**WARNING: GRAPHIC SCENE AHEAD. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR**
My bedroom is a simple quiet space. The corner is one large four poster bed, the mattress covered in a plush duvet and too many pillows. The floor is the same cold stone that adorns the rest of the building, and unlike the other rooms, I'd removed the rug. The feel of the rock against the soles of my feet had helped to quiet the noise ever since I was a little girl. It could have been 100 degrees or frozen ice and I wouldn't give up contact. The silence was worth any discomfort.
There's a large unadorned fireplace in the far corner, always lit, even in the summer. This section of my patron's home tends to remain cool, he told me once it was a quality of the stone it had been built from. The same stone that guarded me from the thoughts of the townspeople that invaded my mind every time I left his home. In the opposite corner is my dressing area comprised of a large vanity, a garment rack and a privacy shield which hid a large porcelain claw foot tub from view.
In the center of the room, across from the bed, is a large window overlooking hillside. You could almost see the dip in the trees you'd follow to find the cave if you looked hard enough.
Pulling off my soft leather boots and slipping into a sheer night gown, I curled up in bed with a book. My coverlet is warm and the nightgown clings to me lightly because of the sweat but I love the heat. The sun had gone down and I had no appetite for dinner or acceptable answers for my host. A good book could quench any hunger better than a meal. So I let myself slip into it, until eventually the tension left my shoulders and with the thunk of my book hitting the floor, I drifted off to sleep.
The dawn was cold and distant when I heard Sheila lightly crying in the corridor. Her thoughts louder than her tears. Their sounds so muddled that their meaning was far beyond me.
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The bells struck three times when I woke up to feel his hot breath on my cheek. I froze, it smelt strongly of liquor, and I did my best to continue to pretend I was sleeping. If I'm asleep maybe he'll just leave me be.
How do I get out of this alive?
His calloused finger started to graze at my jaw, trailing lightly along my skin. Soft circles that dipped lower, and then lower until his hand slipped under the almost sheer fabric of my nightgown. His left had took my breast, cupping it, and pinching at the nipple. I try to jerk away on instinct and then lay there, frozen. The terror clawing deep in my belly. Too afraid to even breathe. He chuckled slowly, the sound echoing in his chest.
How do I get out of this alive?
"You're mine" He whispers huskily into my hair, "mine", he continues, climbing fully on top of me. His weight, at least twice my own, holding down my limbs. I feel instead of see him, my eyes pressed firmly shut, refusing to open. I can hear his knife slicing through the fabric of my gown to expose my naked body underneath. His drunk hands knick my skin while he does it, little rivulets of blood against the snow white skin of my breasts.
How do I get out of this alive?
Petyr laps up the blood with his tongue, grinding his clothed pelvis against my naked flesh.
"P-please my lord, stop." I whisper, afraid. He ignores me. In my mind my arms are strong, and I shove him off. I feed into that fantasy for split second before his voice shakes me out of that revery.
"You're mine." He growls again, his mouth moves down to my left nipple and he takes it in his mouth, suckling. The stubble on his chin cuts at me while he takes more of my breast into his mouth, almost like he'd devour me whole if he could.
How do I get out of this alive?
"Please my lord, stop, I am not your wife, you should not be touching me in this intimate manner." I try again to push him off but his body weight holds me down as my arms flail, unsuccessfully, under his hold. His tongue traces my nipple with light flicks, then nibbles and then sucks hard. It's a weird feeling I don't understand but I can feel his member growing long and firm against my leg. The act of suckling me aroused him.
"Have I not earned this?" He growled into my nipple. "I've fed you, educated you and clothed you for 18 years." He continued.
"Sheila, come!" He shouts as he takes his mouth fully off my breast. The maid appears at the door with bindings, her thoughts curiously blank. Slowly she approaches me and with his help, binds each arm and leg open to the four corners of my mattress posters.
Petyr purrs with appreciation, gazing down at me, while he ushers her back out of the room with a flick of his finger. I can feel his eyes taking in every inch of me, all my curves and crevices.
How do I get out of this alive?
"That's better" Petyr growls before climbing back onto the bed, licking his way up my thigh. "I'll make you crave me, I'll make you scream and beg me for more until the only thing you can do — the only thing you would ever want to do is marry me." He whispers huskily, his face between my legs.
Thats when I feel his tongue. The velvety surface licking my opening like a cat lapping up milk. Slowly tracing himself from the bottom all the way up. Small kisses until the top where he traces his tongue and then flicks — my whole body spasms reacting to his unwanted touch.
I'm sobbing, tears actively drenching my pillows. Nobody here will help me. Nobody here wants to help me. He's going to rape me.
How do I get out of this alive?
He starts to alternate between tracing symbols I don't know or understand with his tongue and sucking… While he does, a feeling starts to build in my belly, a feeling I've never had before. He's acting like I'm a feast and he's a famished man.
How do I get out of this alive?
The feeling continues to build and the strokes of his tongue grow more frantic in their pace. My body shakes and I can hear him purr with pride.
At their peak, with every ounce of my gift, I cry out into the sky to anyone listening.
Help me, please, help me escape this. I will owe you a great debt.
Petyr looks up satisfied as I cry and he flicks at my clit with one of calloused fingers while I shake, pulling against my bonds. Before standing up. My face blotchy, red, and swollen from my unheeded tears.
He calls over the maid again and I can hear things being knocked over but everything sounds so far away, before I feel pressure on the bed again. This time though, three weights. A mouth on each nipple and his tongue back licking between my most intimate lips.
He starts again murmuring his secrets into my clitoris, tracing runes and sucking. Again I feel it build in my belly. He takes me there, to the edge of my sanity and as I shake and cum all over his face, I can feel the rumble of his laughter on his lips. He relishes in my wetness and drinks deeply of me.
But this time he doesn't stop as I cry and shake, he just keeps going. My body feels like white hot fire, as I convulse under his tongue, shaking and crying out in… pleasure.
"Stop, please" I manage to gasp. To my surprise, he does. So too do the mouths on my nipples.
"You're mine, I will stop when I'm bored of you but I'm still hungry and you taste sweet, like honey." He growls. His fingers dig into my thigh and then with some force trace their way down to my wetness. They're calloused and meaty and I gasp when he slips one inside me.
It doesn't hurt but there's a pressure there, like it's something too big for the opening. I hear him moan. "You're so tight" he growls, and then the mouths are back on my nipples, licking or sucking.
I can feel him moving his finger around inside of me, exploring me like a new toy. Then his mouth is back on me, licking at my clit again. His finger resting there, unmoving while I move around it, twitching each time his tongue hits a nerve. As I cum over and over again he starts to pump his finger in and out of me slowly, dragging it up on an angle like he's clawing at my nerve from the inside. Then I feel it. Like a rock that produces a spark and he's rubbed at another nerve.
He seems to feel it too because his hand shifts and he starts rubbing at it from inside me. My body reacts quicker now, clenching around his finger and before I realize I'm doing it I let out a piercing scream. Convulsing, shaking and crying.
His laugh is deep and satisfied as I lay there shaking, my mind finally and truly blank.
"Begone" I hear him growl at the mouths on my nipples and they quietly disengage. The cold air where their bodies were feels like a refreshing breeze against my hot, bruised, bare skin.
I feel him slip his finger out from inside of me and stand up. Terror curls in my belly as I hear fabric fall to the floor.
"I'm not done with you yet." He murmurs, wiping his face with the back of his arm, his eyes fixated on my wet heat spreading all over the mattress with a slow appreciative smile.
But the room remains cold and I hear him head towards the garderobe adjacent to my room.