it’s only been 84 years since i posted part 1
I hope you guys like this, I’m planning on doing at least 2 more parts :)
It had been a couple days since the night of the wedding. And though most of the houses had returned home, Roose Bolton had remained in the walls of your castle.
It was difficult not to think of the man since hearing him talk about your needs. But seeing him every time you had a different thought wasn’t helping.
You walked down to the baths—large pools of hot water, something you found necessary to survival in the north. It was quite late and the room was empty. You quickly undressed and stepped into the hot water, relishing the feeling opposed to the cold stone floors and winds outside.
“My lady.” A deep voice erupted from the doorway. You gasped and covered yourself, looking with your back turned to the door.
Roose Bolton stood confidently in the room.
“My lord,” you sighed in confusion. “May I please have some privacy?” You asked, annoyed at his blatant rudeness. Though you were frightened by his confidence. He knew what he was doing and you knew what he was capable of.
“I’m afraid privacy won’t be something you’ll be afforded after tomorrow.” He rumbled eloquently through the room. His voice alone sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to shake it off in the water.
Clothing shuffled with an occasional ding of metal. You looked back at him in fear. His chest was exposed, showing the grey and brown hairs that littered his chest.
You looked back to the walls of the bath in shock. “What are you doing?” You asked in a panic. “And what do you mean after tomorrow?”
“I am finding relief from the cold.” He said, while gliding into the pool. “And you will only have so many answers to your questions.” He warned. “Ask wisely.”
“Why would I have no privacy?” You asked after a moment.
Ripples of water came toward you. You sunk lower into the pool so that your breasts were covered by the water.
“You will soon be Lady Bolton.” He said gruffly.
Chills ran through your body as you inhaled sharply. You swung your head back to him, ignoring his bared chest.
“What?” You asked with furrow brows.
“This doesn’t please you?” He asked skeptically.
You turned away as he came closer, almost a foot away now. You thought on his question.
“No,” you pause, “I don’t understand.”
You thought over the reasons why this man would want to marry you. No reason seemed blaringly obvious.
Suddenly his wet hand laid heavily on your neck, and you stiffen, holding your arms together tighter. He continued, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, massaging down. Your chest rose and fell deeply.
“Any more questions?” He spoke softly.
You were silent as his other hand rose to your arm. His grip was firm yet tender. Roose came in closer, moving his right hand down the side of your arm to your hip. His left hand continued massaging your shoulder, causing you to slowly fall back into his embrace. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, while his hand slid up the length of your side. Your arms loosened, but still remained locked to your chest.
Roose breathes heavily along your exposed neck until he kissed it gently. Again and again until his kisses were hot and needy. A small moan left your lips as his hands groped up your sides to your ribs, looking for an entrance.
He brought his mouth the the other side, guiding your neck with his right hand. His left traveled along your hip and ribs, snaking in between your arms. His rough palm engulfed your small breast and groped with passion. You loosened your grip on yourself and replaced it on his own arms and hands.
“Well?” he asked breathily. “You’re time to ask is now.”
His deep voice pulled you from your pleasure. For a moment more you were silent.
“Why do you flay men?” You spoke softly.
In an instant the man pulled you around in a tight grip. Your chest pressed against his, sending shivers through your body. Your arms snuck around his neck as his hands claimed your back, sneaking down to your butt. You gasped as he leaned in, pressing himself against you, while his lips came inches away from yours. Roose stopped, his eyes narrowing while he peers into your own. You looked up at him with hooded eyes.
“A naked man has few secrets.” He whispered gruffly.
His eyes raked down your body and back to your gaze. You stared at him, lips parted, as your chest slowly rose and fell.
“What about a naked woman?”
A grin formed mischievously on his lips. He leaned in closer so that his mouth was inches from yours.
“I don’t need to see you naked to know your secrets.” He spoke smoothly.
You pulled back slightly, hands on his upper chest. His words painted a scowl on your face.
“I could see your desires the moment you came through the gates in the rain.” He cooed, inching closer to your mouth.
He stilled when you spoke, “And why do you think I want you? I know why you flay men.” You said harshly. His gaze darkened and mouth fell into a straight line, urging you to reconsider. You stopped abruptly, waiting for him to attack.
“Why.” He commanded—taunted, you to go on.
Your chest heaved within his grasp. You returned his dark gaze, “For power,” you said softly, “control.”
He makes no moves or changes in his expression.
“For the way killing a man makes your blood turn hot.” You whispered hotly toward him.
At this his eyes widened slightly, barely noticeably. You must’ve surprised him with your courage.
“Do not anger me when my blood runs hot.” He warned. His gaze grew darker.
“Why.” You slightly mocked him. That was a mistake.
Suddenly you were ripped from the pool and brought to the edge, stomach pressed firmly on the cold stone, with your ass hanging off the edge and legs left in the water. Roose held you there with his hands pressed firmly on your back. Still gasping for air at the sudden movement you felt a sharp smack on your ass.
You yelped in pain. You let out a deep breath, and continued breathing ragadly.
After a moment of silence the smack came again, not overly painful but not holding back either. You squeaked out a grunt.
His hand came again—and again.
By this point you gave in completely, lying tiredly on the stone floor.
His hands found your ass again. But this time his hand remained. Roose slid his wet fingers along your folds, up and down, enticing your small moans.
Roose continued stroking along and between your folds with calloused fingers as you moaned louder. The echoes of your own moaning flooded the pool room and stiffened your nipples on the stone. You arched and writhed under his touch.
Suddenly his hand was gone and you laid on the stone floor feebly. Clothing and metal shuffled again as the man dressed himself.
You slide back into the water, exhausted, looking to Roose for an explanation.
“You are not a Bolton yet.” He said in his deep voice, “but I will make you Lady Bolton within the day.”
Well that escalated quickly. Yeah so heck the characters that are still alive I’m still stuck on this man so yeah here we are.
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