Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Persuade me - Part 6 - Ramsay x Reader

Her father held her in his arms. (Y/n) fighting back the tears, knowing that this would be the last time that she would probably see him for a while. She wasn't about to tell him the truth of what she had done so that he could be returning to their home with enough of the Bolton bannermen, to put the fear of the gods into the black heart of wany bandit or sellsword; but it gave her a sense of hope to know that the villagers that were under the protection of her family's house, would no longer be terrorised. That her father would be able to rest and recover some of his strength. All that she had said, was that she had gone to see Lord Bolton after they had retired and had told him that she would be his bride in return for his assistance with the trouble they were having; and that Ramsay had agreed. The old man expressing his uncertainty about the match; his fear for her wellbeing, yet (Y/n) had assured him that Ramsay was not as bad as they had been led to believe. That he was in truth a caring man that was just misunderstood. The lady sure that her father did not believe her; but before he could say more, Ramsay had appeared.

"Please take care of my precious child, Lord Bolton, for I am sure that she will care for you; and be the best of wives." Lord Corrad said, kissing his daughter one last time, before nodding respectfully to the younger man. Ramsay placing his arm around the waist of his bride to be, as the older man climbed atop his horse.

"You have my word, Lord Corrad........" Ramsay told the older man. The new head of House Bolton smiling charmingly, before the old man nodded in thanks. (Y/n) feeling her heart drop slightly, as her father turned his horse and began to ride away; the Bolton bannermen following behind him. The sky above her seeming to get darker, as Ramsay's grip on her tightened.

"You are all mine now.......all mine. And I think that it is about time that you reminded me, why I let your father have my men........" Ramsay hummed into her ear. The sound not sweet, not alluring. Not suggesting that there was care or fun behind his word; no, it was nothing but pure menace. It told her what he wanted, and that he would have it. (Y/n) fearing that he would use the fact that he had helped her father against her, for the rest of her days. Yet what was she to do, other than sacrifice her own happiness and wellbeing for the knowledge that her father, and the people that looked to them for protection, would be safe. Her stomach tying itself in knots, as Ramsay's fingers dug further into the flesh of her hip, before he turned her and escorted her back into the castle. The old Stark servants, who could recall her and her father coming to Winterfell when times were happier; giving her sorrowful looks, as the feared bastard was now dragging her to his room. Ramsay kicking open the door, before throwing (Y/n) into the room. The lady looking up from the floor as her husband to be locked the door and stalked over to her. A pained yelp escaping her lips, as the young Bolton gripped at her hair and pulled her up from wooden boards, then tossed her on to the bed.

(Y/n) had always liked to think of herself as an intelligent woman; better educated in the ways of the world, than many others of her gender and station. So, she knew that there was only one way that she was going to survive this, survive Ramsay; and that was to play him at his own game. To give him what he wanted, when he wanted it; to be what he needed her to be, until the balance of power had shifted in her favour. Until he could not use his helping her father, against her. Until it was he that was begging on his knees for her attention. The lady, as he stood over her, slowly reaching out and taking his hand and placing it at her throat; making him grip it tightly, as she then reached her hand under her skirt and allowed her fingers to tease her womanhood. Her breathing becoming laboured, as she looked up at a grinning Ramsay.

"Not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you; you dirty girl........" The lord chuckled. Watching her, as she continued to pleasure herself. Ramsay placing his free hand over his crotch, and firmly rubbing his engorged manhood.

"Let me see........I want to see........" He demanded. Licking his lips as (Y/n) pulled her skirts up around her waist, so that he could see her. A low growl leaving his lips, as he watched her push her own fingers inside her. His cock pushing at the inside of his breeches, as he saw her arousal glisten on her fingers and down her hand. (Y/n)'s eyes closed and her moans now filling the room, as her movements got quicker, as her fingers pushed deeper. The lady dropping backwards onto the bed as she felt the knots in her stomach tighten. Her head raising slightly as she felt movement between her legs, not surprised to see Ramsay knelt in front of her; his eyes firmly set on her. Her head dropping back as Ramsay stopped her; slowly pulling her fingers from inside her and taking them into his mouth. Licking the shimmering arousal from hand, before placing his head between her legs, and allowing his tongue to finish what she had started.