Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Boss man - Modern AU - Ramsay x Reader

I thought I would adapt a story that I had done and write it for Ramsay. As you will know, I love writing him as a type of gangster or criminal. So, I thought that this would work. I hope you all enjoy.

Ramsay made his way to his office. His office. He was finally the head of the family firm. But that didn't mean that he didn't still have his enemies. In fact, it would just mean he had more. The supporters of his deceased father baying for his blood. Yet surly here, in his own home, he could let down his guard for a few moments. He could sit in his chair behind his desk and think about what horrors he could now let descend upon the north and then the rest of Westeros. And how he could finally get his revenge on the Stark family.

Slowly he opened the door to the room. The familiar smell of well-aged scotch filling his sense, as he closed the door behind him. The calm silence, a breath of fresh air, after all the chaos of the day. Of all the meetings with supposed partners and supporters.

"I hope you don't mind, Ramsay. But I helped myself." A beautiful voice said. The bastard of the Dreadfort's eyes growing wide, as he watched his large chair turn to reveal an exquisite creature dressed all in black, with a glass of scotch in one hand, and a rather big gun in the other. The barrel of which, was pointed right at his head.

"Oops, or should I call you, Boss. Hmmmmmm, actually, I think I do quite like that. Boss man. It just so easily trips off the tongue. And it does suit you, Ramsay." The beauteous woman continued seductively, before taking a sip of the fine liquor from her glass.

"(Y/n)! How did you.......how did you get..............."

(Y/n). Why did it have to be (Y/n)? Of all the killers, assassins and criminals of every kind, that had worked for his father, she was one of the best. One of the most feared. One of the most expensive to keep on the payroll. But Ramsay had to admit, that she was worth every penny.

"Oh please, Ramsay. Getting through your goons wasn't exactly a hard thing to do. But now that you are head of the family, may I suggest that you use a little of your father's considerable wealth, to hire yourself a better security team. I mean, we wouldn't want one of Roose's ardent admirers to come after you, if they were to find out that getting past this current bunch of idiots was so easy, would we? I can imagine that those freaks love to hold a grudge." (Y/n) interrupted, as she got up from the chair, and slowly made her way around the desk. The barrel of the gun never moving from its target, as she perched herself on the corner of the table. Ramsay's eyes growing even wider, as he finally realised that the assassins all black outfit wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

"Why are you here, (Y/n)? Have you come to kill me? Killing the new head......."

"Ramsay. If I had wanted to kill you, I could have already killed you a thousand times over. I could already have shot you and disappeared. Oh no. I am actually here for this and that, and lots of the other. Now, it's not that I don't trust you, because I don't. And let's face it, you did just murder your father. So, I would like you to slowly. Very, very slowly that is, to use your right hand to unbutton that very expensive suit jacket of yours. And then even slower, I would like you to remove it, and drop it to the floor before turning to show me that your handsome self, isn't armed." (Y/n) instructed, as her thumb pulled back the hammer of her gun.

"DO IT!" The order now came. Ramsay reaching up and unbuttoning his jacket, the whole item of clothing dropping unceremoniously to the floor, before Ramsay turned, as he had been instructed.

"That's a good boy, Ramsay. I do so like it when men in positions of power do as they are told. But I do find that the more power a man has in public life, the more he likes to have power wielded over him, in private." (Y/n) cooed, as she looked him up and down.

"Now, I want you to lose the shirt. I don't like the idea that you could have something strapped somewhere I can't see it. And don't just rip it off, I want to enjoy watching you." (Y/n) added. A small smile pulling at her lips, as the dangerous new head of the Bolton family did as he was told. The assassin licking her lips, as she watched Ramsay slowly pop each button, until the material was removed to reveal the pale, creamy flesh beneath.

"Is that it? Are your quite finished? Are you going to tell me what you have come here for, now?" Ramsay growled. The Bolton bastard taking a step back as the assassin suddenly rose from his desk, her glass of scotch falling to the floor, as she and moved to stand right in front of him. The end of the gun now sticking right into his temple.

"Did I say that you were allowed to speak? DID I?! No, I didn't. And no, I haven't finished. I will tell you when I am finished, Boss man. I will tell you when I am satisfied. Because believe me when I say, I won't be leaving here, until I am completely and utterly satisfied, Ramsay. Now, what I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was that the next thing that I would like you to do, is drop your pants." (Y/n) growled in return. Her chest now pressed firmly against Ramsay's, as she slowly reached down her hand and brushed it across his crotch. Ramsay taking a sharp intake of breath as the assassin's palm began to gently stroke and caress his hardening manhood. A soft moan leaving his lips, as (Y/n) placed a kiss to the flesh just below his ear.

"See, I was right. Not only did I know that you would be packing a weapon. And from the feel of it, it is quite an impressive weapon. I also knew that men like you, love to be dominated by a strong woman. That underneath all that bluff and bravado. Underneath all those fancy words, and even fancier suits that you like to present to the world, beats the heart of a submissive man, that wants nothing more than to be told what to do. Wants nothing more than to be used and abused, by a woman like me. Isn't that right, my handsome Boss man?" (Y/n) whispered into his ear. Ramsay unable to stop himself from slowly nodding his head. The feel of her wicked smile against his flesh, sending an exquisite shudder down his spin.

"That's a good boy. Now............" (Y/n) said, as she took a step back, before making her way over to the desk. Ramsay groaning as she removed her body from his. The crime boss desperate to once again feel her warmth against him.

"I want you to remove those pesky pants. And then you can come over here and show me what you can do with that lethal weapon of yours." (Y/n) continued. A soft chuckle leaving her lips, as Ramsay desperately pulled at his belt. Sure, that he had never wanted to remove his clothes so much in his life.

"Why do you always have to do this, (Y/n)? Why every time that we are together do you feel the need to point a gun at my head and threaten to kill me?" Ramsay asked, relieved as he finally managed to take off the rest of his clothes. His naked body positioning itself between her legs, as he lay her back on his desk.

"Oh honey. If I didn't threaten to kill you, it would take all the fun out of everything. And don't pretend that you don't like it. That you don't enjoy it when I sneak in here, and make you behave." (Y/n) moaned, needily, as Ramsay pulled at the thin material that covered her form. Desperately wanting to feel her naked flesh against his.

"Now, be a good boy, Boss man, and show a bad girl how you can use that dangerous weapon of yours, to make me scream." The assassin hummed. Her fingers gripping onto the muscles on his back as she felt him push himself inside her. The once quiet air in the room, filling with desperate and needy moans, as Ramsay did exactly as he was told. (Y/n) sure that she would never grow tired of their little games. Nor that she would ever stop wanting her, Boss man.