Something a little naughty, alright, smutty 😈 . Hope you all enjoy.
With all haste, (Y/n) made her way to his little room. She knew that he would need her. Knew that he would want her. So, it was best to be there waiting for him when the atrocious Joffrey finally dismissed him for the day. Best, so that the punishment would be just how she liked it.
She knew that if others found out about she and the Hound, they would be shocked. She was after all, a high born lady, used to giving orders rather than taking them. Yet with him, well, with him it was different. From the moment that she had arrived in Kings Landing to stay with her old friend, Cersei. From the moment she had laid eyes on that scared visage. From the moment she had heard him growl and bark at the Lannister bannermen. Had heard the dominance in his voice, she knew that she wanted him. That she wanted to surrender herself to him. To have him use and punish her, as he saw fit. To have him as her Master.
It had taken her longer than she had hoped to finally find herself alone with the big man. To finally get close enough to appreciate him in all his glory. To feel the aura that surrounded him. The power that seemed to exude from his every pore. But when she had, she had left no doubt in Sandor's mind as to what she wanted from him. What she wanted to give him. What she wanted to have him do to her.
Before, she would have never dreamed of making such advances to a man. Of standing before them and taking their cock in her hand. Of roughly stroking it through their coarse breeches, as she explained why she was doing it. Explained what she desperately wanted. But after a number of years living in Dorne. After a number of years of learning what it was to be free from the constraints of her family and the expectations of her world. After she had taken on the Dornish ethos of fighting and fucking, fucking and fighting, she found that she had no desire to go back once she had left Sunspear. And she had also found that she had a liking to be dominated. A liking to be controlled. To be punished. To be told what to do. Something that she would always be thankful to the charming and handsome prince Oberyn for. The thought of whom would still make the desire grow inside her, as she remembered his hands exploring her body. As she recalled him making his demands. (Y/n) sure that she could still feel the exquisite sting on her flesh, as the palm of his hand had connected with her rounded buttock. The taste of him, as he had cum in her mouth. Demanding that she keep her eyes firmly on him, as he spilled his seed into her.
Yet now, she had found that Sandor was even more exciting than the beautiful prince. His body dwarfed hers, making her feel wonderfully weak and vulnerable. His deep growls would make her wetter than she could ever have imagined. And his punishments, oh his punishments, would always keep her coming back for more. Would always make her beg him to take her harder. To take her in any way that his heart desired. And once the big man had got over the shock of having a lady tell him all those things. Once he had realised that his scared face didn't deter the beauty that was still roughly stroking his now rock hard cock. Once he had appreciated that it was his demeanour and reputation that had drawn her to him in the first place. Sandor had happily given the high born lady, exactly what she wanted. And he was quite happy to give it to her as often as they both wanted.
(Y/n) made her way into Sandor's room. Perching herself on the corner of his bed. She knew that this evening would be one of those that she enjoyed the most. It always was when Joffrey had been particularly vile to Sandor during the day. And today had most definitely been one of those days. (Y/n) along with the rest of the court having to watch and listen as the blonde haired little fuck had demeaned him. As he had called him a dog. A coward. The anger that she had seen in her lover's eyes, as the boy king had gone on and on, letting her know that the large man would need a release. Would need to regain his own power. And she was more than happy to do that for him.
Sitting and waiting, (Y/n) played with the stings on her dress. She knew better than to undress before he got there. She knew that he liked to watch her disrobe in front of him. Knew that once she was naked, he would allow her to remove his armour. Would allow her to remove his shirt. Would allow her to kneel before him, so that she could take off his breeches. So that she could lick her lips, as she imagined taking his throbbing cock into her.............
Suddenly, the door flew open. (Y/n) jumping to her feet, as the huge man stormed into the room. Sandor bellowing like some wild beast, as he threw things around the room.
"Master." A soft, submissive voice came. Sandor ceasing his tirade, as he turned his eyes to the nervous looking beauty that must have been waiting for him.
"Strip!" Sandor ordered, as he dropped his large frame into one of the chairs that was still the right way up. His eyes glued to the lady, as she willingly did as she was told. As she pulled on the strings and allowed the material to slowly fall to the floor around her feet. The Hound stroking himself as he watched her. As he saw the look in her eyes. The look that told him that she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
Sandor had to admit that he was still finding it hard to believe that such an exquisite creature as (Y/n), would want to be in the same room as him, never mind would want him how she did. That a high born lady, would allow him to do all the things that he would not even dare ask a whore to do. That she would allow him to use her. Punish her. But she did. And Sandor had found that the submissive lady was more than he could have ever hoped for.
"Come here." Sandor barked. His cock growing ever harder, as she scurried dutifully over. A small smile coming to his lips, as his slave bit down onto her bottom lip. As her eyes drifted to his crotch. As her breathing began shallow and needy.
"Get on ya knees." Sandor commanded. A deep rumbling hum coming from deep inside him, as his lover, his slave, fell to her knees in front of him. As her hands slowly crept up his thighs.
"Ya want it, don't ya?" The big man demanded to know, as he pulled on the drawstring of his breeches. His hardened cock bouncing up as it was released from its material cage.
"Words. Use ya words." Sandor said, as (Y/n) just nodded.
"Y-y-yes. I want it............."
"I want it what..............?" Sandor growled, as he moved forward and grabbed (Y/n)'s chin. Forcing her to look up into his eyes.
"I........I want it........Master." (Y/n) cooed softy. As Sandor released her chin and brushed his large fingers through her hair.
"Then, take it, like the good slave ya are." Sandor's voice rumbled, as he pulled (Y/n)'s head towards his crotch. His eyes closing tightly, as he felt her take him deep into her mouth. His hands gripping onto the arms of the chair, as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. As she caressed his body. The sounds she was making almost making him cum then and there. His hand moving to the back of her head. Gripping into her hair, as he pushed himself into her wet mouth, harder and faster. The Hound able to feel her excitement as his cock began to twitch.
Suddenly Sandor pushed her away. Pulling her up from the floor and carrying her over to the bed.
"Not yet, little one. Ya Master has so much more planned for ya, before ya get what ya want." Sandor told her, as he turned (Y/n) over and pulled her arse up. The Hound positioning himself behind her. The lady moaning lewdly, as she felt her lovers large cock brush against her backside.
"Tell me ya safe word." Sandor whispered into her ear, as he continued to rub himself against her.
"B-b-b-bubbles." (Y/n) blurted out, with a large gasp. Her hands gripping onto the bedding beneath her. The material balling up in her palms as she began to push herself back against the big man. Desperately in need of some relief.
"That's a good slave. Now, let ya Master punish ya." Sandor growled. The animalistic sound filling the room as he thrust himself inside his lover. The sound of (Y/n)'s needy moans filling the room, as he brought his palm firmly down on her backside. Both master and slave knowing that the exquisite punishment would not end anytime soon.