The newlyweds had slept peacefully throughout the night, Ramsay never letting go of his beloved bride. Nothing could take her from him now, she was his and only his.
He'd awoken before she had, squinting a little as the bright rays of the sun peeked in through the curtains. Seeing Sansa's sleeping face made the corner of his mouth tug into a small smile. She looked radiant in the morning light, her fair skin glowing a little. She was still clinging to him too, and seemed to whimper when he tried to sit up as if to beg him not to leave her side.
Ramsay just ran his fingers through her red curls, made messy by sleep and their previous activities in the night. He could see she was happy, and it made him feel warm inside to know this.
Eventually, Sansa's eyes began to flutter open, her husband's face being the first things she'd see as she awoke. She sat up and yawned, holding the furs up to her chest modestly.
"Mm… morning…" She spoke sleepily, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.
"Good morning yourself, pup," He responded, kissing her cheek. "Slept well, I hope?"
"Mhmm, yeah, I don't even wanna get out of bed!" Sansa laid back once more, quickly curling up in the furs to shield herself from the cold air.
"Oh, but I had things planned for us to do!" Ramsay said, looking out the window. The skies were mostly clear, clouds being mostly absent on this chilly day. "You would want to miss out on riding, would you?"
"Riding?" Sansa sat up a little, letting the blankets just fall and allowing her perky tits to be exposed. Her nipples hardened at the cold air. "I'm not particularly good at that…"
"You aren't, are you?" Ramsay's eyes moved to her curvy form once more. Gods, how could he not want to stay in bed all day with her.
"It's alright," He reassured, laying back against the pillows behind him. "I can show you how to ride well, my dear,"
"Oh? Then I suppose I should get dressed…" She threw the blankets off of herself and went to get out of bed, but he grabbed her arm instead.
"We can practice in here," He insisted, a smirk curling on his lips. "If you like,"
Sansa bit her lip, beginning to catch on to what he was saying now. A blush came to her cheeks as it had the night before, but she'd be an idiot to deny herself this. After all, Ramsay had made her feel so good the night before, what was the harm in another chance to feel such pleasure?
"Come on now Sansa," Ramsay's cock was already hard, forming a bit of a tent beneath the blankets. "I'll show you,"
Sansa smiled and took the blankets off of him so that she could more easily access him, placing her soft thighs on either side of him. She was hovering above him, a bit nervous to do this once more. Last night had felt divine, but she was still an innocent girl at her core.
Ramsay took hold of her hips, gently guiding them down so that he could get inside that tight little cunt of hers once more.
"I know you want this," He spoke, getting more into his sadistic side once more. "Say you want it,"
"I-I want it," Sansa breathed, feeling the head of his cock at her fuckhole which only grew needier by the moment.
Ramsay was beginning to get more daring and the bastard removed one hand from her hips to grab her face.
"What do you want, pup?" He practically growled the words.
"I-I…" Sansa paused, getting more excited as he grabbed her and teased her. "I want your cock inside me…"
"Good girl, good girl," He pet her hair and let go of her face, the hand going back to her hips. He began to guide her down onto his cock, making her feel every inch as he did so.
Sansa's moans were like music to his ears; they were sweet, and yet very, very lewd. Once he had her down to the hilt, he kept guiding her, wanting to get her used to the feeling of riding him before doing it on her own.
"See, riding isn't so hard," he explained, "All it takes is practice, and trust me you'll practice,"
"Oh, I c-can't wait!" She cried, feeling him release his grip on her hips and starting to move of her own volition. "I love this!"
"Yeah? Well you'll do it for me every morning, my little whore," he spoke, a hand going to grab her neck. "Tell me Sansa, what are you?"
"I-I'm a little whore," She moaned, before feeling his grip tighten around her neck.
"Wrong answer, you're my little whore," He growled. "Say it now, correct yourself,"
"I-I'm your little whore, Ramsay," She began to ride him harder, getting more aroused as she degraded herself for him. "I'm Ramsay's whore!"
"Yes, you are," He kept holding her neck, making sure not to make her pass out from too little oxygen. He'd learned from previous experience how to do such things. "You are my little whore, Lady Bolton,"
"F-Fuck yeah…" Sansa was beginning to feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm now, bouncing up and down on his cock in hopes that she could cum faster.
Ramsay could tell that his beloved was getting close and began to loosen his grip on her neck. Gods forbid he make her pass out or something of the sort.
"You wanna cum, don't you?" He acknowledged, smirking. "Helpless little thing you are, so desperate to cum, I don't know if I should let you,"
"P-please…please let me…" She whined. "I need to…"
"I like you begging. Do it more," Ramsay growled.
"Please let me cum, please! I wanna cum all over you!" She cried, trying her best to hold herself back from doing what she so deeply desired to do.
He began to feel himself throb inside of her. He'd let her get release—but only after he did.
"You wanna cum, do you? Well, you can't. Sluts don't get to cum until master does," He told her, getting really into this dominant role. He'd enjoyed domming Myranda in the past, but this, this was even better. The woman of his dreams, right at his fingertips.
"N-No, please, I need to now!" Sansa was struggling more and more every minute.
"You're to listen to me. Keep riding me and I'll let you, but if you cum before you're allowed, I'll have to punish you," His eyes pierced into her soul, making sure that Sansa knew he meant business.
"I-I'm doing my best, master, I am," She just kept riding, until she felt Ramsay pull her hips down hair. She felt him shoot his load inside of her, panting a little as he did. She came as soon as she felt it, thanking the Gods for creating orgasms.
"F-fuuuuuck!" She moaned, her legs quaking and her head thrown back. She looked so beautiful like this. The morning sunlight made her fair skin have an almost heavenly glow, her messy curls truly appearing like flames. "Ramsay…"
"You enjoyed yourself, I can tell," He smiled and sat up so that he could kiss her.
"Mhmm, I did…" She kissed him right back, fingers running through his dark curls. "Why wouldn't I enjoy doing this with you?"
"Well, some people are boring, Sansa," Ramsay chuckled and held her close. "But you, you aren't. You're quite exciting,"
"I would never want to bore you, my darling," She spoke softly. She was so kind, so innocent, she had no clue what other things she may need to maintain his entertainment.
"Well, I told you I was going to take you riding, and while I certainly think you did great on me, let's get you on a horse," He spoke as Sansa got off of him, patting her butt as she walked to go and get dressed.
Ramsay got up as well, putting on his riding clothes and making himself presentable enough. He turned to see Sansa in a more casual ensemble—her favorite pale blue gown with rosettes on the neckline. He could tell it was her favorite just by the way she smiled at herself in the mirror.
"Ah, looking at the most beautiful lady in the North?" He asked as she sat down and began brushing and braiding her hair.
"Oh, no, just Lady Bolton," Sansa giggled a little, tying her braid with a blue silk ribbon.
"Oh, but she is the most beautiful lady in the North, and anyone who disagrees is horribly wrong," Ramsay told her. "I'll kill them if they deny it,"
"No need for that, Ramsay, please," She began worriedly. "There's no need to hurt anyone,"
"If they can't accept that you're perfect, they don't deserve the privilege of living," He responded matter-of-factly. "That's just how it is, Sansa,"
"But—nevermind," She knew better than to push the argument further. "I guess I just care too much about others…"
"You're a sweet girl, that's part of the reason I love you so much, it's just not everyone is as sweet as you. I only want to protect you," He explained as she stood up. "Come on, let's go get saddled up,"
The couple headed to the stables, where Snowfall and Blood awaited them. Stablehands lead the mare and stallion out for them already in their nicest tack.
Sansa walked to Snowfall and pet her gently, happy to see her mane nicely brushed. She was pleased to see they took care of them.
Ramsay helped her up onto Snowfall before mounting Blood.
"Now, follow me Sansa, I want to show you the most beautiful parts of our forests," He spoke, making sure that wherever they go she didn't have to see rotting corpses or bones. He knew better than to allow her to see such things.
So the two rode out into the woods, and the scent of pine and petrichor all around. It was something she felt like she hadn't experienced since Winterfell; peace. Deer and other gentle forest creatures roamed throughout this place, and although the woods were thick, where sunlight shone it was beautiful and bright.
Out of the corner of her eye, though, she could have sworn she saw something strange—a skull, one with an arrow piercing right through the eye socket. Surely she imagined this. She heard that Ramsay hunted humans for fun, but that had to be wrong. She didn't want to believe that such things happened, but deep down in her heart of hearts, Sansa knew that Ramsay was sick. There was a dog in his heart, and it craved only one thing; blood.