beg me to let you go?" He coos. His eyes scan your body, which is barely covered by a thin white cloth wrapped around your curves. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. You are hit with a pang of fear, radiating through your gut and throat. "Where am I?" You ask, hoarsely. Your head starts rolling around, trying to find some sort of hint to where you are.

The man steps forward and grabs your chin, tilting your head to face him. He licks his lips before grinning again. "You're in my keep. Did you think you could escape me that easily? I have taken a special interest in you." He drags the blade of his knife gently across your bare shoulder, snaking the blade underneath the white cloth hanging from your other shoulder. He grazes your collarbones and the blade disappears under the fabric, gently kissing your chest.

You grind your teeth together, trying to turn away from his grasp. You are able to dart your eyes around the room and remember your surroundings. You were being held captive by the Boltons at the Dreadfort. You use context clues to determine that this must be Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay. His eyes pierce into your soul as you bring your gaze back to him. "Leave me be. Let me go, Ramsay." You beg.

He shakes his head, his curls flop with his disappointed frown. He leans in close to you, his breath licking your cheek. "You are in no position to be making demands. The questions here are going to be asked by me, and the answers are going to be given by you. Now-" He takes a step back, holds his hands in front of him, and grins. He isn't far from you, but he has let go of your face. "Where were you going? You are mine, you know. I didn't say you could escape."

You spit. Your saliva hits him on the cheek, and he doesn't flinch as it slides down his face. He continues to grin, his eyes staring deep into you. "I'm not yours. I belong to no one." You hiss. His grin dies into a firm, gritted teeth scowl. His jaw muscles tense up as he uses the back of his hand to wipe your spit from his cheek. He steps forward and grabs your chin so hard that you yelp.

"Wrong answer." Escapes his clenched jaw. "Let's give that another try, shall we?" His grin appears again as he resumes his position, hands clasped in front of him. "Where. Were. You. Going?" He speaks to you as if you were a child, a slight coo in his voice.

His eyes dart back and forth from each of yours, his teeth grinding. His gaze is enough to force you to answer. "I don't know. I was running away. I don't want to be a prisoner." His eyes widen at your honesty. He cracks his knuckles before taking the step forward once again. His hand caresses your cheek, wiping away one of your tears.

"Well, you are a prisoner. I am your captor. A pretty thing like you belongs under the protection of a lord..." His eyes wander down your body, and you feel his gaze tracing down your midsection like fire. He leans in, and his fingertips make their way to your neck. He doesn't quite choke you, but his fingers dance around on your neckline. His lips are inches from your face as he whispers, "You're safe with me. Nobody will hurt you...except me of course!" His face rips into that sadistic grin, his eyes wide.

You turn your head, not wanting to look at his face. "I'd like to tie you up here instead, Ramsay." He is taken aback once again by your blunt statement. He chuckles as he examines you. "You're a brave girl. I know your type, you wildling whore. Except, you forgot one thing." He stepped even closer to you, his chest pressing against your body. His hand once again grabs your chin, and he forces you to meet his eyes. "I have the power here." He whispers. "You were captured and now, you are mine. The sooner you accept it, the sooner the pleasure begins. And you are to call me Lord Bolton" Without missing a beat, his lips crash into yours. His hand quickly makes its way to the nape of your neck where he grabs a fistful of your hair. Your head is now under his control, to swivel on his demand. He pulls your head to the side, giving him full access to your neck.

He begins kissing your neck, your exposed skin is so soft and gentle that he groans while sucking on it. He pulls your hair once again, making your head swivel back to face him. He begins kissing you passionately, pressing his chest into your body. You give in and begin kissing him back. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can feel your body reacting to his passion. Your mind knows he is evil, but your body is enjoying his control.

You hate this feeling. The next moment, you bite down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He pulls away from you, eyes wild. He spits the blood out onto the floor of the keep and looks back at you. "You're a feisty whore. Did you enjoy that kiss? I know you did."

He leans forward to kiss you again, but before his lips can meet yours, you scream. "Get off of me!" You begin thrashing around, lurching your body forward, trying to loosen the grip his chains have on you. Although you are being constrained on the wooden X, you do make quite the clatter from your struggle.

Ramsay laughs and pushes your back into the wood with both of his hands on your hips. Your lower back aching as it is slammed into the wood. "Terrible attempt! I am going to enjoy every moment of this." He forces another kiss on your lips. His mouth tastes like blood. Before you can turn away, his hand finds your neck. He wraps his hand around your throat and keeps your head steady. "You are going to learn to enjoy this." He groans into your mouth.

"If you want me to enjoy this, take me down from here. I can't stay up here." You had intended for it to come out as a demand, but it came out more like a whine since his hand was around your throat so tightly. He stops kissing you and leans back just enough to be able to look at you. His eyes are wide, full of wild energy.

"Are you trying to manipulate me? Pretty girl, you should know that your word doesn't matter in here. You do not give orders in my keep." He exhales a sigh as his free hand makes its way up your leg, traveling towards your inner thigh. His hand disappears under the fabric. You stare at him, trying to disguise your anger. Maybe if you play into his game, he will let you down. Your body was aching to be let loose. Plus... maybe if you were not in such an uncomfortable position, maybe you COULD enjoy what he was going to do to you. You knew it was going to happen regardless.

His hand reaches your inner thigh, just inches away from your sensitive parts. You feel yourself twitching for a touch, aching for his hand to find its way... What were you thinking?! This man was evil. You tried to control your thoughts. Ramsay is still so close to her face, his breathing is controlled and calm.

You stretch forward and initiate a kiss. Your lips slam into his. Ramsay inhales sharply through his nose. You are proud of yourself for catching him off guard. His breathing turns heavy as you kiss him. His hand starts inching up your thigh, so close to your crotch. You can tell that you are dripping wet from the warmth that is radiating from your pussy. You continue kissing him, releasing little moans into his mouth. Ramsay breaks off the kiss and whispers. "Perhaps I should give you a little taste of what will happen if I take you off of this X."

You nod slowly, not quite sure of what he means. He drops to his knees, and you inhale sharply. Oh. Gods. He looks up at you as he slowly leans forward, his mouth about to meet your folds. He is breathing slowly and carefully, you can feel his breath licking your inner thighs. You lean your head back and prepare yourself to feel his tongue on you.

You hear Ramsay shuffling in his cloak, and you open your eyes to see him standing in front of you. Your brow furrows as you realize you are not about to be licked like you had prepared for. "Disappointed?" He teases. "Please Ramsay-"

You didn't mean to answer him, but the pleading just escaped your mouth on its own. His eyes widened. "Ah." He grinned. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy my game. Call me Lord Bolton and I will keep playing." You shake your head. You don't want to recognize him as your Lord. He chuckles, enjoying their interaction. "Alright then." He spins on his heels and you realize he is about to leave the keep. Your eyes widen, realizing that your body is aching for him. You want him to stay. You want him to continue. "Wait!"

Your shout was louder than you expected, echoing in the cold room. Ramsay stops in his tracks. "Yes?" He coos, not even turning around. You know he is grinning without having to see his face. Your mind raced as you thought of what to say, how to keep him interested.

"Don't you want a real challenge?" You begin. "You only won because I am tied up here. Don't you want a real reward? It's no reward when I am like this...It makes it easy on you. Let me down and I can show you what a real challenge can feel like... A real reward for you."

Ramsay doesn't answer right away, and he just stands there for what feels like minutes. He slowly turns around and gives your body a scan from bottom to top. "Hmm." He cocks his head to the side. You feel your body tensing, begging for his touch to come back. "I like your attitude, girl." He begins stepping towards you. You feel relief as you realize that your plan worked. He starts to untie you.

Suddenly, you fall to the ground. You let out a scream as your body adjusts to being free again. Your knees ache from hitting the keep's floor, but you are thankful to have the ability to move around. You look up at Ramsay as he stands over you. He chuckles as he grabs your wrists and yanks you to your feet. You feel like you can't walk, your legs are weak from the X and...also from the begging feeling between them.

You stumble into Ramsay as you stand. His strong arms wrap around you. You look at him, his face gentle as soft, which is different. You decide to make your move. You run your fingers through his curly hair and give him a slight tug when you reach the nape of his neck. You hold the sides of his face and kiss him with passion. Ramsay kisses you back, his hands pulling at the fabric that is covering you.

"That's it. Take what you want." He kisses you harder, his mouth rough and demanding. His teeth nibble into your lower lip. He shoves his tongue deep into your mouth. You take a risk, one of your hands snakes around his chest and wraps around his throat. You gently choke Ramsay. He groans into your kisses, and his hands grip your hips. "You're feisty. I like that. I will have to teach you a lesson, you wildling whore."

You pull back from the kiss and smack him hard across the face. You're even stunned by this, but Ramsay's eyes are wild with pleasure. "Do not call me a whore. I am not A whore. I am YOUR whore." You try to recover why you just smacked him. His cheek was red, and he was grinning. "Do it again." He demands.

You smack him hard on the other cheek, his cheeks both stinging red. You've unlocked something in him, you can feel his erection as he pushes his body closer to yours again. "That felt good." He groaned between his teeth. "I want you to try to hurt me." He pushes his face into yours for a kiss. You bite his bottom lip immediately and twist it in your teeth. "Ah!" He yells.

"Now we're talking." He chuckles as blood drips down his chin. He groans in arousal as you start biting his neck. "You're good at this." He pulls your face to meet his and starts kissing you. You decide to continue playing his game. "I want to hurt you. I want to please you. Is there a difference?" You wrap both of your hands firmly around Ramsay's neck. His eyes widen as you squeeze.

You can sense the fierce desire in his eyes as he bites his own lip. He hisses from the pain of biting his own wounded lip, "There is no difference at all. I want you to surrender to your every dark desire with me." You take a step back from Ramsay. You look him up and down. His erection is pressing against his trousers, and you notice his breathing is heavy. "Take off your shirt." You demand.

Ramsay raises an eyebrow and does as he is asked. "If you want to play this game, I am ready." He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. His pale, muscular body heaves with his breaths as he stares at you. His stare reminds you of the way a predator looks at their prey.

You step forward, running your fingers down his chest. You start to untie his trousers. "You want me to hurt you, My Lord? I will hurt you." He stares down at your hands undoing his laced pants, his cock pressing against the laces. "I like where this is headed." Ramsay groans. He looked back up at you with fierce eyes. He pushes you into the corner of the keep. There is a corner hidden away with pelts on the floor. He pushes you down, on your knees. He quickly finishes undoing his trousers and letting them drop to the floor with a clang. His knives fall to the floor with them.

His naked body now stands looming over you, his cock hard and begging to be touched. You reach your hand forward to wrap it around his throbbing cock, but he stops you with his hand grabbing your wrist. "Ah, ah, ah." He shakes his head. "Not so fast. I don't want you using your hands. Do you think you can please me with just your mouth?" He asks.

You feel a surge of adrenaline shoot through your body, eager to prove your worth. You finally push the fabric off your body, allowing it to pool at your knees, releasing your bare chest. You lean in forward, mouth open, ready to take in his cock. Your face is stopped by his hand grabbing your jaw. You peer up towards him, his face angry. "I asked you a question." He snarled. "Will you be able to please me with just your mouth? Or will I have to find someone better?"

You nodded, your mouth watering. You've never wanted to please someone so badly. You craved his cock in your throat. His grip on your jaw tightened. "Be a good talker for me. Answer me with words." You realized that a simple nod wouldn't be good enough. "Yes. Yes, My Lord. Let me please you." You whined. The desperation in your voice made Ramsay's cock twitch.

He let go of your jaw and put his hands behind his back. "Well then, let's see you try." He smiled and gently pushed his hips forward, bringing his hard cock to your lips. You eagerly began kissing the head, sloppy and wet. He moaned as you began flicking your tongue on the tip during the kisses. "Show me what a good girl you can be for me."

You were thrilled to be pleasing him, especially at your own pace. You began gently taking him in your mouth, slowly and passionately. You could hear him breathing heavily and grinding his teeth. You stopped to look up at him and tease him. You ran your teeth over his tip. You rubbed your puckered lips over the head of his cock, watching him look down at you. You expected him to moan and lurch his hips towards your face. Instead, his eyes turned wild and he grabbed your hair in his fists. "I'm growing impatient."

Ramsay pushes your head, shoving his whole cock into your mouth. It slides into your throat with ease, filling your mouth. You immediately gag and try to pull back, but his hands have a firm grip on your hair, forcing you to stay exactly where he wants. He lets out a loud groan as he manipulates your movements, making your head bob up and down on his entire length. Your body is rejecting such a sudden change, causing you to gag and sputter. He pulls out, his cock dripping with saliva. You gasp for air and drool all over yourself. He moves your hair out of the way and slaps his cock on your cheek.

He has a crazed expression in his eyes as he slowly lowers himself to the pelts, on his knees with you. He pulls the fabric that was once covering you into his hands. He wipes your face off, almost lovingly. "Take some deep breaths." He nods and smiles as he continues to wipe the wetness off your face, almost kindly. You feel like there is no way this is the same man that was just slamming his cock into your throat. You don't argue with him as you regain your breathing.

Ramsay puts one of his arms behind your back and slowly lowers you to lie down flat on your back. The pelts are surprisingly thick, cushioning you both from the cold floor of the keep. You feel hidden away with Ramsay, like you are in your secret world with him. The only light is from the flickering of the fire nearby. You take a moment to look at him. He is so handsome, his muscular arms are now on either side of your face, and you realize his body is between your legs. His curls fall perfectly as he looks down at you. His eyes are serious, but not looking evil at the moment. "I want to take your breath away once again, but in a different way." He whispers.

He balls up the fabric he was wiping your face with and places it underneath your hips, allowing your pussy to be just slightly raised, perfect for him to prepare to bury his face in. Your heart starts pounding as you prepare for him to finally please you. You feel like you've been waiting forever. You shut your eyes and you hear him chuckle. You can tell he is lying down on the pelts just below you, and he places his hands on your outer thighs. His curls tickle the skin on your inner thighs and you can feel his breath on your folds.

He starts kissing your inner thighs, immediately making you inhale sharply. "Gods, you are so wet and I haven't even touched you yet." He groans from between your legs. You're slightly embarrassed but can't help yourself. You can feel that you're soaked and warm. Your body has never ached for someone like this. His arms snake around your outer thighs, and his hands settle on your lower stomach, right above your crotch. He is holding you down firmly.

His tongue finally licks your pussy, gently and slowly. He starts burying his face in you. He is licking and sucking you perfectly and Gods does it feel good. His rhythm is steady as he moans into you. The vibrations from his moan cause you to tremble. His curls still tickling your inner thighs. He moves one hand away from your midsection and pulls your leg, opening your legs for him. You hadn't noticed you were already clenching your legs closed around his head. "Sorry, my lord." You groaned.

He didn't answer as he was swirling his tongue around you. You were moaning and arching your back. It's a good thing his other hand was holding you down or else you may have floated to the ceiling. The hand that was holding your leg moved to your pussy and he inserted two fingers into you. They slid in with ease, but they filled you up. Your body was aching for more. You sighed as he curled his fingers, finding your pleasure. You started grinding on his fingers as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you were on the brink of a climax already, your body had been aching for this. "Ramsay-" You moaned.

He pulled his face away from you and left you aching. He slid his fingers out and you groaned at the empty aching they left in you. He pulled the fabric out from under you and wiped his face off with it before throwing it aside. "Did you like that?" He coos as he lays next to you on the pelt. His cock is still hard and wet from your lips. You only nod and complain with whines. "Now, don't worry, I am not finished with you." He reads your mind.

He motions with his hand for you to come here. You carefully roll over, and sit on top of him. He is flat on his back and bends his knees, giving your back a bit of support. "Now that I know how badly you want me, I want you to fuck me." He says as he reaches up and caresses your breasts. "I'll allow you to take control here." He nods at you, giving you approval to start.

You start sliding your pussy over his hard cock, just gliding and teasing. It feels so good as it hits your clit and you can tell he wants you to put it inside. His hands find your hips and he squeezes your love handles. You whisper to him, "I am going to make you mine."

He softly smiles. "Happily, my lady." You reach down and guide his head into your pussy. Once it is past your lips, you know you can let go and let your body do the rest. You gently slide down onto his cock, and his jaw relaxes as he exhales "Fuck."

You let his cock fill you completely and you stay still, letting your body get used to the burning sensation from being stretched. "Kiss me," Ramsay demands, his eyes cloudy with pleasure. You lean forward and start kissing him passionately. Ramsay's tongue is in your mouth almost immediately, he is desperate for more. His hands move from your hips to your ass as he spreads you open, and starts thrusting his cock in and out of you. You bite his lip hard and pull away from the kiss. "I thought I was in charge, what are you doing?" You question him. You get a surge from being dominant over a man who is known to be in charge. He whines as he stops his thrusts. He wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you down on him. "I can't help myself."

You lock lips once again in a deep, passionate kiss. You sink your nails into his shoulder and he groans. He presses his lips against yours even more intensely. You begin the slow motions with your hips, letting his cock almost slide entirely out of you before plunging deeply back inside. Ramsay is in heaven. You feel wildly powerful.

His breathing becomes deeper as you pick up the pace, but still moving fairly slowly. You sit tall on his cock, and you reach your hands to his throat. You wrap both of your hands around his throat and push down, choking him into the pelt. His eyes shoot open and he smiles as you choke him. "Harder" He groans. You choke him harder as you start riding him even faster. You feel a wave of power come over you and you slap him across the face with one of your hands before returning it to his neck. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure. "Harder!" He barks.

You slap him again and start bouncing up and down on his cock. You are staring deep into his eyes. He wets his lips with his tongue and groans as you change the motion, now rocking back and forth on him. He digs his fingertips into your hips. "More! I am nearly there."

You are sweaty and growing tired. Your sore body can only take so much. He notices you slow and catch your breath. Ramsay chuckles and pulls you forward with his hands on your hips. "Don't you dare stop pleasing me. Please. Use your teeth while you catch your breath." He leans his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. "It feels so good." He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, wanting you to bite the skin where his neck and shoulder meet.

You lean forward and bite down on Ramsay's skin and you don't let go. You are drooling on his neck and he moans. He lifts you a bit with his arms, giving him the space so he can fuck you while you rest. He starts pumping in and out of you, but he can't thrust his full length from this position. You release your bite and start to roll, he follows and switches so he is on top of you. "Oh, you look so pretty like this." He coos as he watches your cheeks flush.

He uses his hands to hold himself up and he starts fucking you. It feels amazing. His cock fills you up perfectly, and you submit underneath him. He pumps hard and fast, but his eye contact does not break. "I could fuck you all day." He groans. You can feel your body approaching a climax.

"You're getting closer." He points it out. He can read your pleasure on your face. He keeps the pace and lowers his face, burying himself in your neck. He starts kissing your ear and you can hear his breath catch in his throat. "I want you to cum for me...but not yet" He whispers, his lips grazing over your ear. You feel the knot begin to tighten in your body. You are aching to release your orgasm. "Ramsay, please..." You begin to beg until he stops fucking you. His cock deep inside you, you cry out from the sudden lack of friction.

"Lord Bolton." He whispers. "Call me Lord Bolton and I will continue fucking you." You cry out, desperate for more. You start moving your hips underneath him in an attempt to keep the pleasure going. He slips out of you, unhappy with your reaction. "Do I have to ask a second time?" He asks through gritted teeth. The evil wickedness is back in his voice. You look at him, his eyes wildly scanning your face. "I hate asking a second time."

You desperately claw at his chest. "Lord Bolton! Lord Bolton!" He grins at your defeat. "Lord Bolton what?" He teases you with the head of his cock, slowly inserting it inside you. You growl at his cruel games.

"Lord Bolton, keep fucking me, ple-" He cuts you off by shoving his cock back inside you, it feels even better than before. You scream as he immediately starts fucking you so hard and fast. Your climax is about to spill over, and he knows it. He yanks your hair, causing your head to fall to the side. "You're mine." He breathes into your neck. You can't hold it back any longer. You begin to cum. Ramsay fucks you through your orgasm, his pace not changing despite your cries and moans. "I am nearly there." He groans. A few more pumps in and out and Ramsay's pace gets erratic. He moans as he shoves his cock into you deeply. He cums deep inside you, his hips bucking as he fills you up. His face is buried in your neck as he groans and catches his breath.

He regains his composure and pulls himself out of you. He flops down beside you and chuckles. "Gods, that was good." He is glistening with sweat and his chest heaves. You can't help but stare at him. His tongue wetting his lips, his Adam's apple lurchs when he swallows. His curls are wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His eyes stare at the ceiling, icy blue and returning to reality. He looks at you.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asks, his voice almost sweet, as if he truly cares to know. "Yes, Rams...Yes, Lord Bolton." You look at him, his lips curl into a grin when you call him that. "Good. You learn fast."

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