"Ramsay, I'm sorry!" You cried, rushing to put your clothes back on and running out into the hall behind him.
You tripped over the corner of a rug in the darkness. You fell, scraping your knee on the corner of a statue. You hissed in pain as you grabbed your knee. You felt the blood gushing from the deep gash. Ramsay was at your side almost immediately. He lifted you up and grabbed thewound in your knee. You whimpered in pain. "Stop. Please, you're hurting me."
Ramsay ignored you, but released your knee, licking the blood from his hand. He set you down and pinned you against the wall in the dark landing. He grabbed your throat, squeezing slightly.
You gasped, and tried to pry his hand from your neck. "I. Can't. Breath." You choked through strangled gasps.
Ramsay released you and stalked off. You sunk to the floor and began to cry. "You're a monster!" You screamed. "And you're a coward!"
Ramsay said nothing. You sniffed and found your way back to the room. Flipping the switch and flooding the room in light. Youfelt around in your bag until you found your jar of cream and wand. Using your wand you cleaned away the bood, then applied the cream to your knee. You watched the skin repair itself, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill again. With a sharp flick of your wand handthe lights turned off and you climbed back into the bed.
xxx
You awoke to Ramsay bringing in a breakfast try. He said nothing as he set the tray down and left. It bothered you, but you had nothing to say to him. You picked at the eggs and toast.
After finishing, you dressed and grabbed the news paper from your tray. You assumed breakfast, tea, and the newspaper where Ramsay's way of apologizing. You tucked the newspaper under your arm and left the room.
You could hear screaming from the hallway bellow. Your breakfast churned slightly as you ignored the screams and made your way to the den. The big, squashy armchair by the fire had become your favorite place in the dark manor.
You finished reading the newspaper, tossed it into the fire, and decided you would do some reading in the library on demons and the wendigo. You were gazing at the floor, and as you rounded the corner collided with Ramsay, who was slicked it blood. You gasped and pulled yourself from him.
"S-sorry." You said timidly, looking down at your ruined clothes.
"Something on your pretty little mind?" Ramsay chuckled, wiping his hands on the back of his pants. He placed a finger under your chin and pulled your face up to look at him. The blood dripped from his damp locks. His eyes glittering and looked like two blue gems surrounded in red velvet.
"No." You said defiantly, looking away from his bloodied face.
Ramsay tutted. "You're a terrible liar, and I hate liars."
Your heart fluttered and you looked back up at him. "I was just, going to do some reading."
"Fire." Ramsay replied. You crinkled your brows. "It's a way to kill them.Ifyou can get close enough, of course."
"Are there other ways? Less, um, dangerous ways?" You asked, the wendigo's abnormally long clawed arms flashing through your mind.
"Maybe." Ramsay said. He leaned down into you and licked the blood from the side of your cheek. He made a small noise and pulled you into him, kissing and licking across your cheek and ear. Finally he stopped and released you. "On the far shelf, third row from the bottom. Roughly the ninth book from the left." He walked away.
You stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel, noticing your inner thighs slick. You looked down and sighed, scowling as you felt a sharp cramp cross your abdomen. Of course you had to start your cycle. But at least it meant you weren't pregnant. That was ten points. You wrapped the towel around you and rummaged through your bag.Of fucking course.Not a single tampon. You shoved the bag away, ripping the pad open. After you dressed, you slung your purse over your shoulder and made for the front door.
"Where are you going?" Ramsay asked, wiping his sticky red hands on a rag.
"The store." You replied shortly.
"For?"
"It doesn't matter."
Ramsay rested his eyes on your hips and smirked, "toodles."
xxx
Ramsay stood in front of you, "you look a bit peaky, sweetling."
You looked up from the book and gave him a dirty look. "Rude."
Ramsay shrugged. "I just meant that you look rather pale." He touched your face. "And a bit hotter than usual."
"I'm fine." You said, pulling away from his hand and returning to your book.
"Come."
"No."
"I don't ask twice."
"You didn't ask to begin with."
Ramsay chuckled, softly. He pulled the book from your hands, snapped it shut, and held his other hand out to you. He gave you a look that told you not to disobey. Hesitantly you took his hand. His touch icy. He led your from the library to his room.
After closing the door, he turned to you. "Get naked." He demanded.
"I-I can't." You said, looking anywhere but at him.
"You can and you will." Ramsay bit out.
"I'm... it's that time of..." You stammered as Ramsay walked over to you, pulling your sweater up.
"I know it is. Now, hurry up." He whispered in your ear as he pulled your sweater over your head.
You just stood there motionless. Ramsay clicked his tongue in annoyance and unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down. From his stooped position he rested his cheek on your stomach, and practically purred. Slowly, you stepped out of your pants.
"Go, do your thing in the bathroom. And be quick about it. Waiting annoys me. Annoying things bore me." He said, pushing you towards the bathroom door. You swallowed and did as you were told.
Ramsay sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his foot, waiting on you. Slowly you walked over to him. He snatched your hip and pulled you toward him. He unlatched your bra and pulled your panties off. His eyes ran over you. He released you, pulled his shirt off, threw it aside and pulled you to sit on his lap. You straddled him, feeling your flow soak his jeans.
"You called it." He murmured, kissing your neck.
"Hm?" You questioned, leaning back as Ramsay's cold hands traveled down your stomach.
"They killed Ned Stark. The littlest girl pup ran away. That Greyjoy went to go recruit from his father's men. The Starks are being wiped all over the map by the Lannister's demons. It's a big cluster fuck." Ramsay laughed against your skin as he inserted a finger into you.
You purred as you ground into his hand and he pushed harder. "How do you know all this?"
"What do you think I do all night?" Ramsay said, pulling his finger from you and sucking it clean.
In spite of yourself you found yourself growing wet as you watched him. He slid his hand back down your body, and you shifted in his lap to allow him easier access.
As you rubbed against his pants you felt something in his pocket. You shifted and slipped your hand in the pocket, extracting a knife. You held it tightly and flipped the blade open.
"I won't make you. You're bleeding enough as it is." He said, wiping his sticky hand over your thigh.
"Who said it was for me?" You asked, giving him a sly grin.
He leaned back from you and let a smile play at his lips. "Go on then, sweetling." He whispered, as if expecting you not to.
You placed the blade on his breast, trying to steady your hand as nervousness pumped through you. Ramsay frowned and grabbed your hand. He pushed your hand firmly. The knife bit into his skin. He continued to press down and slowly pulled your hand in a downward stroke, thick blood spilling from him. He pulled your hand back and took the knife from you as you watched the dark blood run slowly down his body.
You weren't sure why you wanted to, but your found yourself placing your hand over the cut. The blood felt cold. It reminded you of covering your hand in a bottle of glue. You spread it across his chest.
Ramsay said nothing, nor did he move as he watched you curiously. You pulled the bloody hand from his chest and ran it down your body to your womanhood. How much different the blood coming from your own body felt. It was warm and not nearly as thick. You pulled your hand back and examined it. You looked into Ramsay's face and were slightly taken aback by the look on his face. It was more than longing or pleasure. It wasn't amusement or even wonder. It was a look of admiration. A look of excitement. A look of a deep emotion, perhaps? You weren't sure.
Then Roose Bolton's words sounded in the back of your mind, making your heart drop a little. A frown spread across your face. Ramsay narrowed his eyes at you.
"What?" He whispered dangerously.
"It's just that... you will never love me." you said, looking down, feeling foolish for saying it. But you wereafraid of what Ramsay may do if you attempted to lie.
He was silent a few moments before moving his hand back to you and running his thumb along your sweet spot, causing you to jerk slightly. "I'm a monster, remember? I don't have enough room in my nonexistent heart to love you, remember? I promise, you don't want me to love you." He shifted you to your back as he laid on you, forcing your legs apart as he slid from his clothing.
"I would, if it were possible." You murmured, closing your eyes. You reopened them a few seconds later, when you realized Ramsay had frozen in his actions. His eyes narrowed and giving you a searching look.
"Why?" he finally croaked.
"I don't know. I'm drawn to you. Even after last night." You said, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Ramsay grabbed you suddenly, his hand gripping your shoulder painfully as he yanked you off the bed and turned you around, pushing you down into the mattress, your face buried in the covers as he rammed into you. The pain shot through you like fire and you cried out into the bed. Ramsay gripped your hips with such force you could feel his nails tearing into your skin.
You reached your hands behind you to find his thighs and push him off of you. You caused him to lose his footing, and he took a couple steps back asyou turned to face him. You slapped him with as much force as you could put behind your hand.
Heraised a brow andran his tongue over his bottom lip beforegrabbing your wrist and pushing you back onto the bed where he fell to his knees andburied his face betweenyour legs, lapping up your juices, appreciatively.
Your breathing quickened as that familiar sensation built in your mid region. You wrapped your fingers in his hair giving a small tug. He allowed you to pull him up to you, where he pushed himself teasingly against your entrance.
"Stop it." You moaned, arching your back.
"Beg me." He growled, biting into your neck.
"No." you panted.
You felt him smirk against your skin and he inserted his tip into you. Youlet out a small whimper.
"Beg me." He demand again, moving his hand toyour hip, pinning you down to keep youfrompushing up as he continued to tease you.
You struggled against his hand, but he was too strong.He pulled away from your neck, placing his lips against yours and sucking on your bottom lip, gently, sending waves of desire over you.
"I told you to beg me." His growl tingling your lips.
"You also said you don't ask twice." you whispered, grinning, pulling your bottom lip from his teeth, and taking his in yours.
He gave a small moan, that made your stomach twist up.You released his lip and gazed into his heavily lidded eyes.
"Fuck me." You whimpered, taking in his look, and letting the words slip from your mouth like sand through an hourglass.
"That's not good enough." Ramsay whispered,pulling his tip out of you.
This was clearly a battle of will, and you were losing.
You pouted, "please?"
"Please what?" he asked, removing hishand from your hip to trail along your wet folds.
"Ramsay." You whined.
"What?" he coaxed, inserting his finger in you and sweeping his thumb along your sensitive spot.
"I won't beg you." You said defiantly through a moan.
"Then we will do this all night." Ramsay breathed, inserting another finger and curling them upwards.
You made an incoherent noise, but swallowed the words threatening to escape you. You pressed your lips against his, grabbing his waist and throwing yourself sideways. For the second time youcaught him off guard and soon you were the one on top. Ramsay raised his eyebrows in surprise and smirked as you kissed down his neck.
He rested his hands on your assas you kissed across his chest, resting your lips against his deep cut. His grip on you tightened as your warm tongue ran along the cut. He made a noise, pushed his head back into the bed, and closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation. His blood was bitter, and you couldn't place the taste, though it seemed familiar somehow. You kissed further down until you reached his hips.
You slowly pushed your body down and took him in your mouth. He tangled his hand in your hair, to guide you. You tried to avoid gagging as he pushed you down harder. You could feel him tense underneath you, and pushed yourself up.
You sat up and looked him with a smirk."Beg me." You whispered.
"I am the master at this game, voodoo child." Ramsay growled, pushing himself up, pressing his body flush to yours. His hand pushed between your body and his. He entered you aggressively and was relentless in his motions. You squirmed and panted, digging you nails into his shoulders as you moved against him.
"What do you want?" he asked, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Please fuck me." you mewled.
"I can't hear you." he said, his fingers moving harder inside you.
"Fuck me." You cried, your heart pounding.
"I still can't hear you."
"Ramsay, fuck me!" You screamed, grinding against him.
He withdrew his fingers from you, slammed you into the bed under him, and thrust into you. He gave you no time to adjust before thrusting again. Every muscle in your body tightened as the ecstasy built.
"Harder." you begged, and he pushed harder, his hips clashing against yours with so much force you thought the bed would break. You felt Ramsay begin to lose his rhythm and it pushed you to your peak. You screamed out in pleasure as Ramsay made a guttural groan, clutching the blanket under you.
Exhausted, you relaxed your body and sighed, closing your eyes. You felt Ramsay climb off you and were startled slightly as his tongue came into contact with your sensitive skin. Through heavy eyes, you watched him lick you. Your body uncontrollably jerking from time to time as he kissed and licked you clean. You gave a sigh as he slowly moved up your body.
Eventually he climbed off you and lay beside you, placing a hand on your cheek and pulling you towards him. He kissed you deeply before rising from the bed. You pushed yourself up and threw your legs over the edge of the bed. You felt the blood gush from you and frowned before heading to the bathroom.
After cleaning yourself some and replacing your tampon and panties, you pulled your wand from your bag, gave it a complicated sort of wave, and watched the blood vanish from the bedding. You crawled up into the bed and stared at Ramsay, sitting in a chair across the room from you.
"I'm afraid to go to sleep." You admitted.
"Don't be. Your lovely bodyguard is here to keep the monster under the bed away. Now that you'veallowedit access to my house."
"I didn't mean to." you said, guilt washing over you.
Ramsay merely grunted, crossed his arms, and leaned back in the chair, turning his attention to the television.
"I can't sleep with the TV on."
Ramsay looked at you with an annoyed frown, "tonight you do."