Hello hello my lovies! I don't intend to add much more to Arya and Eric's story at this time, but I'll probably return every now and then to post a couple one-offs of D/s scenes when the urge hits me or life inspires me. I hope you enjoy this last chapter, and I appreciate all of you who took the time to vote and comment :)
~Gaelen
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Morning light drifted in through the tall, narrow windows, illuminating the couple sprawled on the furs. The fire had died, and the floor was covered in wax where the candles had burned themselves out, having overflowed the catch underneath them. The lovers huddled close to each other as they woke slowly, Eric clasping Arya to his side as she nuzzled against him and mumbled sleepily. A ray of light was shining on her face and Eric followed the light, running his fingers across the planes of her face tenderly until she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
"Good morning, honey bee," he murmured, pulling her leg over him so that it was laying atop his hard shaft. He lazily thrust against her thigh as Arya ran her hands over his chest and cheekily pinched his nipples. Eric squirmed and allowed Arya to disentangle herself from his arms.
"Put something on, I need a quick wash," she requested. Eric grumbled a bit at being made to move, but his own bladder was crying out and he pulled on a robe as Arya tugged on the rope, setting off a small bell that the servants would hear.
After only a moment, a footman knocked. Eric told the man to prepare a bath and fetch Arya's maid, and the footman nodded sharply and left to do his master's bidding. When the maid arrived, the new bride let the girl in and luxuriated in the pampering that ensued. The maid seemed nervous with Eric in the room - especially since he was watching his wife bathe with open desire - but she maintained a professional demeanor and cleaned up her mistress before beating a hasty retreat.
The maid was worried for her Lady Arya, seeing the bruises spread across her mistress's skin, but she seemed unafraid of Lord Eric so the maid felt conflicted. She had heard of such strange, twisted sex acts before, and was disturbed by her mistress's apparent tolerance for the Lord's perverted treatment of her. But such things were often forced upon women, and the maid decided to wait until the Lord wasn't around so that she could offer her Lady some aid or comfort, if possible.
She would have been shocked to know that Arya had begged Eric to grip her harder, to leave her more hickies, and to ravish her with such rough treatment that she would be marked for days.
Ignoring the frequent, disturbed looks the maid shot in his direction, Eric happily ogled his wife, winking when Arya blushed. He knew that she would be embarrassed for a maid to see his overt desire, but he also knew that the lascivious attention would make her as hot and needy as he was. So he had made no move during Arya's bath to hide the erection that shamelessly tented his thin robe.
After the maid left, Eric gave his wife a firm slap on the bottom, enjoying her squeal. But he left her alone, taking her place in the bathtub and soaking for a few minutes. He enjoyed the way Arya looked in her delicate, frilly robe as she sat in front of the mirror and combed through her hair. Her movements were graceful and dreamy, and Eric knew that morning baths together would soon become a tradition for the couple. It wasn't conventional, but neither were they.
When we return to Langton I'm ordering a larger tub,
Eric decided. He would happily take the maid's place next time and soap Arya up, though he would do so
in
the tub rather than bending over the side. And he especially liked the idea of washing her hair as she nestled into his lap, slippery and warm against his naked skin.
"How did you enjoy your wedding night?" Eric asked, folding his arms over the side of the tub and catching Arya's gaze.
Arya flushed in remembered pleasure and Eric teased, "Mmm you liked it a lot, didn't you my blushing bride?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"What did you like best?"
She thought for a moment, then admitted, "I like how you say such dirty things."
Eric perked up. It was not the answer he had expected, but it was one that pleased him greatly. "And why do you like it? Is it because it makes you wet to know all of the perverted thoughts I have? To hear about the ways I want to ravage you, molest and abuse you, pleasure you until you're screaming my name?"
Arya's thighs clenched together as pulsing heat spread through her, and she nodded again, unable to take her eyes away from his devilish face.
"Or do you like it when I remind you how dirty
you
are? When I tell you that I know how sloppily you want to suck my cock, to feel my come all over your chest and your ass, or when I accuse you of being a little slut? Is that what you love, my perfect, dirty girl?"
"Yess," Arya hissed. "All of those things."
"I know," Eric replied smugly, leaning back in the water. "You're dripping for me right now, aren't you?"
His arrogance irritated and inflamed Arya. She loved that he understood her, that he appreciated her perverted side, but at the same time hated that he knew her inner thoughts and desires and could exploit them so easily. It was the knife edge she balanced on by giving her submission to him so freely and so honestly. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Yes," she answered, grudgingly this time, glad there was a towel beneath her because his words were all too true.
Eric simply chuckled affectionately and finished rinsing off. He stood, noting the way Arya's eyes instantly shifted towards him and centered hungrily on his cock, and his own pupils dilated as a rush of need flowed through him.
"Towel," he ordered.
Without comment Arya rose up and handed him one, hardly moving her eyes from his erection. He wondered if she was doing it purposefully; from the way his cock was bobbing she must know how much it turned him on to see her watching him so transparently. He knew it was purposeful when she licked her lips, still staring at him, and he groaned at the sight of it.
The noise made Arya finally look towards his face, and she grinned. "Aren't you going to dry off?" she asked innocently.
"You little imp," Eric growled, but his tone was playful and Arya winked in response before returning to the fireside.
He dried off quickly, dropping the towel negligently on the floor as he strode towards her. He knelt behind Arya and wrapped his arms around her, nibbling on her neck. She let out a soft
mmm
of pleasure and he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. She arched her back slightly and Eric murmured words of praise in her ear, then began to roll her nipples between his fingers. Her back arched further and as she pressed her breasts into his hands, and Eric bit down where her neck met her shoulder. When she gasped at the sensation he reflexively pressed his cock against her back and bit down harder. Arya let out a squeal of pain and he retreated.
"Was that too much?" he asked worriedly, shifting to a sitting position by her side and watching her face. She looked thoughtful.
"Well, I don't know," she admitted. "It hurt, and if you weren't touching me in any other way I wouldn't have liked it... but with your fingers on my nipples like that..." She met his gaze and her arousal was obvious.
The beast began to rise in Eric and he growled low in his throat.
I knew it,
it bragged triumphantly.
And it's time to let me out.
A large hand grasped Arya's chin and Eric leaned forward, mouth open as he forced her tongue to meet his. He delved deeply and she melted into him. The feeling of her giving in drove him into action.
He stood, holding out a hand. There was no mistaking his intent, and Arya took his hand with a shy smile as he pulled her up.
"Wait," she begged, removing her hand from his. "Can you go in first and wait a moment while I do something? I know this is your time now but I think you'll like it."
He was intrigued, and readily agreed. It would give him a moment to check that everything was in place, anyway. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips then slipped through the door, ordering her not to look as he did so.
Arya ran to the drawer where her lingerie was, and drew out the red set. She was growing nervous as she fingered the lacy fabric in her fingers, sticking her fingers through the hole in the underwear and imagining they were Eric's, instead. She knew that if he had done so last night, his plundering would have been gentle and all for her... but he had made it clear that once she entered the bedroom she would be entering his world, and she knew in her gut that his world would not be nearly as gentle.
She smiled, and quickly dressed in the scanty, tantalizing garments.
A thrill running through her, Arya was growing more nervous by the moment. Adrenaline and endorphins were shooting through her veins and she wasn't sure if her heart was racing more from excitement or fear. It was an intoxicating combination, a heady cocktail that she basked in as she pulled her robe back on and knocked on the bedroom door.
When Eric opened the door she was shocked to see that he had dressed. He was wearing black pants and a loose, white shirt that exposed a fair amount of his upper chest. The sleeves were rolled up, and his feet were bare on the rug. The casual look was so sexy to Arya, given that she had always seen Eric either impeccably dressed, or naked, and for the first time, it sunk in that they were actually married. Arya beamed.
He quirked an eyebrow. "So glad to see me dressed?"
Arya shook her head, not wanting to break the spell by explaining her thoughts. The moment had driven away all fear and she was ready for him to ravage her, and to ravage her
now
.
She peered behind him, trying to catch a glimpse of his surprise. All she could see in the brief peek was ropes hanging down, before Eric moved to block her view.
"Ah ah," he tsked, grinning. He held up a piece of cloth. "Close your eyes."
Arya's heart raced as she obeyed, allowing him to blindfold her. He fiddled with it a couple times to make sure it was tight, even waving a hand in front of her face, then took a step back, satisfied.
"When you walk through that door you are mine, understand?"
"I'm already yours," Arya said with a smile, stating the obvious.
"You are my wife, yes," he agreed, "but when you step through the doorway you are my cock whore. I own you, I own your pleasure, I own every breath and every moan. You will deny me nothing, because you are mine to use as I please. Do you understand?"
