Flayer

46.Ramsay

***Modern AU above cause I can't stop making aesthetics help***

My wife sat by the window at night, peering up at the stars. I was glad to see her walking again, glad I was able to share the warmth of her around my arms...

And yet I struck her.

Her respect toward me as a wife has become frail. She thought herself above me when she knows she truly belongs to me. I had to show her the truth.

I don't know what it was about the slap. I'd carved things into her body, I'd made her bleed, yet it felt like a simple smack across her face has hurt her more than knives ever could.

She was already afraid to sleep, I thought to myself, why did I have to make her fear to lie in her own bed next to me?

Falling for my impatience I got up slowly, stretching as I yawned. When she did not turn to look at me I let my bare feet lead me to her to hold her from behind.

"I'm so glad to see you are better," I rested my chin on her head.

She remained silent.

I started to kiss her neck softly, occasionally leaving lovemarks. I could tell she was holding back her moans.

"Are you going to stay mad at me forever, love?" I turned her around to finally notice she was tearing up.

As soon as she blinked the tears started to fall. She covered her mouth so that her sobs did not wake the children.

I held her face, kissing the cheek I'd hit. "Now, now, it's alright! You said you wouldn't say anything like that again! And I believe you, Edda. Because I love you."

She shook her head, "You don't think I love you. Y-you think I don't love you-"

"What!" I laughed lightly, "Edda-"

"I do love you." She wept, "I tried to fake it at first but I fell. I fell for you. I'm completely, terribly, irreversibly in love with you." She took a pause to breathe. "Ramsay... I gave up the name Stark. I'll give up my titles as Wardeness of the North and my rights as the Heir of Winterfell. I'll do exactly as you say and never fail you. I swear it." She held my wrists.

"And so you say..." I said in thought. Before long I had pulled out a blade. Leading her onto the bed I grabbed her unmarked arm. She looked prepared, as if she thought I was going to write on her again.

Instead I handed her the blade and rolled up my own sleeve as well. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. The stitches are in the closet, and we will be needing them after this. You know how to sew, correct?" She nodded vigorously. "Good. As you just expressed you will prove your love to me by doing as I command with no excuse." I grabbed the hand in which she held the blade and kissed the top of it. "I command you to cut across my forearm. Not my wrist. Not my palm. My forearm. If you cannot do this you will prove yourself to be an undutiful wife, and you will cut your own forearm and bleed to death on this very night. Understood?"

She was shaking in fear. "M-my lord-"

"I hurt you," I stopped her with a blunt truth, "And now you must hurt me. Let this not only be a test on your never ending loyalty to me, but shall it also serve as a much deserved revenge for me striking you." In a softer tone, I continued "I don't ever want to lose you. I need you until the day I die, Edda. Just as you swear to be loyal to me I want you to also swear, in the name of my love for you, that under no circumstance will you let yourself die before me."

And yet she did not move one bit as she stared at me with her beautiful grey eyes.

"Swear it."

She swallowed "I swear it."

"Then cut me."

Edda shakily brought the tip of her knife to the top of my forearm. The hesitation in her reflected by the blankness of her face.

A moment passed, a moment which I was fortunate enough to decide to be patient for. She forced herself to cut me, my blood gushing out as she left a clean cut from top to bottom. I laughed maniacally, pulling her to me by her hair and kissing her. "I knew I could love you."

She quickly rushed to the closet and, knocking nearly everything down, grabbed a sowing needle and thread and stitched me back up as quickly, neatly, and tidily as she could. Her fingers twitched and fumbled yet she got the job done well.

When she was done I pulled her onto my lap, sweeping the sewing supplied off the bed. I kissed her in every way but gently, pinning her against the bed. To my joy she began to kiss me back. Her fingers intertwined with mine as my tongue made her moan.

I used one hand to hold her down as I undid my trousers and pulled up her nightgown. She clung to my hand with a hungrily look in her eyes.

This was the first time I'd fucked her in so long. And I loved it. Her legs wrapped around my waist, my hand wrapped around her neck. Our lips pleased each other.

Edda's little sighs and sounds excited me. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I sucked on her collarbone, the one which displayed my carved name. She was mine.

I came in her, exhausted and satisfied. But I needed to please her in return. I sucked on her breasts and touched her dripping cunt. The motions of my fingers and the magic of my mouth made it easy for her to release her own cum.

And so we lied down together, her hand tracing the words Lady Bolton on my chest. I stared at her face. Her gorgeous face.

"An R and an E," I mumbled, stroking the side of her face, "An R on your face and an E on mine. How does that sound?"

"You'd put the E of my name of your face?"

"I'd carve your entire body on my forehead to force jealous men to see how beautiful my wife is," I confirmed. We both sat up as I handed her the knife. "You first."

She gently but deeply cut a small E under my eye. I returned the favor, carving my little R on her cheek.