Bolton Rising Part 71 - Gregor, Melly, Ramsay & Arya

"I still don't understand why you want to stay here for the weekend," Gregor grumbled while typing away on his computer, searching through a blacklist of secure military grade dog breeders. He needed a batch of suitable puppies to replace the dogs that had been killed at Ramsay Bolton's compound.

"I'm tired of being fussed over," Ramsay replied with an annoyed glare. "The Bastard Boys are acting like a bunch of mother hens, and even with my pet's delicious mouth around my cock for comfort, being stuck in bed all day has lost its appeal. I want new scenery and time away with Arya. Besides, what do you care? You got plenty of room in this place to host some company."

"I wouldn't have minded if you had at least given me a call first and asked, Bastard. I doubt Melly finds your presence comforting, even if you did bring the girl along for socializing. But you need to quit leering at my wife before I gouge your eyes out with my thumbs." The Mountain peered away from the monitor to see that Ramsay wasn't paying attention to him. Instead, the Bastard of Bolton had his predatory gaze focused on the black tuft of fur running between his boots and under the desk, before reappearing upon Gregor's lap with a tiny meow.

"What the hell is that?" Ramsay locked eyes with the furry beast as it pounced towards him across the tabletop, knocking papers over in a playful challenge, then scrambling back to the safety of the Mountain.

"It's a cat. I'm sure you've heard of them," Clegane answered, picking up the fearless daredevil with his large hand. "Woman, come in here and fetch Isis before our guest flays her for disobedience."

Ramsay only watched, observing the silly antics of the feline with his supposedly bad ass enforcer. "What's next? Children?" He scoffed in disbelief, while lighting up a cigarette, craving the missed nicotine, yet the pleasure of such indulgence only turned into painful coughing. "Fuck the gods..." Bolton leaned back in his seat, cradling healing ribs as a line of sweat broke out upon his forehead.

"Now those things will kill you," Gregor mocked in return. "I'm sure Qyburn didn't even give you clearance for smokes. Hand them over, Bastard."

Ramsay flipped his friend off in reply, before snuffing out the cigarette and giving up his secret stash. He rose from the chair with difficulty and walked across the room with the aid of a cane, glaring out the window. "I can't continue to look weak in front of my men, these females, and now you too. I want to be myself again."

"You're not weak. You're just injured, Bastard. There's a difference," Clegane responded with a more concerned tone, before giving a soft sigh of defeat, knowing he'll probably regret this later. "Stay as long as you like, I'll get your ass back into shape."

While Gregor and Ramsay talked in the study, Melly had taken Arya out to sit on the patio. As the two girls chatted and enjoyed the afternoon sun, they could hear the low tones of the men through the open window. Sipping from a tall glass of iced tea, Melly thought about how normal this scene must appear, and yet, as she made conversation with Arya, her hands were trembling and she couldn't quite catch her breath. What was Ramsay Bolton doing here? Why had he come and what did he want with them? There was no denying that the Bolton Bastard still terrified her. Now here he was, and according to Arya, he would be staying.

"Would you like anything else? Some more iced tea?" she asked the younger girl, nervously pouring more before Arya had a chance to answer, smiling as the brown eyed girl accepted the glass and took another sip. Melly liked Arya. In fact, she could see a bit of herself in Ramsay's new pet. Quiet, feminine, eager to please, the two brunettes were similar in more than just looks. They could have been sisters. Perhaps she's the closest I'll ever have to a sister now, she thought. Their experiences with Ramsay Bolton gave them a closeness that most sisters would never have.

"This is such beautiful spot, and so peaceful," Arya said, looking out across the expanse of green fields behind the house. "How wonderful to be able to sit outside like this." She tilted her head back and watched the clouds drift slowly across the sky. "I can't remember the last time I was able to relax and feel the sun on my face. It hasn't been safe to be out in the open for us. Not since..."

"I know," Melly answered, not wanting her to have to relive the events she had suffered through as of late. Gregor had filled her in on the destruction of Ramsay's complex and all that had followed. "You won't have to worry here." She didn't mention how she'd used to feel safe here too. How she'd felt so well protected until Sandor Clegane had come into her world and shattered her sense of safety. And now Ramsay was here...

All of a sudden, Melly heard Gregor calling from the study, yelling for her to come get her kitten. "No, no, sit and relax," she told Arya when the younger girl made to rise and follow her. "I won't be long."

Hurrying into the house, the cool air felt soft on her sun-warmed skin. She made her way quickly to the study, hearing the men's voices getting louder as she approached. "Here I am," she called out before entering, so as not to interrupt. Years of training had stayed with her and she knew better than to surprise the Bolton Bastard. Stepping slowly into the room, she stopped just inside the doorway, wary of coming any closer to her former Master.

Gregor held up the playful kitten to his lover, watching her closely as Melly fidgeted by the door. "I've agreed to let Ramsay and his girl stay with us for awhile as long as it's all right with you. Though I'd rather keep Arya and toss the Bastard out. I'm sure Isis would agree." The Mountain smirked as the cat gave a tiny meow in agreement while Ramsay glared.

"Of course they should stay with us," Melly answered, still not looking directly at Ramsay Bolton, although she could feel him looking her over without restraint. "You're both welcome here, any time," she said softly as she crossed the room to retrieve the kitten from her husband.

The Bastard of Bolton raked his pale eyes over his former pet, daring the girl to join in on the teasing. "I've trained your wife better than to insult guests," Ramsay replied proudly, easily stripping her of clothing in his mind, remembering Melly's naked body and the way she responded to his touch. "Of course, I'm sure some correction is needed after such a long absence. Where's your dungeon?"

Clegane rose from his desk, towering over Ramsay with a dark frown. "We have no need for such things here, Bastard. You'll have to entertain yourself with the movie room, the pool, or the gym. That's if you can keep up with me."

Melly felt a surge of triumph as she caught a look of surprise flash across Ramsay's face. No dungeon here. No need for punishments. Her life was so different now. She was safe. However, the triumph was strangely tinged with a feeling of guilt, as though it was still possible for her to disappoint her Master. He was right in that he had trained her well. There was still a connection between them, that, try as she might, she could not deny. When the car had pulled up to the house and Ramsay had emerged, Melly's first reaction was fear, but that was quickly mixed with concern as she saw the weakened state of the Bastard. Gregor had told her that Ramsay had been badly hurt, but she hadn't truly believed that anything could hurt such a creature. To see him in pain and unwell should have pleased her, but instead, her heart hurt for him.

"Arya and I are going to get dinner started in a few minutes. I'll need to do a grocery run soon but we have plenty of steak and potatoes. We can have a salad and some roasted vegetables. Is there anything else you'd like?" Melly asked. "I'll bring you both some iced tea before we get started." Feeding Gregor was a job in itself, as he had to eat so much and so often because of his size, but now, seeing Ramsay looking so unlike himself, she had the sudden urge to feed him too and nurse him back to full health, even if she didn't want to get too close to him.

"Hmm... You've turned her into the perfect little housewife. How amusing." Ramsay smirked softly at Gregor, ignoring the giant's intimidating wrath. "Very well, I'll play along." The Bastard of Bolton strolled past Melly, feeling more tired than he outwardly portrayed. "Have my pet bring the drink upstairs. I need to make a call, then I shall retire till dinner."

When Arya came into the kitchen, she found Melly pouring tall glasses of iced tea for Ramsay and Gregor. Melly's back was turned. She was dressed in a pale yellow sundress. The tiny black kitten ran around her bare feet and a late afternoon sunbeam illuminated her chestnut hair. Arya was struck suddenly that they were two versions of the same person. In a different world, she might have lived like this. A home to take care of, dinner to prepare. How she envied Melly and the safety of her life with Gregor. And yet, although it was unpredictable and fraught with danger, she would not give up her life with Ramsay. Not for anything in the world. For the present, however, it would be fun to make believe that she was a part of this world. "How can I help?" she asked, as Melly dropped lemon wedges into the glasses. 
"Oh, Arya." Melly turned, smiling, and held out a glass to her. "Ramsay's gone to rest for a bit. He'd like you to bring this up to him. I'll take care of dinner. You look after him, make sure he has everything he needs." 
"Of course." She accepted the glass and turned to go, then stopped for a moment. "Melly... thank you. I know this must have been a bit of a shock, our sudden arrival. I'm so grateful to you and Gregor for welcoming us."
Melly's smile wavered, but only for a second. She was well trained, indeed. "Really, it's no trouble at all. It's good for Gregor and for Ramsay. And it'll be awfully nice to have you here to talk to! I'm glad you're here with me. Now go on, before your... before Ramsay gets impatient. You're in the guest suite, top of the stairs, turn left, last door on the right." 
Arya made her way through the house and up the wide staircase. While not quite as big as Ramsay's homes, the Clegane house was certainly spacious. When they'd arrived, she'd noticed that the iron gate at the front of the property seemed to be very new, and that the front door had been recently replaced. Now, as she reached the top of the stairs and looked down the hall to her right, she saw that the door to the master suite was also brand new. Her curiosity piqued, she wondered if it would be too forward to ask Melly about this later on. 

Following the hallway to the left, she entered the guest suite, stepping into a bright, comfortable sitting room. Crossing to the door opposite and knocking softly, she pushed it open and found Ramsay reclined on the king sized bed. "There you are, Master," she said softly, placing the glass on the bedside table. "I brought you some iced tea. What else can I do for you? Let me close the curtains so you can rest a little." 

The corner room was quite large and lushly furnished with shades of blue and gold. French doors opened onto a small balcony over a hot tub and an Olympic-sized pool, and three windows offered views of the gardens and fields around the house. Arya went to each window and door to draw the heavy curtains. In the distance, she could see the high stone wall that circled the property, keeping its inhabitants safe from the world outside. 

“You seem very pleased to be here, pet,” Ramsay commented as he watched the girl sigh and marvel at the vistas offered by each view to the outside. “We’ll have plenty of time to go exploring around. I’ve already called and told the Bastard Boys we’ll be staying here for a while. After such a long departure, I crave my pet’s attentions all to myself.” He smirked while motioning for the girl to come onto the bed, his pale eyes darkening with lust as Arya began to strip off her clothing. "Besides, they can always order out from the Dreadfort Club for amusement.” Ramsay held the girl by the chin as she crawled closer on all fours, sliding his thumb provocatively over her soft plump lips before slipping it between them and letting Arya suckle. “It's time for my medicine, pet, then I can have a peaceful nap with you in my arms."

Arya sucked on Ramsay's thumb for a moment longer, then lowered her head and began to gently kiss and nibble at his stiff cock through his jeans. She could feel her Master's hands tangling in her hair as she unbuttoned his fly, liberating his cock, kissing harder and licking hungrily. The pet smiled as her Master groaned and shifted his hips, pushing himself harder against her lips. Pulling back, her soft brown eyes filled with desire, Arya moved to straddle the Bolton Bastard. Clad only in her bra and panties, she moved her hips, feeling his erect cock pushing between her folds, only a strip of delicate black silk preventing him from sliding into her wet heat. Arya took Ramsay's hand in hers and guided it to her breast, sighing as he slid his thumb under the fabric, stimulating her already hardened nipple. "Let me take care of you," she whispered. "I know exactly what you need, and there's nothing that makes me happier than being alone with you." 

"Don't think for a moment because we're here, you can do as you please, girl," Ramsay replied, rolling them over and pinning Arya underneath him with a stern glare. "The Mountain may give his woman free reign, but you are still attached to my leash." He smirked, rising to his knees as his hard cock glistened with pre-cum from the tip. "Open your mouth and do as I say." The Master tore away his pet's covering, leering down at Arya's tits while his cock slipped between her delicate lips, grasping a handful of soft hair to yank her head forward. "You'll never return to your old life. You belong to me."

Her moment of bravery had passed and Arya willingly complied with her Master's order. Reflexively, she yielded to him as his hips moved forward, pushing his cock deeper into her willing mouth. There was no resistance from her, only the desire to obey as she reached up to cup and massage his balls with one hand, pleased when Ramsay grunted with pleasure in response. He pushed deeper still, causing her to gag a little, the angle making it difficult for her to take him in as deeply as his hips were urging her to. She tightened her lips around his thick shaft in compensation, increasing her suction and using her tongue to glide over and around his bulbous head.

The Bastard of Bolton fucked Arya's mouth, thrusting till his pulsating cock slipped down her throat easily, groaning with pleasure from the slippery wet heat. The way his pet moaned and drooled all over his shaft in response made Ramsay's balls ache for release. He came as Arya manipulated his sac, cradling and squeezing, milking the hot white seed from her Master. Ramsay stared down with his pale eyes, watching his pet lick the cream from her lips, her hand stroking his sensitized cock, kissing the last weeping drops from the slit. "My own sweet kitten." Bolton grinned, stroking Arya's hair and down her face. "I will have to buy you a collar and tail, then show you off to the Mountain."
"Thank you, Master! I would like that very much!" The girl smiled up at him in response, overcome with happiness at such high praise from her keeper. She licked until she was sure she had cleaned up every last drop, kissing, nuzzling, lovingly stroking with a gentle, expert touch. She was so proud to belong to this man, so incredibly in love with everything about him. He was her world and her only concern was that she please him. Ramsay came to settle beside her, gathering her into his arms as he lay back on the bed. Arya curled under his arm, wrapping her leg around his and rested her cheek against his chest. She loved hearing the sound of his heart beating steadily, feeling the warmth and vitality of him as he held her close. Ramsay's breathing slowed and evened as he drifted into sleep, but Arya stayed awake, just content to be in his arms, grateful to be back with the man she loved once more.


Bolton Rising Part 70 - Peytr & Alayne

Little Bird…” Petyr whispered softly, peering down at the young woman crying at his feet, his heart aching at her misery. “Do you remember our first night together? You gave me such a precious gift…” Baelish reached down, placing two fingers under Alayne’s wet chin and lifted her beautiful face, teary eyes meeting his paternal gaze. “Your untouched body, a girl’s pure innocence, and your trust I would never hurt you."

The Mockingbird took Alayne by the upper arm and helped her to her feet. He could feel his lover trembling under his touch. “Did I not vow to always keep you safe?” he questioned while smoothing Alayne’s red locks of hair back, tucking a wispy red curl behind her ear, letting his fingers caress the shell of the girl’s ear and down her neck. "Perhaps you are my only weakness in this world and that is a very dangerous proposition for a man like me. So, I must know everything that is going on or you endanger us both.” Petyr spoke with a calm but serious tone, hiding his anger perfectly, yet his inflection warned the girl not to trifle with their lives.
Alayne did not know what to do. She could not imagine losing Petyr, or worse, hurting him. She knew he loved her more than anything in the world. Alayne also knew he could be ruthless, it was a part of him which she'd never witnessed firsthand, however, she had heard whispers of the things that happened to people who crossed Petyr Baelish. What would he do to her, or have done to her? What would he have done to Sandor Clegane if he knew?
"I can't... I'm sorry Petyr..." she began. "Please, I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of this." She looked around at her luxurious surroundings. "I should go. You deserve so much more, someone so much better..." Alayne pulled away, turning and crossing the room to open her closet door. Grabbing a bag, she began to fill it with a few of her belongings, sobbing as she pulled on a pair of jeans and fumbled as she tried to pull a sweater over her head. "I'll go to a hotel... I'll... You won't need to worry about me anymore... I'll always love you... Petyr."

Littlefinger stood by the bedroom door and frowned slightly as Alayne packed her things to make an escape, rather than face him with her actions. “You must have me confused with someone who would just let you go." He slammed the door shut and locked it, strolling towards his lover, a dark jealously lashing out as he grabbed Alayne by the wrist. "I expect answers and I will have them any way I deem necessary.” Petyr's grasp continued to squeeze until the girl cried out and dropped the bag, before forcing her against the wall and caging Alayne in with his body.

“Do I need to punish you to have my answers Little Bird?” Baelish pressed, his free hand collaring Alayne by the neck, while grey-green eyes darkened with a mixture of proprietorship and carnality. “I see now, I’ve been too soft hearted with you... only because it gave me such pleasure to spoil you. Like a father doting upon his beloved daughter. But you are a woman now, Alayne. The one I longed for in my dreams to be my wife and I won’t allow you to ruin that future."

"Please, Petyr, you're hurting me!" she gasped and he loosened his grip, but only a little. He would not let her go. For the first time since she had met him, Alayne felt afraid of Petyr. Until today, the thought had never crossed her mind that he would ever physically harm her. Now there was so much anger in his eyes that she began to tremble all over. Littlefinger, they called him. There was no one in business or in politics who was more successful, who had more power than this man. He had the world wrapped around his little finger. Although he rarely showed anything but charm, there were many people who were afraid of him. Now she could see why.

"I would rather leave than say words that I know will hurt you, Petyr. I never wanted to hurt you," she whispered. "Do you want to hear that I was unfaithful to you? That I love someone else, in the same way that I love you? Because I do love you, Petyr. That has not changed. It never will."

The Mockingbird pulled his hands away as she spoke, for once at a loss for words and a facade to cover the depth of his wounded emotions. ‘Don’t go... You said you were mine!’ The words rose from the depths of his mind, an old memory forged in pain, long forgotten but so familiar. Petyr stared at Alayne, her face wavering over another’s, like a mirage of someone he should know, lost and never recovered.

“I have no need to know any more. I can guess who
it is you speak of.” Petyr grabbed his coat, unlocking the bedroom door and throwing it open. He turned slightly, but didn’t face Alayne directly, she had been allowed to see too much already. “This is no game I play with you, yet I have been made the fool nonetheless. Wherever you go, Alayne, I will make him suffer… and suffer greatly.”

Littlefinger walked out and called for the car, ignoring anything else Alayne said as he made his way to the elevator. He turned around as the doors began to close, catching one finally glimpse of his “Little Bird” as she pleaded for the Dog’s life, smirking softly because despite Alayne's betrayal, he still loved her.

"Petyr please, it's my fault. Punish me, but let him go..." Her words fell on deaf ears, but she did not know what else to do. Her head spinning, she followed him to the door, pleading for mercy, pulling at his ​​sleeve, but he brushed her away. ​​She felt dizzy as she watched the elevator doors close, cutting her off. ​​Her bag was half packed. She should go... but where? Alayne's heart pounded as though it was trying to break though her chest.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

Running through the dark penthouse, she called for the Hound, but he was not there. He'd been there when she went to bed. Had he heard? Did he know? Alayne ran back to the bedroom and scrambled around in her bag until she found her phone. Her hands shook so hard she could barely slide the unlock screen. She hesitated a moment then, before touching Sandor Clegane's number, not knowing what to do or what to say. Where are you?
The phone rang and rang before finally going through to voicemail. Not his voice, just the default message. It could have been anyone on the other end of the line. "Where are you? He knows. He's looking for you. Please call me... I love you..." she whispered.

Walking slowly back out into the darkened living room, she crossed to the bar, poured herself a tumbler of Petyr's scotch and carried the glass out onto the balcony. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in this very spot, looking across the city at the light in Petyr's office. Now her entire world was crumbling around her and she felt numb all over. She tipped the scotch back, swallowing it quickly, shuddering at the burn, but finding some small amount of solace in the knowledge that she could feel something, even if it was more pain. She balanced her glass on the railing and looked down at the lights of the cars below. Without thinking, she reached out and pushed the tumbler off the railing, watching it disappear into the darkness. Alayne leaned over the railing. The drop was so great that she could not hear it when it hit the ground and shattered.
I wish the Hound were here. Staring down into the dark, she waited.