Cold, dim, dank, foul. I could go on and on with words to describe the bleakness of the dreadfort. The bodies of Ramsay’s toys lined the exterior, maggots imbedded in there fat and oxidizing muscles. The snow on the ground was as grey as the sky, the ice was as sharp as the tip of the bastards knife. And the wind bit just about as much as his pack of hounds. The walls all screamed RAMSAY RAMSAY RAMSAY, it was as though I could never escape him.
I was sent to this barren land a week ago, my own cowardly father sold me off to the bastard of Bolton. Evidently I was hand picked by the sadist himself, I was exactly what he wanted. Pale skin, green eyes, long curly brown hair, he wanted a woman who looked regal. He wanted someone who was visibly weak, helpless.
I knew my fate here, I was to be his perfect little girl and he my master. I was to show a blind eye to his unusual pleasures, I was going to have to accept that I am to be wed to a sociopath. I was going to have to tolerate being touched by his bloodied hands, I was going to have to learn to love and lust the man who repulses me most in this world.
“M’lady, Ramsay wants you in his chambers at once,” the small voice of the forgotten Iron Born brought me back from my depressed thoughts. “He said you’d need to be wearing that red dress that he likes, I-I am instructed to help you into it myself.”
“I guess there is no way out of this, is there?” I mutter softly, my gaze traveling directly to Ramsay’s window. A soft outline of him is seen through the snow and wind, I couldn’t even see his face but I knew he was smiling, I knew he was watching. Imagining the horror on my face as his dirty man slave touches my skin, see me in my purest state to get me ready for him. My unhappiness gives him the greatest pleasure the world has to offer.
I couldn’t say that anything I was about to do was pleasant, having a dirty man put you into your best dress. Having your guts squeezed in by a corset before you are wrapped in blood red satin. Reek was trying to be nice, averting his eyes. Trying to be as respectful as possible, but it was just too disturbing. The sight must have been humiliating. And humiliating is what my betrothed desired.
I swiftly walked to his door step, his chamber hidden high up in the tallest tower. People have said it’s so you can’t hear the screams, or you won’t see the carnage that’s dragged out of there week by week. But I knew it’s because he wanted people to think that, he wanted to be feared.
I reach the looming door, there it stood right in front of my face. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second as I exhaled. Bringing my hand up for a short knock on that retched door, quickly bringing that hand to my side.
“Is that my darling?” I heard his voice travel through the thick piece of oak, his footsteps echo through his chamber as he lumbers to the door.
“Yes, my lord. Reek tells me you wanted to see me,” I look to the floor as the door creaks open, my green eyes shadowed by my dark curly hair.
“Darling girl, I want you to look at me when you speak. Those pretty eyes should be shown with pride.” His hands pull me into his dark room. “Now, my love. Have you guessed why you are joining me tonight?”
My eyes locked with his as he plopped down in the large wooden chair by his window, his ice colored eyes were seeping into me waiting for my answer.
“I’m guessing I am here for your amusement. Maybe even your pleasure.” My confidence started to return as I walked closer to him. My hips swaying, a smile on my face. “My lord, you don’t squeeze me into this dress because you like the dress. It’s because you like me in this dress.”
His smirk grew as I played into his little games. I could see his wheels turning as I talked, his cool eyes glazing over my form before quickly going back to my eyes. I knew he wanted me to notice ever stare he gave my rack. Every glance he gave my delicate frame he wanted me to notice.
“You are getting smarter as time passes, you are starting to figure me out.” He stands up, getting very close to me. His chest touching mine as he walks me into the wall. Sandwiching me in between him and that cold cold stone. “I want you, my love. I want that dress off you right now, I want to see exactly what my bride-to-be’s wedding gift is to me.”
His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned down to talk to me, as his body towers over mine. His rough voice, his cold drawl, makes me shiver. “My lord, don’t you want to wait and see. We get married in a moon, can you be patient?” I look up into his eyes, our noses brush. That’s just how close we were, one wrong move and our lips would be glued.
“Y/N, don’t deny me what I want. I don’t want to have to take it the hard way, you don’t want me to take it the hard way.” He was very harsh in his tone of speech.
I nod slowly as he takes my wrists and holds them above my head, moving his lips to my neck and pecks butterfly kisses along my collar bone up to my jawline. His teeth graze against my neck slowly and teasingly. “Is this the easy way? Am I giving you what you want?” My voice is so demure it almost surprises me.
“Why don’t you help me take off that dress? I don’t wanna tear it, you look so beautiful wearing it.” His voice has a tinge of demand spun through it, his dark side peaking through the facade of tranquility.
“As you wish, my lord,” I stayed as quiet as I could, I kept as submissive as possible. And honestly, I kind of liked being treated like this by him. It gave me this rush like nothing else.
My hands unlaced the front of my blood red dress, exposing the bone-white corset underneath. The red satin slips off my shoulders onto the cold stone floor. Leaving me in nothing but my corset and shift.
“My my, you look down right ravishing. Look how thin you are darling, you are so perfect.” His compliments make me blush as his ice cold eyes look me up and down. Like he was trying to scan a perfect mental picture of my body into his mind.
“My lord, can I kiss you?” I ask in a soft tone of voice. My hands cautiously reach up to touch his chest, pressing myself against his cold leather vest.
He doesn’t even answer, only taking his hand and reaching the back of my neck. Pulling my face close to his and pushing his lips on mine. The feeling can only be described as bliss, harsh bliss. His cold lips captured mine in such a way that made me weak at the knees. My arms wrapping around his neck as it became more heated, my chest flush with his, my toes straining to keep pointed to continue reaching his lips. He pulls away slowly, a sly smile resting on his lips. My cheeks were flushed red as he looks down on me with primal lust.
“Did you like that?” His voice was cold and playful all at the same time. The intonation reminded me of how a father talks to a naughty child, and for some reason that started a fire in my core like nothing else. I liked being talked down to by him.
“Yes, I loved it,” the words came out breathy and labored as I was so worked up by what he was doing to me.
“I’m glad you’ve given in, I didn’t want to have to hurt you. You are far too delicate and pretty, I only ever wanted to bruise you slightly. Maybe draw a little blood. But nothing like what would have happened if you rejected my pursuits.” His hands capture my small waist in a tight grip and reattaches his lips to mine. His teeth grazing my soft bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he pulls back. Leaving me in a state of arousal, letting out small whimpers in return for his hot kisses.
I feel his large hands travel across my back to the laces of my corset, his nimble fingers undoing every knot in the way of him seeing my milky white skin.
“My lord, why don’t you just cut it off me. Don’t be nervous to be rough with me. I’m fully prepared for you, I’m not afraid of a little blood.” My words seemed so unnatural to me, yet it made my betrothed tick like a clock.
“If you say so, my dear.” His eyes are extremely giddy as he takes his hunting knife from his belt. Unsheathing it from its leather casing, revealing cool metal that has pierced so many. “Now, turn around and bend over the bed.”
I nod like a good little girl and bend over his bed, my ass sticking up in the air. Waiting for him to do as he pleases. I hear his dark chuckle magnify through the room, his feet stop as I feel his body look over mine. I don’t dare look back, nor do I have the desire to. I trusted him in an odd way at the moment, I knew he didn’t want me dead. So I let him play, I let him continue with his game.
I felt the cool metal of the blade touch my skin above the ties of my corset. The leather threads snapping as he slowly leads the knife downward. “My goodness, aren’t you a pretty one. You just keep getting more and more absurdly beautiful as my night goes on.” He continues to cut off the corset, tearing my shift off with it. Leaving me completely bare to him.
“C-can I…. help you take your clothes off now?” My confidence wavered as I spit out that sentence. It was so muted, yet I knew he heard me, because I could hear a slight groan in his voice. A deep, strained groan of pleasure. So powerful yet so silent.
“If you desire to, my love.” I turn over, standing up straight in front of him. His height towering over me, his eyes look down to reach mine.
My hands untie the knots on his doublet ever so carefully, my eyes almost never leaving his. I was far too enamored by the looks he was tossing my way. I pull the vest off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare for me in all it’s glory.
I smile widely at him, as I was so impressed with his physique. Honestly, his body was my new found obsession. That pale white skin draping over all the rock hard muscle. He was as perfect as perfect got, at the moment at least. “Go on, don’t tease me. I don’t like it when naughty little girls tease their beloved. You don’t want me to have to spank you, do you?” His voice was so teasing, yet still instilled me to keep going. For fear that spanking would turn into much worse.
I unbuckle the heavy belt that lay at his waist, untying the front of his pants. I closed my eyes until I knew ‘it’ was in sight, and what I saw was something that both intrigued me yet scared me out of my mind. “My lord, you’re… big.” I couldn’t believe that those words were leaving my mouth. I couldn’t believe that I was on my knees with the cock of Ramsay Bolton in my face on my own accord.
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle it? I don’t wanna rip you up down their in our first go.” He chuckles at the end, kicking off his pants and taking my hands. Roughly pulling me up and pushing our nude bodies against each other, my chest flush with his own.
“I’ll handle it, I’m a big girl. I think I can find my way around a cock.” I look right into his eyes as I said it, a soft flush covering my cheeks. Not that it would be noticeable in the soft Fire lite room. With that I leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Biting his lip as I reached down and grabbed his now fully erect cock, pulling away from his lips sharply. My teeth leaving with a bloody lip and a sick grin on his face. His bright white teeth shine against the firelight.
“You little vixen,” is all he mumbles before grabbing my ass and lifting me up. Rushing me across the room as we kiss passionately, our lips never leaving each other. He tosses me to the bed with a thud, leaving me a sprawled mess upon his many furs. My hair laying out beneath me, my skin shining white in the moon light from the window that poured across his bed. I spread my legs slowly as he crawls onto the bed, his hips meeting mine as he pins me against the mattress.
I lean my head up and lay soft kisses against the bones in his neck, those bulging veins that stick out when he’s tense. “What are you waiting for, master?” I mutter in his ear. My lips trailing up to his, my teeth taking his bottom lip harshly.
With that, he plunged deep into me. Taking my virtue swiftly, which honestly hurt like nothing else. I couldn’t help but scream his name out as loud as I could. His thrusts are deep, powerful, and experienced. They just kept coming and coming in powerful waves, seeming like they were never going to end.
“You still think you can take it all? You daft little girl, somebody needed to tame that wild hair in you. You better thank god I found it charming.” Ramsay’s voice was slightly strained as he thrust inwards while speaking.
“What? You think I can’t take anymore? You think you tamed me? Ha! It’s gonna take quiet a bit more to tame me Lord Bolton.” My breath heavy and my words hushed as I whispered them in his ear. Nipping the lobe slowly as I pulled back. My eyes locking with his yet again.
He groans with pleasure and pulls out harshly, flipping me over onto my stomach. Forcefully pulling my ass up in the air, giving it a harsh thwack as he goes along. “You wanna tease me more? I should say that it would be wise to leave it at this.” He warns, spanking me even harder this time. A little squeal leaves my lips.
“Just fuck me already! Please Ramsay.” I cry out, my voice full of lust. “I need you!”
He plows into me at full speed, groaning loudly. Fucking me for the second time, making sure I was well fucked.
As time goes on his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, I can feel he’s getting closer to release. My body trembling with anticipation, my own orgasm close on its way.
“Get ready, girl. I’m about to spill,” Ramsay’s voice is hoarse and his hands grip my hips as tight as he can. Pulling my body against his as he spills his seed deep inside of my body. Triggering my own orgasm.
“OH RAMSAY!” I scream out, collapsing against the bed as my climax subsides.
His body falls next to mine and he looks over at me with a huge smile on his face. I smile back and curl up with my head on his chest, kissing his pecks up to his neck. His breath was still so erratic and heavy, it turned me on yet again.
“Oh my dear wife, I don’t think I will ever get bored of you.” Were the last words he breathed out before he fell into a deep sleep. My eyes closing slowly as I fell asleep to the sound of his heart.
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