Granted

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Granted

Ramsay found his eyes closing letting out a long exhale as he tried to unwind, but he couldn't stop his mind from racing over the knowledge that his belief on how the night would proceed was in no way going according to what he'd hoped and imagined. Why should he have ever expected as much? He groused inwardly, it wasn't as if he'd ever gotten what he wanted on his terms, they were always on Sansa's terms now; it was the fate he'd been given after his sorrowful defeat. His thoughts turned ever bitter as he silently continued to brood feeling a mix of unhappiness and self-pity. It was hard not to feel sorry for himself knowing that following what should have been a wonderful exploration of one another's bodies turned into a pending sentence looming overhead. Ramsay wanted to set these emotions aside and enjoy his time here and now, but the very idea of what was to come was niggling at him to a point he could think of nothing else.

Sansa must have taken note of the sour look he held as he felt her take hold of his ankle giving him a rough tug that had Ramsay gasp, eyes flaring open in surprise, as both arms flailed to grab the sides of the tub to make sure the force of her yank didn't pull him under water. Sansa stated tightly, "Stop it."

Ramsay's eyebrows knitted together as he gave Sansa an incredulous glare, "What? I wasn't doing anything!" Sansa fixed him with a glare of her own clipping back, "You know very well what I'm referring to; you're sitting over there all doom and gloom as if you hadn't brought this on yourself, Ramsay. If you feel no contrition than I'll have to doubly ensure that you do. I have already told you that if you cannot let it go so that we may enjoy ourselves here and now, then perhaps I need to take care of your punishment first."

Sansa clasped the edges of the tub orienting herself to rise, and as she began lifting herself from the waters, Ramsay's hand shot out to clutch her wrist as he cried out, "No!" His eyes had grown feral and anxious, and realizing he had a hold over her wrist, and she was staring down at him dangerously, Ramsay retracted his hand as if her flesh had burned him, "I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!" His stare was imploring her to halt, and Sansa found herself heeding to the vulnerability that she saw within his expression. Ramsay continued hurriedly having gotten her full attention, "I'm having a hard time relaxing knowing you've plans to harm me right after any pleasure we share!"

"Hurt you, yes, but I'll not harm you," Sansa interjected, and Ramsay's expression turned from apprehensive to puzzled as he shouted, "What's the difference?" Sansa used the leverage she held on the sides of the tub to drift her body closer to Ramsay's landing her knees on either side of his inner thighs as Ramsay involuntarily scuttled backwards to press his frame up fully against the tub's back clinging to the walls tightly as she continued to bring her face nearer. She walked her knees forward securing Ramsay in place before releasing her own hold on the sides of the tub. She leaned forward cupping his face gently on either side of his jaw to draw Ramsay closer until their faces were inches apart.

Ramsay shifted jerkily wholly unsure of what his mild defiance may have cost him; her advancement worried him now that she may be becoming increasingly peeved with his recent boldness which didn't bode well for him Ramsay was sure. What did her statement even mean? Her terminology landed upon his ears like that of a foreign language. To Ramsay, pain and suffering were all a part of the same dynamic, and this bleeding line of care interlaced with giving pain still threw him for a mental loop. When he looked into Sansa's eyes, they were unreadable other than to compare her to a predator cornering its prey, but that was more the impression Ramsay comprehended over any particular expression she gave. Sansa wasn't lashing out against him or giving Ramsay a cruel smirk to taunt him further, instead she kissed his forehead lightly stating in a half whisper, "It makes all the difference, Ramsay."

Ramsay felt himself calming slightly given the melodious tone she spoke with alongside her soft hands centering his focus on her, but it did not drive away the sinking feeling in his gut that he would still be facing something highly unpleasant in the near future, and in need to vent this frustration he now moped turning his face to look away from Sansa's penetrating gaze, "I don't see there being much difference in it. It leads to the same ends where I suffer by your design."

Sansa assured, "It will be no more than a spanking by my hand alone, no strap unless you continue to be obstinate," Ramsay shifted his sights up to glower his disapproval which lent to a soft chuckle from Sansa due to the fact Ramsay was effectively sulking now. Her lip curled into a soft grin, "You know you're awfully cute when you pout."

Ramsay's scowl deepened as he stated defensively, "I'm not pouting, I'm displeased." Sansa's smile widened at Ramsay's increasing annoyance, "Yes, I can see that." Her hands held his face more firmly, "Now it's time to get over it," Sansa stated sternly as she took on a more serious expression raising her brow to denote she expected his compliance, "Are we clear?"

His lip twitched cautiously as Ramsay plainly caught the shift in Sansa's demeanor, and not wishing to make things worse on himself than a simple spanking, he reluctantly nodded. Sansa seemed to visibly relax upon his evident agreement as she pulled his lips to hers kissing Ramsay fully on the mouth. Coming up for air several kisses later she breathed out a husky, "Good, Ramsay. There's much I wish to do to you before and much after." Her hands swept down the length of his back pulling Ramsay up to meet her as Sansa walked her knees forward further to send Ramsay's legs out to drift on to either side of her hips bringing their groins flush together as she gently laid Ramsay back against the sloping head board.

Caught in the rapture of Sansa's sexual energy Ramsay found himself growing hard again feeling her taut body colliding with his as her mound rubbed against his shaft and balls causing the waters to rush around them in lapping waves to their rocking bodies. Her hard nipples brushed across his chest with every sway, and Ramsay desperately fought the urge to pull Sansa aggressively to him. Ramsay let out a small whimper of want, and Sansa answered his plea by pushing herself more powerfully against him. All the water between them vacated leaving their figures to meld into one another in a gyrating furious rotation of shared passion.

Sansa's hand wound possessively into Ramsay's hair connecting to the nape of his neck to haul him to her hungry mouth with lips swollen from the voracious kisses she placed eagerly upon him. She left Ramsay in a fever of desire heady and needy for all that Sansa would give him. Every planted kiss riled a deep seeded craving to define the depths of coming closer to mutual climax. Ramsay moaned in pleasure as Sansa's hand moved down the curvature of his ribs wrenching at his side to slip further down Ramsay's lithe form to grasp his hip and pull his small frame up against her abdomen placing him effectively to sit on her lap. Ramsay found himself jerking his cock against her soft belly enjoying the medium of the water mixed with the pressure of their two bodies flattened tightly to the other; it created a unique friction that felt like penetration. Sansa's hand braced at the small of Ramsay's back slowly inching down to clasp his ass, and it was then that Ramsay's eyes shot open in alarm.

Sansa's undertakings never wavered though as she pulled Ramsay tighter to her continuing the same erotic grinding motion against his pelvis. Ramsay stiffened in her arms his erection going flaccid as her fingers made their way to slide down the crevice of his ass and to his defenseless opening. She had Ramsay raised and spread in a manner that now gave Sansa easy access to plunge her fingers into him, and at the angle he was positioned, back arched and legs on either side of her planted knees, Ramsay had no way to physically resist her if she wanted to take him in such a way.

Her fingers stroked his sensitive rim in a gentle fashion as Sansa cooed in a sultry manner, "I can tell the swelling has gone down. I was really hoping you'd be healed for me upon my return. I've touched myself thinking of you being fit to handle my desires."

A culminating dread coursed through Ramsay to hear the avarice Sansa rasped out as she continued to roughly pull his frame into hers in a note of her burgeoning excitement to have him in this way. Sansa's forefinger pushed solidly against his entrance to a point that Ramsay could feel her finger embedding in enough to feel uncomfortable, she wasn't going to stop, and then it happened, her finger breeched the safety of the outer perimeter to actually penetrate him. Ramsay whimpered again, but this time it was not with desire but distress, "No please, Sansa!" He didn't know what more to say to get across his trepidation of how what she was doing to him made him feel.

Sansa was ravenous though, and her voice took on a different timbre in her unadulterated excitement of what she was doing to Ramsay. "Calm yourself, Ramsay," her finger wormed deeper into him as she murmured, "I will give you pleasure to, but I need you to give yourself to me now."

He whined pitiably, "I can't! Please! Not like this!" Ramsay didn't know why, but for Sansa to violate him this way shook him to his core, and he felt instantly on the verge of tears. Hearing the warble in his voice, Sansa stilled in alarm, retracted her finger from him quickly, and squeezed Ramsay to her as a rush of guilt enveloped her. Sansa soothed, "It's okay; I'm… I'm sorry."

Her words were not helping Ramsay to keep his composure as he sucked in a breath feeling weak and degenerate by her immediate coddling but unwilling to retreat from it either. Ramsay couldn't bring himself to speak, but he found himself needing reassurance and seeking her comfort by allowing her to just hold him while he leaned his head into her chest. Ramsay fought back the urge to cry as images and sensations of that awful night she'd had him raped several times over flashed a cold wash of detachment and loss of control through him. That wasn't happening now! His mind chided him, but something within what Sansa had done, holding him where he'd been helpless to stop her followed by her forcing herself inside him, had triggered that memory in Ramsay making him instantly a psychological mess.

Sansa felt him shudder in her grasp and though he did not cry, she felt his mental anguish all the same. She whispered in hurried breaths, "I'm sorry, Ramsay, I'm sorry! I should have asked if you were ready. Please, forgive me!" Sansa clutched Ramsay understanding fully from having been a rape victim herself what she'd just done to him by the way that he'd reacted; her chest heaved deeply as tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. How could she do this to him? She knew better, but she let her own sexual desires culminate past the breaking point of rationality to recklessly do what she thought she was strong enough to control. She had been wrong.

Hearing Sansa profusely apologize had Ramsay grow numb in indecision, He hadn't expected her to stop even though deep down he knew she now cared for him. Why wouldn't he expect her to stop? She held off when he'd been hurting as a courtesy, but that was no longer the case. Physically he could take whatever she chose to give. That was a quandary that left Ramsay to silently ponder, but more so what weighed on him now was that Sansa had stopped. She heard him, she heard his call for clemency and without hesitation granted it to him; more so she apologized for hurting him after having done it signifying she hadn't done so on purpose. Ramsay closed his eyes tightly working through what this revelation meant to him, and when he'd decided, he murmured, "It's okay." Ramsay brought his face away from her chest to stare up pointedly into Sansa's frantic tear-filled eyes, and her concern filled him with a spreading warmth as he reached up to place his own hand gently against Sansa's cheek, "You're okay… we're okay."

Ramsay found himself smiling at her, and Sansa's face still held a mixture of worry and remorse as she choked back a grateful sob drawing him closer to impart the tightest hug that they'd ever shared. Ramsay found himself disquieted by the strength that she held him to her, and to feel this side of her made him slacken in her grip letting go a sigh of comfort. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but to have Sansa show him such a deep affection pulled at something within him that made him feel something he'd never felt before. Ramsay couldn't put his finger on it, but whatever it was, it felt safe and profoundly satisfying.

They remained this way for some time before Ramsay swallowed nervously stating something never in a million years he thought would leave his lips, "You… you can do it, just… just take it slow okay?" Sansa blinked letting Ramsay loose enough from her hold that she was able to take in his face once more. His eyes stared back at her seriously, and her heart beat furiously in her chest as her own eyes searched his face as if she'd heard him wrong, "Are you sure?" Sansa asked timidly, and Ramsay gave a sardonic chuckle, "Of course not, but I'll do it anyway… for you."

Ramsay's willingness to give this to her sent a wave of electricity through Sansa, and she shot forward to crush her lips into his almost painfully before retracting to place a flurry of butterfly kisses on both cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his forehead. Ramsay laughed under the onslaught of her tenderness beaming from within and soaking up every bit of affection Sansa requited upon him for his generous offer. Ramsay still was in shock that he'd agreed to as much, but some part of him just wanted to make Sansa happy. If Sansa would continue to display such avid adoration upon him as she did now, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

Ramsay gulped nervously as he felt Sansa lay him back against the head rest; his eyes never left Sansa's face as she carefully maneuvered each of his legs to drape over the tub's edges. This left Ramsay wholly exposed, propped in front of her where Sansa could easily gain access to what she wished to take from him. He let out a long stilted breath, thinking of what was to come next; it wasn't any easier now having given her permission Ramsay realized as he was still rather uncomfortable with the idea of being penetrated. Ramsay knew that Sansa could take him in this way regardless of his given authorization (she had told him before she had left on her journey that she planned to have him this way for her pleasure when he'd healed) but the fact that she wanted his consent knowing he very well could have denied her now meant far more to him than she could know. She was giving him a choice, one of the first ones he'd been granted in their sexual explorations since he'd become hers; he truly was hers, and the truth of the matter was that he now wanted to be hers.

This dawning realization struck a chord in Ramsay as Sansa's hands stroked down the length of his thighs to brush feather like caresses across his balls and shaft. Every motion she made with her artful fingertips over his member sent an erotic shiver to cascade into his core. Ramsay grew stiff quickly under her ministrations bobbing frustratingly as he became more aroused. He wanted to cum so badly, and Sansa was touching him in the most provocative manner drawing his face flush with desire. Her hands moved from his cock around his thighs and down the curvature of his ass as Ramsay whimpered his disapproval staring down into the waters but unable to see what she was doing to him over to just feel it.

Sansa's hands glided down placing her thumbs on his entrance, and Ramsay shivered looking to the ceiling and trying his best to allow his body to stop tensing. Sansa didn't push any of her digits into him as Ramsay had expected and instead continued to lightly rub at the very sensitive skin there in a delicate fashion. Ramsay found himself clenching involuntarily as Sansa did this (even though clamping would afford him no beneficial restriction to an incursion with the way that he was placed spread before Sansa) but the more she stroked him in rapid succession trailing up under and over his balls with every caress, Ramsay found himself lost in the pleasurable sensation massaging his rectum was causing. Sansa was attentive seeing the slight gyrations and tremors her touches were causing and moved one hand back to pulling at his length while the other remained brushing against his opening until she'd timed them together perfectly as Ramsay's body jerked in conjunction to her rhythm.

Ramsay groaned working his cock in her hand furiously and barely registered that her thumb now pressed more directly against his asshole moving in rapid circles that continued to stimulate the nerve endings. Sansa pushed a little harder little by little until she broke through the outer wall to pierce him internally sending Ramsay's eyes to flutter open and a choked wheeze to escape his throat. His erection began to slacken, but Sansa picked up her speed bringing him back up in mere moments. She maneuvered her thumb in a sweeping side to side motion within him gently prodding forward until her whole thumb was inserted deeply as she rotated it exploring Ramsay in an intimate fashion that left him keening from both her hands simultaneous manipulations both inside him and to his wanting cock. His balls tightened, and the blood rushed to his face as Ramsay screamed out his orgasm in a guttural declaration of ecstasy.

Ramsay's eyes were staring widely at the ceiling panting as the ebbing euphoria faded, and Sansa slowly removed her thumb from inside of him. He shuddered absently feeling her hand still softly massaging his now growing flaccid member. His eyes shot down to see his chest was spattered with his own seed; he'd came hard, harder than he'd ever remembered. Ramsay's gaze lifted to Sansa's triumphant grin, and he found himself flushing in shame as he looked away quickly to stare into the tub's waters. He had climaxed while she did that to him… Ramsay didn't know how to feel about that other than that some part of him that he hadn't realized could be taken from him had.

Sansa tenderly pulled each leg back into the warmth of the tub, and Ramsay grunted suddenly feeling the stiffness being contorted in such a fashion had brought upon him as he once more shifted his body alongside the back of the tub letting himself slump wearily against its frame. Sansa drew her hand up to take his chin in hand and gently pulled his gaze up to hers. "Thank you, Ramsay. You don't know how what you've given me this night has made me most pleased," Sansa smiled gratefully at him kissing him passionately and pulling away with an impossible grin that stretched the entirety of her face as her cheeks blossomed with a glow that Ramsay had never witnessed cross her features. What Ramsay saw reflected back at him he couldn't describe but it filled him with an inner elation to behold. It felt like the breeze on a warm summer's day, and he decided then that he'd give her the world if she asked for it.