Bolton Rising Part 71 - Gregor, Melly, Ramsay & Arya

"I still don't understand why you want to stay here for the weekend," Gregor grumbled while typing away on his computer, searching through a blacklist of secure military grade dog breeders. He needed a batch of suitable puppies to replace the dogs that had been killed at Ramsay Bolton's compound.

"I'm tired of being fussed over," Ramsay replied with an annoyed glare. "The Bastard Boys are acting like a bunch of mother hens, and even with my pet's delicious mouth around my cock for comfort, being stuck in bed all day has lost its appeal. I want new scenery and time away with Arya. Besides, what do you care? You got plenty of room in this place to host some company."

"I wouldn't have minded if you had at least given me a call first and asked, Bastard. I doubt Melly finds your presence comforting, even if you did bring the girl along for socializing. But you need to quit leering at my wife before I gouge your eyes out with my thumbs." The Mountain peered away from the monitor to see that Ramsay wasn't paying attention to him. Instead, the Bastard of Bolton had his predatory gaze focused on the black tuft of fur running between his boots and under the desk, before reappearing upon Gregor's lap with a tiny meow.

"What the hell is that?" Ramsay locked eyes with the furry beast as it pounced towards him across the tabletop, knocking papers over in a playful challenge, then scrambling back to the safety of the Mountain.

"It's a cat. I'm sure you've heard of them," Clegane answered, picking up the fearless daredevil with his large hand. "Woman, come in here and fetch Isis before our guest flays her for disobedience."

Ramsay only watched, observing the silly antics of the feline with his supposedly bad ass enforcer. "What's next? Children?" He scoffed in disbelief, while lighting up a cigarette, craving the missed nicotine, yet the pleasure of such indulgence only turned into painful coughing. "Fuck the gods..." Bolton leaned back in his seat, cradling healing ribs as a line of sweat broke out upon his forehead.

"Now those things will kill you," Gregor mocked in return. "I'm sure Qyburn didn't even give you clearance for smokes. Hand them over, Bastard."

Ramsay flipped his friend off in reply, before snuffing out the cigarette and giving up his secret stash. He rose from the chair with difficulty and walked across the room with the aid of a cane, glaring out the window. "I can't continue to look weak in front of my men, these females, and now you too. I want to be myself again."

"You're not weak. You're just injured, Bastard. There's a difference," Clegane responded with a more concerned tone, before giving a soft sigh of defeat, knowing he'll probably regret this later. "Stay as long as you like, I'll get your ass back into shape."

While Gregor and Ramsay talked in the study, Melly had taken Arya out to sit on the patio. As the two girls chatted and enjoyed the afternoon sun, they could hear the low tones of the men through the open window. Sipping from a tall glass of iced tea, Melly thought about how normal this scene must appear, and yet, as she made conversation with Arya, her hands were trembling and she couldn't quite catch her breath. What was Ramsay Bolton doing here? Why had he come and what did he want with them? There was no denying that the Bolton Bastard still terrified her. Now here he was, and according to Arya, he would be staying.

"Would you like anything else? Some more iced tea?" she asked the younger girl, nervously pouring more before Arya had a chance to answer, smiling as the brown eyed girl accepted the glass and took another sip. Melly liked Arya. In fact, she could see a bit of herself in Ramsay's new pet. Quiet, feminine, eager to please, the two brunettes were similar in more than just looks. They could have been sisters. Perhaps she's the closest I'll ever have to a sister now, she thought. Their experiences with Ramsay Bolton gave them a closeness that most sisters would never have.

"This is such beautiful spot, and so peaceful," Arya said, looking out across the expanse of green fields behind the house. "How wonderful to be able to sit outside like this." She tilted her head back and watched the clouds drift slowly across the sky. "I can't remember the last time I was able to relax and feel the sun on my face. It hasn't been safe to be out in the open for us. Not since..."

"I know," Melly answered, not wanting her to have to relive the events she had suffered through as of late. Gregor had filled her in on the destruction of Ramsay's complex and all that had followed. "You won't have to worry here." She didn't mention how she'd used to feel safe here too. How she'd felt so well protected until Sandor Clegane had come into her world and shattered her sense of safety. And now Ramsay was here...

All of a sudden, Melly heard Gregor calling from the study, yelling for her to come get her kitten. "No, no, sit and relax," she told Arya when the younger girl made to rise and follow her. "I won't be long."

Hurrying into the house, the cool air felt soft on her sun-warmed skin. She made her way quickly to the study, hearing the men's voices getting louder as she approached. "Here I am," she called out before entering, so as not to interrupt. Years of training had stayed with her and she knew better than to surprise the Bolton Bastard. Stepping slowly into the room, she stopped just inside the doorway, wary of coming any closer to her former Master.

Gregor held up the playful kitten to his lover, watching her closely as Melly fidgeted by the door. "I've agreed to let Ramsay and his girl stay with us for awhile as long as it's all right with you. Though I'd rather keep Arya and toss the Bastard out. I'm sure Isis would agree." The Mountain smirked as the cat gave a tiny meow in agreement while Ramsay glared.

"Of course they should stay with us," Melly answered, still not looking directly at Ramsay Bolton, although she could feel him looking her over without restraint. "You're both welcome here, any time," she said softly as she crossed the room to retrieve the kitten from her husband.

The Bastard of Bolton raked his pale eyes over his former pet, daring the girl to join in on the teasing. "I've trained your wife better than to insult guests," Ramsay replied proudly, easily stripping her of clothing in his mind, remembering Melly's naked body and the way she responded to his touch. "Of course, I'm sure some correction is needed after such a long absence. Where's your dungeon?"

Clegane rose from his desk, towering over Ramsay with a dark frown. "We have no need for such things here, Bastard. You'll have to entertain yourself with the movie room, the pool, or the gym. That's if you can keep up with me."

Melly felt a surge of triumph as she caught a look of surprise flash across Ramsay's face. No dungeon here. No need for punishments. Her life was so different now. She was safe. However, the triumph was strangely tinged with a feeling of guilt, as though it was still possible for her to disappoint her Master. He was right in that he had trained her well. There was still a connection between them, that, try as she might, she could not deny. When the car had pulled up to the house and Ramsay had emerged, Melly's first reaction was fear, but that was quickly mixed with concern as she saw the weakened state of the Bastard. Gregor had told her that Ramsay had been badly hurt, but she hadn't truly believed that anything could hurt such a creature. To see him in pain and unwell should have pleased her, but instead, her heart hurt for him.

"Arya and I are going to get dinner started in a few minutes. I'll need to do a grocery run soon but we have plenty of steak and potatoes. We can have a salad and some roasted vegetables. Is there anything else you'd like?" Melly asked. "I'll bring you both some iced tea before we get started." Feeding Gregor was a job in itself, as he had to eat so much and so often because of his size, but now, seeing Ramsay looking so unlike himself, she had the sudden urge to feed him too and nurse him back to full health, even if she didn't want to get too close to him.

"Hmm... You've turned her into the perfect little housewife. How amusing." Ramsay smirked softly at Gregor, ignoring the giant's intimidating wrath. "Very well, I'll play along." The Bastard of Bolton strolled past Melly, feeling more tired than he outwardly portrayed. "Have my pet bring the drink upstairs. I need to make a call, then I shall retire till dinner."

When Arya came into the kitchen, she found Melly pouring tall glasses of iced tea for Ramsay and Gregor. Melly's back was turned. She was dressed in a pale yellow sundress. The tiny black kitten ran around her bare feet and a late afternoon sunbeam illuminated her chestnut hair. Arya was struck suddenly that they were two versions of the same person. In a different world, she might have lived like this. A home to take care of, dinner to prepare. How she envied Melly and the safety of her life with Gregor. And yet, although it was unpredictable and fraught with danger, she would not give up her life with Ramsay. Not for anything in the world. For the present, however, it would be fun to make believe that she was a part of this world. "How can I help?" she asked, as Melly dropped lemon wedges into the glasses. 

"Oh, Arya." Melly turned, smiling, and held out a glass to her. "Ramsay's gone to rest for a bit. He'd like you to bring this up to him. I'll take care of dinner. You look after him, make sure he has everything he needs." 

"Of course." She accepted the glass and turned to go, then stopped for a moment. "Melly... thank you. I know this must have been a bit of a shock, our sudden arrival. I'm so grateful to you and Gregor for welcoming us."

Melly's smile wavered, but only for a second. She was well trained, indeed. "Really, it's no trouble at all. It's good for Gregor and for Ramsay. And it'll be awfully nice to have you here to talk to! I'm glad you're here with me. Now go on, before your... before Ramsay gets impatient. You're in the guest suite, top of the stairs, turn left, last door on the right." 

Arya made her way through the house and up the wide staircase. While not quite as big as Ramsay's homes, the Clegane house was certainly spacious. When they'd arrived, she'd noticed that the iron gate at the front of the property seemed to be very new, and that the front door had been recently replaced. Now, as she reached the top of the stairs and looked down the hall to her right, she saw that the door to the master suite was also brand new. Her curiosity piqued, she wondered if it would be too forward to ask Melly about this later on. 

Following the hallway to the left, she entered the guest suite, stepping into a bright, comfortable sitting room. Crossing to the door opposite and knocking softly, she pushed it open and found Ramsay reclined on the king sized bed. "There you are, Master," she said softly, placing the glass on the bedside table. "I brought you some iced tea. What else can I do for you? Let me close the curtains so you can rest a little." 

The corner room was quite large and lushly furnished with shades of blue and gold. French doors opened onto a small balcony over a hot tub and an Olympic-sized pool, and three windows offered views of the gardens and fields around the house. Arya went to each window and door to draw the heavy curtains. In the distance, she could see the high stone wall that circled the property, keeping its inhabitants safe from the world outside. 

“You seem very pleased to be here, pet,” Ramsay commented as he watched the girl sigh and marvel at the vistas offered by each view to the outside. “We’ll have plenty of time to go exploring around. I’ve already called and told the Bastard Boys we’ll be staying here for a while. After such a long departure, I crave my pet’s attentions all to myself.” He smirked while motioning for the girl to come onto the bed, his pale eyes darkening with lust as Arya began to strip off her clothing. "Besides, they can always order out from the Dreadfort Club for amusement.” Ramsay held the girl by the chin as she crawled closer on all fours, sliding his thumb provocatively over her soft plump lips before slipping it between them and letting Arya suckle. “It's time for my medicine, pet, then I can have a peaceful nap with you in my arms."

Arya sucked on Ramsay's thumb for a moment longer, then lowered her head and began to gently kiss and nibble at his stiff cock through his jeans. She could feel her Master's hands tangling in her hair as she unbuttoned his fly, liberating his cock, kissing harder and licking hungrily. The pet smiled as her Master groaned and shifted his hips, pushing himself harder against her lips. Pulling back, her soft brown eyes filled with desire, Arya moved to straddle the Bolton Bastard. Clad only in her bra and panties, she moved her hips, feeling his erect cock pushing between her folds, only a strip of delicate black silk preventing him from sliding into her wet heat. Arya took Ramsay's hand in hers and guided it to her breast, sighing as he slid his thumb under the fabric, stimulating her already hardened nipple. "Let me take care of you," she whispered. "I know exactly what you need, and there's nothing that makes me happier than being alone with you." 

"Don't think for a moment because we're here, you can do as you please, girl," Ramsay replied, rolling them over and pinning Arya underneath him with a stern glare. "The Mountain may give his woman free reign, but you are still attached to my leash." He smirked, rising to his knees as his hard cock glistened with pre-cum from the tip. "Open your mouth and do as I say." The Master tore away his pet's covering, leering down at Arya's tits while his cock slipped between her delicate lips, grasping a handful of soft hair to yank her head forward. "You'll never return to your old life. You belong to me."

Her moment of bravery had passed and Arya willingly complied with her Master's order. Reflexively, she yielded to him as his hips moved forward, pushing his cock deeper into her willing mouth. There was no resistance from her, only the desire to obey as she reached up to cup and massage his balls with one hand, pleased when Ramsay grunted with pleasure in response. He pushed deeper still, causing her to gag a little, the angle making it difficult for her to take him in as deeply as his hips were urging her to. She tightened her lips around his thick shaft in compensation, increasing her suction and using her tongue to glide over and around his bulbous head.

The Bastard of Bolton fucked Arya's mouth, thrusting till his pulsating cock slipped down her throat easily, groaning with pleasure from the slippery wet heat. The way his pet moaned and drooled all over his shaft in response made Ramsay's balls ache for release. He came as Arya manipulated his sac, cradling and squeezing, milking the hot white seed from her Master. Ramsay stared down with his pale eyes, watching his pet lick the cream from her lips, her hand stroking his sensitized cock, kissing the last weeping drops from the slit. "My own sweet kitten." Bolton grinned, stroking Arya's hair and down her face. "I will have to buy you a collar and tail, then show you off to the Mountain."
 

"Thank you, Master! I would like that very much!" The girl smiled up at him in response, overcome with happiness at such high praise from her keeper. She licked until she was sure she had cleaned up every last drop, kissing, nuzzling, lovingly stroking with a gentle, expert touch. She was so proud to belong to this man, so incredibly in love with everything about him. He was her world and her only concern was that she please him. Ramsay came to settle beside her, gathering her into his arms as he lay back on the bed. Arya curled under his arm, wrapping her leg around his and rested her cheek against his chest. She loved hearing the sound of his heart beating steadily, feeling the warmth and vitality of him as he held her close. Ramsay's breathing slowed and evened as he drifted into sleep, but Arya stayed awake, just content to be in his arms, grateful to be back with the man she loved once more.