Chapter 8: Desires

Desire drove both of them as Lord Baelish's fingers found Sansa's sex. Pushing past her soaked black laced panties, he slowly circled her clit, making her release another moan. He could feel Sansa coming closer and closer to her release as he skillfully moved his fingers within, working her over. Sansa's breathing became heavy as Lord Baelish quickened his pace. Lord Baelish was completely unraveling Sansa, dominating her mouth with his as his fingers toyed with her pink button. She was more than ready for him, he knew, but he couldn't help but enjoy playing with her.

Just as Sansa thought she could take no more, Lord Baelish suddenly removed his hand, leaving her frustrated and wanton. Lord Baelish grabbed Sansa's waist and lifted her off his lap and up onto the large wooden dining table. Sansa was caught off guard by the sudden movements. She watched as he sat forward in his chair while he pressed her down on her back.

Lord Baelish guided Sansa's legs further apart as he trailed his fingers back up under her short dress and pulled her lacy black panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Sansa pushed herself up onto her forearms as her breathing started to settle. Gazing into his lust filled grey-green eyes, she noticed his smirk as he dropped his head under her dress and between her legs. Before she knew it, he was once again bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Her moans grew louder and louder as he proved that his tongue was just as skillful as his fingers.

Lord Baelish continued his defilement of Sansa, relishing every moan and incoherent mumbled word that fell from her lips. Sansa finally let go and fell into her orgasm. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She had never felt so high and free than in that moment. Lord Baelish gently kissed her inner thigh as he rose from his chair, towering over Sansa. Leaning into her on the table, he kissed her now trembling lips. She could taste herself on him as he deepened their kiss and his grip on Sansa's waist tightened as he leaned further into her.

Sansa moved her hands to Lord Baelish's collar as their kiss continued. She slowly pushed his black blazer down his firm shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before working on each button of his shirt. Her hands trembled as she undid button after button. Lord Baelish didn't stop her, letting her continue until his shirt fell from him and dropped to the floor with the rest of the cloths. He relinquished their sultry kiss as his lips began their descent down her chin and onto her neck, running his tongue over his mark in exult over what he had done.

Sansa couldn't help but release another moan as Lord Baelish suckled the plus point on her neck. Roughly, Lord Baelish pulled Sansa upright so she was sitting on the edge of the table as he pulled his face back and gazed down into her now darkened eyes. He knew she was more than ready for him. The scent of her arousal filled the air around them.

Shifting slightly, Lord Baelish lowered his hands and continued undressing. Sansa took in the sight of his bare chest as he teasingly undid the top button of his trousers. Sansa's eyes lingered over the know faint scar that traveled from navel to collarbone. This was the injury he had told her about in his long ago tale. Sansa leaned into Lord Baelish, placing a kiss at the top of his scar and following it all the way down to his navel.

She thought of what Lord Baelish had done to her, the pleasure he had obliged her with and wondered if she could entice the same pleasure out of him? Instinctively, Sansa took charge, placing a firm hand on Lord Baelish's chest and pushed him back down into the chair as she hopped off the table. Keeping her hand on his chest, she leaned as close as she could into him, pulling him into a long and heated kiss. Taking a short step back, Sansa placed a smirk on her pretty face.

"Don't move." She told him in the most seductive tone she could muster.

Lord Baelish sat back in the chair as he watched Sansa shed her dress and lacy black bra. She then proceeded to slip off her black pumps and stood inches from his reach, naked as the day she was born.

"Breathtaking, sweetling." Lord Baelish breathed softly as his grey-green eyes lingered over her flawless skin.

Giving Lord Baelish a final mischievous smirk, Sansa leaned into him once more, giving him a lingering kiss before trailing it down his chest. Sansa slowly dropped to her knees without taking her sapphire eyes off his grey-green ones and continued to kiss down his chest as her hands shuffled his trousers off him, leaving him as bare as she was. Taking him in hand, she began to slowly stroke his impressive length, watching him quickly take a sharp breath. With a growing desire to coax more noise from him, Sansa leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the top of his member. She savored the hissing sound Lord Baelish made as she kissed him. Slowly, she eased his length into her mouth, guiding her tongue over him. Lord Baelish couldn't help but groan loudly as Sansa increased her pace.

"Gods, Sansa." Lord Baelish finally breathed out, unable to contain himself. He could feel himself coming closer and closer to his peak. Sansa could sense that he was close, and she quickly retreated, pushing herself up on her heels and deeply kissed him once more.

Lord Baelish, having had enough, pulled her up and onto his lap. Sansa straddled him in the chair as he lined his member with her dripping wet sex and slowly eased himself into her. Sansa gripped Lord Baelish's shoulders as he entered her, forcing yet another moan from her lips. Lord Baelish gripped her waist and lowered his hands until they reached around her perfect ass as he guided her up and down his member. The pace was slow at first but increased with each powerful thrust. Intoxicated by each other, Lord Baelish pushed himself deeper and deeper into Sansa, both panting in time with their movements. Lord Baelish wrapped his arms tightly around Sansa, lifting her as he stood from his chair and laid her back down onto the table before them. Climbing a top her, he trailed kisses all over her body as he continued to thrust within her. Lord Baelish's mouth trailed her body until they found her hardening nipples. He took a bud into his mouth and sucked hard and could feel Sansa's whole body tense the closer she came to her climax.

"Lo…lord…Bae…" Sansa muttered between moans. Hearing what she was attempting to utter, Lord Baelish bit down on her nipple, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Petyr!" Sansa yelled as she felt his teeth against her already sensitive nipple.

"I warned you, sweetling." Lord Baelish smirked after he lightly licked her now red nipple and moved up to place a smug kiss on her lips once more.

Lord Baelish quickened his pace as he moved within Sansa. He could tell she was close, and he knew he wasn't much further behind her. Just as Sansa was about to come, Lord Baelish found his mark once more on her neck and bit down hard, re-opening her vain for him to feast upon.

Sansa experienced everything at once. The rising pleasure from her orgasm, and the intense pain from Lord Baelish's bite. Sansa couldn't help but yell out incoherently as she rode out her orgasm and pain, and at the same time having never experienced anything like this before. She could feel Lord Baelish follow soon after as he continued to suckle at her throat. His hot seed spilled inside of her as her warm blood trailed down her neck. Sansa found herself overcome by the intensity of everything.

Lord Baelish lavished the warm blood flowing from Sansa's neck as he finally found his release, spilling himself inside her. He gave a few final thrusts before slowing his pace and lying atop her. Both were panting heavily from their excerpts. Lord Baelish ran his tongue over Sansa's throat, licking the remaining blood from her. When he finished, he wrapped his arms tightly around Sansa's waist once more and rolled onto his back, shifting Sansa to straddle him.

Sansa giggled as she found herself on top. She noticed a smear of her blood on the corner of his mouth. Curious, she leaned down to kiss him, tasting the metallic tang of her blood on his lips.

"Sweetling?" Lord Baelish questioned softly.

"Hmmm?" Sansa murmured contently.

"How would you like to experience something sensational?" He asked as he lifted his hand and ran a finger lightly across her plump lips.

"Funny, I thought I just did!" Sansa replied playfully.

"Oh, now that was sensational to say the least, my love. However, I have something else in mind." Lord Baelish smiled, but Sansa noticed that his grey-green eyes did not smile with his mouth.

As Sansa stared into Lord Baelish's lust filled eyes, she could feel him growing hard again beneath her. Encouraged, she positioned herself atop him as she slowly started to rock herself back and forth. Lord Baelish lost his train of thought as Sansa moved against him, closing his eyes and following her lead. He moved in time with her every motion.

"You were saying?" Sansa asked in a teasing manner with a growing smirk on her lips, rocking her hips at a faster pace and already feeling the pressure rising within her.

"Something sensational." Lord Baelish moaned as his hands gripped Sansa's hips and began pushing himself deeper into her.

Sansa watched as he removed his right hand from her waist. With his middle finger, he ran his nail down his chest, creating a small cut. Sansa licked her lips as she saw his blood surface on his chest, beginning to pool slightly.

"Drink, sweetling." Lord Baelish tempted her.

"Will I…" She began, but was interrupted when Lord Baelish suddenly thrusted himself harder into her, forcing a loud moan from her and leaving her question unfinished.

"No, sweetling. Just drink." Lord Baelish answered her unasked question as he continued to trust deeper and harder into her.

Feeling herself once again on the brink of another orgasm, Sansa leaned down as Lord Baelish continued his assault on her. She licked her lips once more as she placed them over his bleeding wound and licked the pool of blood around it before drinking from his chest.

"It is only a taste, my love." Lord Baelish promised.