Over the course of the next few weeks Petyr Baelish continued to have the small 'meetings' with me until one day he decided that he could not take it any longer and told me that I was no longer available to the patrons.
"And why have you decided this Lord Baelish?" I question though I already know the answer.
"Because....I want you to myself. I've fully realised why the men and women love you so very much. These little tastes I keep getting of you are not enough. From this moment on you will be my own personal whore. I will make the announcement at dawn for now let us continue." He said before he kissed me deeply.
Though I had a feeling this was bound to happen the thought of being the 'personal whore' to Littlefinger did not sit right with me. It did not sit right as I took his cock down my throat. It did not sit right as I fucked myself on his cock while I called out his name. It did not sit right as I fell asleep in his bed that night and when I awoke the next morning as he was making the announcement. It just did not sit right. It felt as though he only saw me as a whore and nothing more, as though he did not see me as a person.
And when I finally met Sansa Stark it made sense. He did not see me as anything more than a whore because that is what I was, not to only him but to the rest of the world as well. I was seen in his brothel once and now I was labled a whore though I had never slept with anyone before King's Landing. I could see it in his eyes as he intorduced me with a smile and I could see it in her eyes as she greeted me. Neither of them had seen the scowl on my face as I bowed to Lady Stark.
Later when we had returned to the brothel I hadn't said a word. At least not since I had bid Lady Stark a good night.
"Asten? Are you alright? You didn't say a word all evening." Petyr asked when we entered his room.
"I am alright, just simply tired. Good night Lord Baelish." I bowed.
"Are you not staying?"
"Why would I? I am a whore and whores don't spend the night." I say as I leave him alone.
He might see me as nothing more than a whore now but I will make sure he won't see me as that for much longer.
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Whores Are Good For The Soul (Game Of Thrones boyxboy)
Romance"I don't love you! Asten why can't you get that through your thick skull!" He yelled. "I've gotten it through my 'thick skull' my problem is I thought I could prove it wrong." I snapped without thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Petyr Baelish is a well-known...
