It had been a long day at work, yet you got off early . You were dead on your feet. Your body ached and your head hurt like crazy. Slowly you drug yourself up to your front door and placed the key in the lock.
Loud, excited barks sounded on the other side of the door as the lock clicked back. You braced yourself for the shower of tongues and dog breath you were about to recieve on the other side of this door.
With a deep breath you pushed the door open. As you had expected, Kira and Willow all but bowled you over as you slipped inside.
The two large, black dogs whimpered and pranced excitedly as you stooped down to embrace them.
"Where's daddy?" You cooed, standing up right and looking around.
The house was empty. You frowned, walking into the kitchen and flipping on the light switch.
A hasty, blood stained note on the door of the refrigerator. You leaned into it to see Ramsay's messy scrawl,
"Baby girl, going to be late this evening. Funny story. I will treat you to dinner tomorrow night. Sorry about the paper, was all I could find… I love you."
You took the paper off the fridge and crumpled it up. This whole mob thing was getting old.
Sure, you loved the money your husband brought home. Yeah, you were an expert at getting blood stains out of all kinds of things. From clothes to car upholstery. But Ramsay enjoyed it too much.
Sometimes he was reckless. You were sure the damn FBI were watching, waiting.
You had become almost as good at sutures as any doctor. But it hurt you to have to dig bullets out of your husband, tend to his scrapes and gashes, and see him in pain.
Not that the pain ever stopped him from giving you anything you wanted. He practically worshipped the ground you walked on. You were his obsession.
It had started three years ago, on a rainy, halloween night, at the bar you worked at. The alcohol was flowing, the patrons were having the time of their lives, and you were rolling in tips.
You had dressed up as a "sexy fox" when a man took a seat in front of you at the counter. He had dressed like a 30s mobster, and those big blue eyes caught yours immediately. After a couple drinks he tipped you handsomely, leaving his number.
As soon as the bar had closed up you text the number and the rest was history.
Finding out he was part of a big organized crime family, well, it somehow didn't come as a horrifying shock. You loved him. Maybe that made you a freak, but he never hurt you. Unless you asked him to, of course.
Whenever you had a problem or someone upset you… well, it wouldn't ever happen again.
He called you his baby girl. His diamond. His gem. And he spoiled the shit out of you. The police department and general public called him the "bloodbath psycho" on the news and in the papers, though they had no idea who he was. But to you, he was your lover. Your protector. Your world. But you knew that if you ever even thought about leaving, you'd be as dead as that man who grabbed your ass at the bar you still worked at.
Ramsay was a jealous guy. He had his men keep tabs on you. He didn't like anyone to talk to, much lesstouchhis property. Sure, maybe it wasn't healthy, and maybe he was overly possessive, but in his own fucked up way he loved you and kept you happy.
You looked around the empty house. It was spotless, other than dishes in the sink. Ramsay was a clean freak. Everything had to be clean, HIS way or he would go off on a tangent. His obsession with cleanliness is what made him good at his job. Never a shred of evidence. And by having you keep your job and lead a normal life, no one was none the wiser.
You let the dogs out back, and returned to the kitchen. You plugged your phone in the speaker on the counter and began to fill the sink with hot water, going a little overboard on the bubbles, because why the fuck not?
You had managed to wash a couple of cups before getting sidetracked, watching the dogs wrestle in the dark yard. But you weren't really watching. You were lost in thought. You didn't get nearly as many tips as you had wanted. Maybe that was Ramsay's fault.
Sometimes you thought he purposely made sure you didn't make enough money, so he could be your crutch. But, it had been a slow day. It was only Wednesday. Only the regulars had been in this evening. But there was an even bigger piece of information grabbing at your throat, that made you a bit uneasy.
Hands on your hips made you jump, giving a small gasp as Ramsay slouched slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back into him.
"You scared the shit out of me." You whispered, giving him a side long glance.
He smirked and nipped your ear. "I know, babydoll. What were you so lost in thought about?"
"Nothing." You replied casually.
"Mmm, baby, you know better than to lie to me." He purred, taking your earlobe between his teeth and biting down gently.
You made a small noise, pushing back into him more.
"Just not happy with what I made tonight."
Ramsay pulled away from you, releasing his hands from your hips. You turned around to face him, leaning against the sink.
"And how much would make you happy?" He asked, crossing his arms and quirking a brow.
You shrugged, turning back to finish the dishes.
Ramsay cleared his throat. You had upset him. But, he had upset you too. He had promised dinner tonight, and he didn't deliver. Maybe you were a spoiled brat, but it hurt your feelings. You had been looking forward to it for two days. You even took off work early.
"You're mad." He said simply.
You placed a clean knife in the strainer. "Yes," You replied curtly.
"Well, I wasn't happy about canceling my plans with you. But it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up."
"Mmm." You huffed sourly.
Ramsay tutted and pulled you towards him.
"Tomorrow."
"Which is not today." You said pouting.
Ramsay took your soapy hands into his and gave a small smirk. He pulled his hand away, now soapy as well and wiped soap on the end of your nose.
"And what could master do to make it up to his good little girl?" He growled in a husky voice.
You melted into him, wiping your soapy hand across his cheek and giving a sly grin. "I don't know. I've been such a good girl lately, but I haven't been rewarded with anything. It's hurting me."
You slid your wet hands up Ramsay's shirt and clawing at his soft skin.
Ramsay clashed his mouth with yours, grabbing your ass and squeezing almost painfully hard.
"Your attitude doesn't really warrant a reward, little pet." He murmured against your lips.
"Please, baby?" You whimpered, pouting again.
Ramsay took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled roughly. You whimpered again, feeling desire twist up in your stomach and warmth spread between your legs. You slid your hands from his chest to his belt buckle.
"Maybe after I'm done with your punishment. How do you want to be punished?" Ramsay whispered, a gleam in his deep blue eyes.
"Would a spanking be enough?" You asked looking up at him innocently through your lashes, fumbling with his belt buckle.
"A spanking? No, baby girl. Needs to be more than that, or the lesson won't sink in."
You smirked, "Maybe I don't want the lesson to sink in."
Ramsay raised his brows and swept his eyes over you. He pulled away from you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen table. He all but tore your skimpy blouse away, and hastily unlatched your bra, throwing it aside.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he took you in. "Pants off." He demanded.
You did as you were told. You kicked your pants aside and slid your thong slowly down your legs.
"Bend over the table." He panted, pulling his belt off.
Again, you did as you were told. Slightly afraid of what was to come next.
Sometimes he hurt you more than you found enjoyable. He had a malicious twinkle in his eyes that made you afraid that tonight would be one of those nights where he was a bit too rough. You loved the kink and the things he did to you. It was such a rush, but sometimes he could get carried away.
You drew in a sharp breath as you felt his hand rest against the bare flesh of your ass, ready for the belt to come into contact.
"Count every other one, baby doll. If you can get to ten without faltering I'll make the hurt go away." Ramsay said, grabbing your hip tightly, to hold you steady.
"Yes sir." You said clenching your teeth and closing your eyes tightly.
The first strike fell, making you gasp.
"One." You breathed, clutching the edge of the table until your knuckles were white.
You gasped through every lash against your skin. It was hot and raw. Each time the belt came into contact with you a deeper ache formed.
"Ni-nine." You managed to get out, trying to hold back tears. "Ramsay, please. You're hurting me."
He ignored you. You clenched your jaw and swallowed the cry forcing to escape you as the final lash fell.
"Ten!" You cried out, feeling your body shake as your knees weakened from relief.
Ramsay cast the belt aside, and dropped to his knees, kissing along the welts he had made. Slowly he ran his fingers along each raised bit of skin. You gave a sigh and relaxed your body against the table.
Ramsay gently ran his hands all over your body and kissed up the curve of your back. He pulled away from you, running his finger back down along your spine.
"Turn around." He breathed, pulling his shirt off.
You pushed yourself up off the table and turned to face your husband. He picked you up and sat you on the edge of the table. The cool surface felt so good against the burning skin on your ass.
You spread your legs, pulling Ramsay into you and kissing him deeply.
"You won't get an attitude with me anymore?" He asked, trailing a finger up your thigh.
"No sir. Unless you ask me to." You murmured, closing your eyes and relaxing your body completely as his fingers danced ever closer to your entrance.
"Good girl." He growled, kissing along your jaw and down your neck.
You heaved a sigh as he took your sensitive flesh between his teeth and worried a spot on your neck. You snaked your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair as he slid a finger inside you, making a noise in the back of his throat.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you enjoyed being spanked." He whispered, spreading your wetness around. His hot breath on your ear making you shiver as your cheeks flushed.
"I'd be even more wet for you if you let me hurt you." You panted out, as he inserted another finger.
"And how could you possibly hurt me, baby girl?" He coaxed, curling his fingers.
You let a grin form, removing your fingers from his hair and wrapping them around him, under his arms.
"Like this." You whispered, kissing him deeply and digging your freshly manicured stiletto nails into his back.
He made a noise deep in his throat and kissed you harder, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You opened your mouth under his and moaned into his mouth as his free hand brushed over your breasts.
He grabbed one breast firmly, pulling and twisting on your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
You arched your back and shifted on the table, pulling him closer into you. The ache between you legs almost painful as he continued to tease you with his fingers.
You explored his mouth with your tongue, not bothering to keep your teeth from clashing with his. Small noises escaped you as your chest rose and fell rapidly.
Ramsay pulled away from you and removed his fingers from you. He spread the clear, stickiness between his fingers, wiping them across your lips. Slowly you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, tasting yourself.
He watched you closely through narrowed eyes. You stared back, seeing a fire burn behind the glittering orbs. He sucked his fingers clean and stepped back into you, roughly taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
"I wanna feel the walls shake." You purred when he released your lip, kissing down your neck again.
"I don't know if you're ready for that, baby girl." He murmured, kissing down your chest. His hot breathing giving you chills as he ghosted his lips across your nipple before nipping lightly.
Your breath hitched and you gripped his hair as he traveled further down your body. Clutching the edge of the table he lowered himself to his knees between your legs.
Your heart hammered in your chest. It had been too long since he had been like this between your legs. He had been so busy lately, as had you, and by the time both of you were naked it had been sloppy, half hearted sex.
You mewled as he slowly moved his bottom lip over your sensitive spot, sending a warm tingle through every inch of you. Your breathing coming more rapid and labored as he kissed over you folds, before finally parting you with his tongue.
You arched your back and moaned, laying back on the table, shifting to allow him better access.
He gripped your thighs in his rough hands and humming against you as he lapped up your wetness.
"Oh baby. How could you let me forget how good you taste?" He murmured, burying his tongue deeper inside you.
The rest of the world seemed to fall away as every particle inside you screamed for your release.
"Ram-ra…" You panted, clutching at his hair to pull him up.
You felt him smirk against you as he grabbed your hands and pulled them away from him, holding them down at your side's.
"Baby, please. I… i can't…" You whimpered as your body began to seize up.
Ramsay pulled away from you, his evil grin in place as he looked up at you. You looked back at him through heavy lidded eyes, your chest rising and falling.
"You better slow down. You're not getting out of this so easy. I went through enough hell to get home to you tonight. You don't get to cum until I tell you that you can. We don't want to be punished again, do we?" He said in a husky growl.
"Fuck me. Break this table. I don't care. I need to feel you." You begged, biting your bottom lip.
His face softened slightly and he rose from his knees, unbuttoning his pants.
"Up." He said, pushing his pants down.
Slowly you slid off the table. He grabbed your hip in a painful grip and pulled you into him as he stepped out of his pants. He pushed you up against the wall, biting at your neck as he pushed himself flush to you. You clutched at his hips, pulling him closer still as you felt his throbbing length against you.
He grabbed under your ass and made to lift you when his phone rang. You both stood still in mid action. You watched his eye give a twitch as he clenched his jaw. He pulled away from you, groping for his phone in his discarded pants.
"What?" He growled menacingly when he answered it.
You heard Yellow Dick's voice, or whatever his name was, on the other end.
'There's a cop out here poking his nose around shit.'
"So, kill him. I'm trying to fuck my wife. Do whatever needs to be done, you stupid cunt." Ramsay raged, hanging up and dropping his phone. He turned back to you.
You must have had an uncomfortable look of sorts on your face because he studied you for a long minute before cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.
"You're worried." He whispered in your ear, running his fingers down your side's.
"A bit." You replied shyly.
He grinned, "I won't let you bury me baby girl." He took your hand and pulled you through the dark house to your bedroom. He picked you up and dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you.
"Don't close your eyes." He said in a demanding tone.
That was always your weakness and it irked him. You always closed your eyes when you met your high. He complained it took away from his because he wasn't able to watch it happen.He couldn't see the moment your pupils blew in bliss.
You gave a small nod and gasped as he pushed himself roughly into you. You dug your nails in his side as you rolled your hips into his.
Every thrust came harder and deeper as you arched your back and clashed your hips with his, finding rhythm with him. His chest rose and fell with yours, and his body became sweaty and rigid.
He grabbed, kissed, and bit every inch of you he could without losing his perfect sync with you. Making deep noises from time to time as you dug your nails into him and pulled his hair.
You steadily grew louder with your noises as every movement built the anticipation of your high.
"Scream baby doll. Scream for me." He cooed in a throaty voice that almost sounded like a plea, as his rhythm fell out of step.
You took him in. You rarely ever heard that tone in his voice. It was as close as begging as you would ever get from him. It pushed you over the edge and you fought to look him in the eye was your body seized in pleasure and you let out a cry of pure adrenaline and ecstasy, pushing your body into his as hard as you could.
Ramsay let a smirk form as he let a deep guttural moan escape him, falling into you as he came inside of you. He buried his face in your neck, breathing shallowly.
Your chest rose and fell against his as you gently ran your nails over his back with one hand and curled the hair at the nape of his neck around the fingers of your free hand.
"Harder." He mumbled into the bed spread beneath you, wiping his sweaty hairline against the comforter.
You traced your nails harder over his back and felt him give a violent shiver and relax into you completely.
He laid like this on you for awhile longer before pushing himself up and sliding out of you.
He nipped at your neck and you pushed him away, giggling. He chuckled and rolled off of you with a satisfied sigh, lacing his fingers in yours.
You both laid there in silence for awhile, staring at the dark ceiling.
"Rams?" You whispered.
"Yes, baby girl?" He hummed back.
"I'm pregnant."