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Aemond walked out of the office, sighing and walking towards his car. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he smiled as he answered his girlfriend’s call.
“Hey babe." He hummed as he opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.
"Hey baby. How are you?" Her voice was soft. He missed hearing it first in the morning against his ear.
Even through the phone, he could picture her at home, wearing his shirt and nothing else, biting her lip as she tried to keep herself from whining about him being on a business trip.
"I'm a little tired. Work was stressful today, and I have a damn headache." Aemond admitted truthfully.
"Why is that? Have you taken something for it?" Her voice immediately shifted, concerned. It made him smile.
She was too caring.
"No, I'll probably take an aspirin when I get back to the hotel." Aemond replied. "I had to deal with that colleague today, do you remember the annoying coworker I told you about?" He groaned only at the thought of that woman’s squeaky voice.
"Yeah?"
"She keeps trying to hit on me, in the office, after work, every damn time I turn around, she's there." Aemond said bluntly, exhausted at just the thought of her. "It's annoying as hell. She makes suggestive comments, touches my arm, keeps trying to take me out to lunch. And she's also a terrible worker, so I have to pick up her slacking." He groaned.
"Ugh, sorry baby, I’m here now, listen to my voice." She wasn’t jealous, she was well aware that Aemond was blind for any other woman except for her.
"Ugh, don't remind me. Hers is so damn annoying." Aemond groaned in annoyance. “It's so much better to hear your voice, then hers."
"I hope so." She smiled, biting her lip as she sat on the bed, playing with the hem of his shirt she was wearing..
"It is, believe me. I miss you and your soft voice and your sweet, sarcastic remarks." Aemond grinned, a hint of longing in his tone as he sat in traffic, on his way to the hotel.
She chuckled and laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as she held her phone by her ear.
"Tell me about your day."
Aemond took a deep breath as he glanced around to see if the traffic was moving and began to explain his day to her.
"Work was hell, as usual. Dealing with the people here is a nightmare. No wonder my father sent me here, they need a good straightening on how to handle their work."
"I'm sorry, babe." She answered sincerely.
She closed her eyes, her fingers working between her legs as she listened to his voice.
When he was frustrated, it sounded the best, a bit rough and strained, deep, and dangerous.
"What else?"
As Aemond continued to talk about his day, she answered with soft hums, trying not to get caught as she rubbed her clit, not enough to build an orgasm, just a soft pleasure.
"That's pretty much it, I've been tired all day and my headache started a few hours ago. I just wanna get back to my room, take an aspirin, and relax.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if it would help him with his headache. “Pretty stressful, but I'll handle it.”
“Of course you will. You’re so good at handling things.” She teased.
“You in particular.” He smirked, as if she could see him on the phone.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby.” He smiled softly. “How's your day been?" He asked her with a tired sigh, leaning back on the seat, resting his elbow against the window.
“Good…” She hummed as she bit her lip, her fingers still working slowly on her clit, just teasing herself. “Happy to hear you.”
He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Hearing her voice was already starting to soothe his nerves, and helped the headache start to calm down.
"I'm happy to hear from you too. I miss you, and your voice." Aemond replied in a deep tone.
“I’m right here, baby.” She said softly, hoping to help him. "Are you driving?"
"Yeah, I'm driving. Kinda, I’m stuck in the traffic. Where are you?”
“In bed, just laying.” She said as she bit her lip, her fingers pressing harder on her clit, intensifying the pleasure, trying to ease the feeling of longing that she carried all day long.
Aemond knew her.
He knew perfectly how her body worked, how her mind worked, and she was usually way more talkative when they were on the phone.
"You're a damn tease." He grumbled, his hands gripping the wheel as he imagined what she was doing.
He could picture her, in his mind, the image was clear and nitid, perfect.
He could almost see her, her breasts squeezed between her arms, her hand between her legs, her fingers wet and covered in her sweet juices.
“I thought about you.” She whimpered. “I always think about you.”
“Yeah? You think about me?” He asked, voice rough and strained, but this time for a whole different reason. His legs spread to find a more comfortable position as his cock strained in his pants.
“I did. Did you?”
“Yeah, this morning.” He smirked. “Very early.” He admitted.
She had to bite back a moan as she shifted, resting her back against the headrest, her legs spreading more to be able to touch herself more comfortably.
“And what did you do as you thought of me?” She asked as her fingers brushed against her clit.
“You know what I did. I fucked my hand thinking about you.” He grunted, reaching the crotch of his pants, squeezing his erection, trying to shift it so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
“You should have called me-” She moaned, this time unable to contain it.
“Like you did? Is that why you called me?” He looked at her name on his phone, a small smile forming on his face as he kept thinking of how her cheeks must have flushed at his words.
"Yes. That too. I masturbated in the shower, but I want more.” She whimpered as she kicked off her panties, spreading her legs to touch herself directly. Even the air hitting her wet folds made her shiver in pleasure. “I need more. I need you."
Aemond's hands tightened on the wheel as he suppressed a grunt.
She was bold over the phone.
Hearing her talk like this, unrestrained, was driving him wild.
"Christ, baby." He gritted out through clenched teeth.
"I'm so wet right now, baby. Just thinking about you." She moaned, not holding her sounds anymore now that she had been caught.
Aemond's mind was a haze of lust and he hated that he wasn’t at home, where he could have taken care of every one of her needs..
"Yeah?" He said, his voice rough.
"Yeah… How long till you get to the hotel?"
Aemond glanced at the map on the dashboard.
"Ten more minutes. But I don’t know with the traffic." He said.
"I want to suck you off."
Aemond's grip on the wheel tightened, this time he didn’t hold back a groan.
"Fuck - Is that what you want, babe? You wanna suck me off the second I get home?" His erection was starting to feel a bit painful, so he reached again to squeeze it harder, as his mind filled with images of her naked body, wet, under the shower, of her, on her knees for him, sucking him like the good girl he taught her to be.
"Yes. I want to squeeze your cock between my breasts too." She started to rub her clit faster, her hips bucking as she moaned again.
Aemond's mind clouded over with lust. He couldn't believe she was talking to him like this, but he loved it. He loved that she was so needy, so unfiltered.
"God, baby." He breathed, his knuckles white from the force he was gripping the wheel.
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, his pants growing more and more uncomfortable as he remembered all the times she sucked off his cock, like she was fucking born to do it.
"You're gonna make me crash the damn car." He gritted out as he moved the car slowly to match the traffic.
"Do you want me to wait on my knees? Right in front of the door, so as soon as you step in you'll only have to shove it down my throat, baby?" She moaned as her fingers slipped inside her cunt for a moment, before bringing them back out to her clit.
She didn’t care anymore if she was talking so filthy and shamelessly, her mind was too clouded with need to even care about the words spilling from her mouth.
She wanted him to use her as soon as he came home, to take out all his needs she couldn’t meet while he was on this trip.
"Shit, baby." Aemond groaned, his mind filled with the mental image she was painting. "You're killing me, you know that?" Aemond was trying as hard as he could to contain himself, but she simply kept going, she kept talking.
"You're so hot when I blow you." She moaned. “The easy you grab my hair and guide me, I love it.” She slipped two fingers back inside her, moving them in and out, upward towards her clit to never lose the friction she needed. “I love how you look at me, like everything else just disappears. I love how you moan and call my name–”
Aemond was torn between frustration and pleasure. The things she was saying were driving him crazy, but he wanted to at least reach his hotel room to have phone sex with her.
"Baby, you need to stop." He managed to growl. "You can't say things like that to me when I'm driving."
"You know how much I love to suck you off, baby-" She didn’t care, she wanted to tell him all.
Aemond was in agony. His fingers were white-knuckled on the wheel, and his breath was coming in labored gasps.
"Fuck." He hissed, leaning his head back, his nostrils flaring as he tried to calm himself. "Baby, please, just wait until I get to my room -"
"I love to suck your balls, have my mouth full of you-"
Aemond nearly swerved off the road. His mind was a blur of images, the sound of her voice filling the car, his head.
"Jesus, baby. I swear I’ll fuck your throat so hard and deep you won’t be able to speak when I come back home -" He panted as he glanced up at the road to check the cars where still motionless.
"I love when you shove it down my throat.” Her words were like fire, not even his threat stopped her from talking even more dirty, and it was driving him crazy.
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat.
She knew exactly what she had to say to make him go mad.
"Yeah? You like it when I use your mouth like that, baby?"
"I love it.” She whined, bucking her hips against her own hand. “I love it even more when you force me on my knees out of nowhere. Like when we watch a movie and suddenly you're pulling me down on the floor–" She only stopped herself to moan, louder than before.
"Jesus, I swear I need to pull this car over." Aemond panted, his mind reeling.
The mental image was seared into his brain now, and he could picture it so clearly, her on her knees, his hands in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper.
He was not going to last to the hotel room. He started to look around, hoping to find a way to get out of this busy road.
"You know how much I loved when you laid me on the floor and thrusted your cock in my mouth like you were fucking my cunt?" She moaned as she panted, her pleasure building faster as it did the pace of her fingers.
"Baby." Amond groaned. "You're going to make me crash the car, I swear. Be a good girl and stop talking like that while I'm driving."
"I love when I choke around you. When I can't breathe because you're so deep in my throat–"
"Jesus." He muttered, interrupting her, his breath coming in heaving gasps. "Stop talking, or I’ll fuck my hand right in this car, and I’ll blame you if I get arrested." He looked around, trying to find a place to park, or an emergency stop spot.
"I'd suck you off for hours baby, you’d just have to ask-"
"Fuck." Aemond groaned, feeling even more frustrated at the thought of her mouth on him, for hours at a time.
"I can suck you off in the morning. Would you like that? Be woken up by my lips around you?"
Aemond's mind buzzed with the mental image her words created, and his hands clenched on the wheel. knuckles whitening.
"Jesus Christ, yes." He growled. "But right now, I need to get to the hotel before I explode in this damn car."
"What does your cock need?" She asked. She couldn’t help herself, she was too turned on, and hearing him lose it so much just because he could hear her masturbating and talking dirty was another major turn on.
Aemond's mind was foggy with lust.
"It needs you.” He panted. “Your mouth, your cunt, your hands. Any part of you." He growled. "I'm so damn hard for you right now, I'm fighting like hell to keep my eyes open."
"I can already imagine you. So big and thick, hidden in those pants..." She moaned again.
"Yeah? You like it big, don't you, babe?" Aemond's grip on the wheel tightened.
"I like how big you are. Like you're going to tear me apart." She was right there. Her hand trembled, and she was struggling to keep her legs open.
"Fuck!” He swore as he almost hit the car in front of him. It was getting too much. All he could think about was taking care of his aching cock, but he knew he couldn’t do it in the car “Just stop talking, baby, please. Let me get to the hotel-"
"I want to ride you." She interrupted him as she thrusted her fingers inside her. Aemond groaned desperately, frustrated, his mind a blur of images and sensation.
He hated that he couldn’t stop her, but he loved what he was doing to her.
He couldn't help himself when she got this horny.
"Yes, ride me, baby. Ride me hard." He panted as he unbuckled his belt, his eye closed as he imagined her there, with him, straddling his lap as she took his cock like a champ.
He didn't care anymore. His windows were tinted, and traffic was not moving.
"I want you riding me, using me for your pleasure. I want to be your toy, your plaything. Anything you want." He growled.
"I want to jump on your cock, feel it go deep inside me –” She moaned louder as she tried to push her fingers deeper. “I want to ride you until my legs can't take it anymore – "
Aemond was drowning in a torrent of need and desire.
“Baby, I’m so hard it actually hurts.” His voice was rough, breathless as he rested his forehead back on the steering wheel, trying to contain his desire but failing miserably.
"Aem, I can't come..." She whined. Her fingers weren’t long enough, thick enough.
Aemond grunted, unbuckling his seatbelt and loosening his pants. He let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his aching cock lessened.
“I’ve spoiled you too much.” He said, voice low and rough. “You’re so used to me taking care of you that you can’t even make yourself cum anymore?” He let out a dark chuckle.
“Pull up that shirt. Pinch your nipple.” He ordered.
She let out a sigh of relief at his command, and immediately obliged. She moved her shirt over her breasts as pinched her nipple, biting her lip.
“Hard, baby. Your body doesn’t do soft.” He knew her body better than she did. He knew what she needed.
She pinched her nipple again, but this time, hard. She let out a gasp that made him smirk.
“Good girl.” He growled. “Keep doing that. Move the other hand back between those thighs.” His voice was becoming steadier despite his struggle with his own pleasure. “Rub that clit. I bet it’s all swollen after you stroked it all this time we were over the phone. Such a naughty girl I have.” He chuckled again, resting his head on the seat.
He could hear her moans growing again, louder.
"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it feels good. But I'd rather have your hands on me, babe. Or your mouth." Aemond let out a guttural moan.
"I know, baby." He groaned. “I miss the way you taste. How you feel in my hands.” He was panting. “I’ll fuck you for days once I get back.” He groaned, his cock straining against his pants.
"Yeah, you better. I'm gonna need it after days of going without you, baby." She said, pouting, but it didn’t last long. "But now let's take care of you.. Take it out for me."
Aemond looked around the car, making sure nobody was paying him any attention
He didn't want to get arrested for public indecency, after all.
"I'm... I'm taking it out." He said, his voice a low growl.
He looked down and freed his aching member from his pants, already hard and leaking. He stained his boxers and pants.
“Fuck…” He muttered, gripping it with his hand.
"I wish I could be there with you, baby. I know you're leaking, I want to taste it so bad..." Aemond let out a breathless gasp as he started to pump his fist shallowly.
"Yeah, I wish you were here too, babe. I wish you were here to taste it."
"I would lick it all off of you." She breathed over the phone.
Aemond groaned, his mind clouded with need. He closed his eyes and let himself picture her on her knees, licking and sucking him.
"Yeah, it's been stressful. I need you, babe. I need you here to take my mind off things."
"I'm here baby. Listen to my voice." She bit her lip, her hands still following what he ordered to do, unable to resist his orders, then she kept talking on the phone. "Wrap your hand around your cock for me."
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat.
Listening to her, imagining her, it made his body throb with need.
“I’m already jerking myself, baby. Couldn’t resist. Not when I can picture you so clearly, trashing on our bed.”
He tightened his hand around his aching member, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, her moan came immediately at his words.
"Yeah? Are you thinking about me?"
"Of course I’m fucking thinking about you." He said, his voice guttural. “Who else should I think about if not you?”
She blushed sliding down on the bed as she pinched her nipple harder, moaning.
"I’m picturing your mouth, your tongue - damn, baby, I need you here so bad."
"Move that hand for me as you listen to my voice-"
"God, if anyone knew what you were telling me to do." Aemond groaned, his hand starting to move. "I feel like everyone on the street can see me, babe. See me touching myself in my car, on the phone with you..."
"Ah, baby- I want your big cock in me right now." She moaned.
Aemond let out a guttural moan, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone noticed anything.
"Baby, are you trying to get me arrested?" He said, his voice strained.
"That would be hot." She admitted, breathless.
Aemond let out a rough laugh.
"You just want to see me in handcuffs, don't you?"
"Maybe."
"Naughty girl." He said, his voice still strained from pleasure but also amused. "You like the idea of me all helpless, cuffed and at your mercy, don't you?"
"You made me like this…" She breathed out
"Oh, I know I did." He responded. "I made you into the perfect little nympho for me, didn't I?"
“Yes, baby, I want you, just you, all the time–"
Aemond's possessive instinct flared at her words, and he let out a growl.
"God damn it, baby, stick three fingers inside you. Rub on the right, that spot that makes you see stars." Her response was a loud, unrestrained moan, and he knew it was only because of his voice. “Do it.” He growled, and when he started hearing a faint rhythm of wet sounds, he smirked, knowing she had followed his order. “Good girl.”
"Move your hand faster, baby, please." She whimpered.
Aemond's hand immediately picked up speed on his aching erection, desperate for relief.
"Baby, I wish I could fuck you, touch you –." He groaned, moving his hand furiously on his cock. More and more precum kept leaking from the tip, and he smeared it on his shaft with his thumb.
"Yes, baby. I'm picturing your head between my legs, licking and sucking my clit -"
Aemond's entire body felt like it was on fire, and his cock twitched hard at her words.
"Mm, don't stop talking, babe. I need to hear more." He groaned, his hand gripping himself harder, just how her cunt would do when she was close to cumming.
"I'm picturing you big, thick cock spreading me apart, just like you always do-” Her back arched, hips jerked, but she kept moving her fingers inside her, and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. “Fucking me hard and fast, your hand slapping my ass until I come-"
Aemond let out a strangled gasp, his mind in a haze of need.
"Yeah, you want it rough, baby? You want me to take you hard and fast?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Yeah, that's how you like it, isn't it? You like it hard and rough, just like a good little slut for me.”
"Yes! Baby —" She moaned as she worked her fingers faster. "I love it-"
Aemond's breath hitched as he listened to her moans and gasps.
"You're getting closer, baby? You're gonna come for me?"
"Yes! I want you to come with me, baby-"
"I'm so fucking close." He growled. "Gonna come for you all over the car, thinking about all the things l'm gonna do to you when I get home."
“Yes, please- I canna come together – Ah!” He heard her moan, broken, loud, desperate.
He grunted, bending down, managing to cover the tip of his cock last minute before he came too.
“Holy– Fuck!” He panted, slumping back against his seat, looking down at his hand full of cum.
He sighed, reaching for some tissues in his pocket.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, hearing only her panting over the phone.
“Yeah…” She mumbled, making him chuckle.
He could picture her, face buried in the pillow, hand covering her cunt like it could help her post orgasm spasm, blushing over what she said.
“Got strength to do me a favour?” He asked, smiling at the name on the screen of the car.
Aemond walked out of the office, sighing and walking towards his car. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he smiled as he answered his girlfriend’s call.
“Hey babe." He hummed as he opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.
"Hey baby. How are you?" Her voice was soft. He missed hearing it first in the morning against his ear.
Even through the phone, he could picture her at home, wearing his shirt and nothing else, biting her lip as she tried to keep herself from whining about him being on a business trip.
"I'm a little tired. Work was stressful today, and I have a damn headache." Aemond admitted truthfully.
"Why is that? Have you taken something for it?" Her voice immediately shifted, concerned. It made him smile.
She was too caring.
"No, I'll probably take an aspirin when I get back to the hotel." Aemond replied. "I had to deal with that colleague today, do you remember the annoying coworker I told you about?" He groaned only at the thought of that woman’s squeaky voice.
"Yeah?"
"She keeps trying to hit on me, in the office, after work, every damn time I turn around, she's there." Aemond said bluntly, exhausted at just the thought of her. "It's annoying as hell. She makes suggestive comments, touches my arm, keeps trying to take me out to lunch. And she's also a terrible worker, so I have to pick up her slacking." He groaned.
"Ugh, sorry baby, I’m here now, listen to my voice." She wasn’t jealous, she was well aware that Aemond was blind for any other woman except for her.
"Ugh, don't remind me. Hers is so damn annoying." Aemond groaned in annoyance. “It's so much better to hear your voice, then hers."
"I hope so." She smiled, biting her lip as she sat on the bed, playing with the hem of his shirt she was wearing..
"It is, believe me. I miss you and your soft voice and your sweet, sarcastic remarks." Aemond grinned, a hint of longing in his tone as he sat in traffic, on his way to the hotel.
She chuckled and laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as she held her phone by her ear.
"Tell me about your day."
Aemond took a deep breath as he glanced around to see if the traffic was moving and began to explain his day to her.
"Work was hell, as usual. Dealing with the people here is a nightmare. No wonder my father sent me here, they need a good straightening on how to handle their work."
"I'm sorry, babe." She answered sincerely.
She closed her eyes, her fingers working between her legs as she listened to his voice.
When he was frustrated, it sounded the best, a bit rough and strained, deep, and dangerous.
"What else?"
As Aemond continued to talk about his day, she answered with soft hums, trying not to get caught as she rubbed her clit, not enough to build an orgasm, just a soft pleasure.
"That's pretty much it, I've been tired all day and my headache started a few hours ago. I just wanna get back to my room, take an aspirin, and relax.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if it would help him with his headache. “Pretty stressful, but I'll handle it.”
“Of course you will. You’re so good at handling things.” She teased.
“You in particular.” He smirked, as if she could see him on the phone.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby.” He smiled softly. “How's your day been?" He asked her with a tired sigh, leaning back on the seat, resting his elbow against the window.
“Good…” She hummed as she bit her lip, her fingers still working slowly on her clit, just teasing herself. “Happy to hear you.”
He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Hearing her voice was already starting to soothe his nerves, and helped the headache start to calm down.
"I'm happy to hear from you too. I miss you, and your voice." Aemond replied in a deep tone.
“I’m right here, baby.” She said softly, hoping to help him. "Are you driving?"
"Yeah, I'm driving. Kinda, I’m stuck in the traffic. Where are you?”
“In bed, just laying.” She said as she bit her lip, her fingers pressing harder on her clit, intensifying the pleasure, trying to ease the feeling of longing that she carried all day long.
Aemond knew her.
He knew perfectly how her body worked, how her mind worked, and she was usually way more talkative when they were on the phone.
"You're a damn tease." He grumbled, his hands gripping the wheel as he imagined what she was doing.
He could picture her, in his mind, the image was clear and nitid, perfect.
He could almost see her, her breasts squeezed between her arms, her hand between her legs, her fingers wet and covered in her sweet juices.
“I thought about you.” She whimpered. “I always think about you.”
“Yeah? You think about me?” He asked, voice rough and strained, but this time for a whole different reason. His legs spread to find a more comfortable position as his cock strained in his pants.
“I did. Did you?”
“Yeah, this morning.” He smirked. “Very early.” He admitted.
She had to bite back a moan as she shifted, resting her back against the headrest, her legs spreading more to be able to touch herself more comfortably.
“And what did you do as you thought of me?” She asked as her fingers brushed against her clit.
“You know what I did. I fucked my hand thinking about you.” He grunted, reaching the crotch of his pants, squeezing his erection, trying to shift it so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
“You should have called me-” She moaned, this time unable to contain it.
“Like you did? Is that why you called me?” He looked at her name on his phone, a small smile forming on his face as he kept thinking of how her cheeks must have flushed at his words.
"Yes. That too. I masturbated in the shower, but I want more.” She whimpered as she kicked off her panties, spreading her legs to touch herself directly. Even the air hitting her wet folds made her shiver in pleasure. “I need more. I need you."
Aemond's hands tightened on the wheel as he suppressed a grunt.
She was bold over the phone.
Hearing her talk like this, unrestrained, was driving him wild.
"Christ, baby." He gritted out through clenched teeth.
"I'm so wet right now, baby. Just thinking about you." She moaned, not holding her sounds anymore now that she had been caught.
Aemond's mind was a haze of lust and he hated that he wasn’t at home, where he could have taken care of every one of her needs..
"Yeah?" He said, his voice rough.
"Yeah… How long till you get to the hotel?"
Aemond glanced at the map on the dashboard.
"Ten more minutes. But I don’t know with the traffic." He said.
"I want to suck you off."
Aemond's grip on the wheel tightened, this time he didn’t hold back a groan.
"Fuck - Is that what you want, babe? You wanna suck me off the second I get home?" His erection was starting to feel a bit painful, so he reached again to squeeze it harder, as his mind filled with images of her naked body, wet, under the shower, of her, on her knees for him, sucking him like the good girl he taught her to be.
"Yes. I want to squeeze your cock between my breasts too." She started to rub her clit faster, her hips bucking as she moaned again.
Aemond's mind clouded over with lust. He couldn't believe she was talking to him like this, but he loved it. He loved that she was so needy, so unfiltered.
"God, baby." He breathed, his knuckles white from the force he was gripping the wheel.
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, his pants growing more and more uncomfortable as he remembered all the times she sucked off his cock, like she was fucking born to do it.
"You're gonna make me crash the damn car." He gritted out as he moved the car slowly to match the traffic.
"Do you want me to wait on my knees? Right in front of the door, so as soon as you step in you'll only have to shove it down my throat, baby?" She moaned as her fingers slipped inside her cunt for a moment, before bringing them back out to her clit.
She didn’t care anymore if she was talking so filthy and shamelessly, her mind was too clouded with need to even care about the words spilling from her mouth.
She wanted him to use her as soon as he came home, to take out all his needs she couldn’t meet while he was on this trip.
"Shit, baby." Aemond groaned, his mind filled with the mental image she was painting. "You're killing me, you know that?" Aemond was trying as hard as he could to contain himself, but she simply kept going, she kept talking.
"You're so hot when I blow you." She moaned. “The easy you grab my hair and guide me, I love it.” She slipped two fingers back inside her, moving them in and out, upward towards her clit to never lose the friction she needed. “I love how you look at me, like everything else just disappears. I love how you moan and call my name–”
Aemond was torn between frustration and pleasure. The things she was saying were driving him crazy, but he wanted to at least reach his hotel room to have phone sex with her.
"Baby, you need to stop." He managed to growl. "You can't say things like that to me when I'm driving."
"You know how much I love to suck you off, baby-" She didn’t care, she wanted to tell him all.
Aemond was in agony. His fingers were white-knuckled on the wheel, and his breath was coming in labored gasps.
"Fuck." He hissed, leaning his head back, his nostrils flaring as he tried to calm himself. "Baby, please, just wait until I get to my room -"
"I love to suck your balls, have my mouth full of you-"
Aemond nearly swerved off the road. His mind was a blur of images, the sound of her voice filling the car, his head.
"Jesus, baby. I swear I’ll fuck your throat so hard and deep you won’t be able to speak when I come back home -" He panted as he glanced up at the road to check the cars where still motionless.
"I love when you shove it down my throat.” Her words were like fire, not even his threat stopped her from talking even more dirty, and it was driving him crazy.
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat.
She knew exactly what she had to say to make him go mad.
"Yeah? You like it when I use your mouth like that, baby?"
"I love it.” She whined, bucking her hips against her own hand. “I love it even more when you force me on my knees out of nowhere. Like when we watch a movie and suddenly you're pulling me down on the floor–" She only stopped herself to moan, louder than before.
"Jesus, I swear I need to pull this car over." Aemond panted, his mind reeling.
The mental image was seared into his brain now, and he could picture it so clearly, her on her knees, his hands in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper.
He was not going to last to the hotel room. He started to look around, hoping to find a way to get out of this busy road.
"You know how much I loved when you laid me on the floor and thrusted your cock in my mouth like you were fucking my cunt?" She moaned as she panted, her pleasure building faster as it did the pace of her fingers.
"Baby." Amond groaned. "You're going to make me crash the car, I swear. Be a good girl and stop talking like that while I'm driving."
"I love when I choke around you. When I can't breathe because you're so deep in my throat–"
"Jesus." He muttered, interrupting her, his breath coming in heaving gasps. "Stop talking, or I’ll fuck my hand right in this car, and I’ll blame you if I get arrested." He looked around, trying to find a place to park, or an emergency stop spot.
"I'd suck you off for hours baby, you’d just have to ask-"
"Fuck." Aemond groaned, feeling even more frustrated at the thought of her mouth on him, for hours at a time.
"I can suck you off in the morning. Would you like that? Be woken up by my lips around you?"
Aemond's mind buzzed with the mental image her words created, and his hands clenched on the wheel. knuckles whitening.
"Jesus Christ, yes." He growled. "But right now, I need to get to the hotel before I explode in this damn car."
"What does your cock need?" She asked. She couldn’t help herself, she was too turned on, and hearing him lose it so much just because he could hear her masturbating and talking dirty was another major turn on.
Aemond's mind was foggy with lust.
"It needs you.” He panted. “Your mouth, your cunt, your hands. Any part of you." He growled. "I'm so damn hard for you right now, I'm fighting like hell to keep my eyes open."
"I can already imagine you. So big and thick, hidden in those pants..." She moaned again.
"Yeah? You like it big, don't you, babe?" Aemond's grip on the wheel tightened.
"I like how big you are. Like you're going to tear me apart." She was right there. Her hand trembled, and she was struggling to keep her legs open.
"Fuck!” He swore as he almost hit the car in front of him. It was getting too much. All he could think about was taking care of his aching cock, but he knew he couldn’t do it in the car “Just stop talking, baby, please. Let me get to the hotel-"
"I want to ride you." She interrupted him as she thrusted her fingers inside her. Aemond groaned desperately, frustrated, his mind a blur of images and sensation.
He hated that he couldn’t stop her, but he loved what he was doing to her.
He couldn't help himself when she got this horny.
"Yes, ride me, baby. Ride me hard." He panted as he unbuckled his belt, his eye closed as he imagined her there, with him, straddling his lap as she took his cock like a champ.
He didn't care anymore. His windows were tinted, and traffic was not moving.
"I want you riding me, using me for your pleasure. I want to be your toy, your plaything. Anything you want." He growled.
"I want to jump on your cock, feel it go deep inside me –” She moaned louder as she tried to push her fingers deeper. “I want to ride you until my legs can't take it anymore – "
Aemond was drowning in a torrent of need and desire.
“Baby, I’m so hard it actually hurts.” His voice was rough, breathless as he rested his forehead back on the steering wheel, trying to contain his desire but failing miserably.
"Aem, I can't come..." She whined. Her fingers weren’t long enough, thick enough.
Aemond grunted, unbuckling his seatbelt and loosening his pants. He let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his aching cock lessened.
“I’ve spoiled you too much.” He said, voice low and rough. “You’re so used to me taking care of you that you can’t even make yourself cum anymore?” He let out a dark chuckle.
“Pull up that shirt. Pinch your nipple.” He ordered.
She let out a sigh of relief at his command, and immediately obliged. She moved her shirt over her breasts as pinched her nipple, biting her lip.
“Hard, baby. Your body doesn’t do soft.” He knew her body better than she did. He knew what she needed.
She pinched her nipple again, but this time, hard. She let out a gasp that made him smirk.
“Good girl.” He growled. “Keep doing that. Move the other hand back between those thighs.” His voice was becoming steadier despite his struggle with his own pleasure. “Rub that clit. I bet it’s all swollen after you stroked it all this time we were over the phone. Such a naughty girl I have.” He chuckled again, resting his head on the seat.
He could hear her moans growing again, louder.
"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it feels good. But I'd rather have your hands on me, babe. Or your mouth." Aemond let out a guttural moan.
"I know, baby." He groaned. “I miss the way you taste. How you feel in my hands.” He was panting. “I’ll fuck you for days once I get back.” He groaned, his cock straining against his pants.
"Yeah, you better. I'm gonna need it after days of going without you, baby." She said, pouting, but it didn’t last long. "But now let's take care of you.. Take it out for me."
Aemond looked around the car, making sure nobody was paying him any attention
He didn't want to get arrested for public indecency, after all.
"I'm... I'm taking it out." He said, his voice a low growl.
He looked down and freed his aching member from his pants, already hard and leaking. He stained his boxers and pants.
“Fuck…” He muttered, gripping it with his hand.
"I wish I could be there with you, baby. I know you're leaking, I want to taste it so bad..." Aemond let out a breathless gasp as he started to pump his fist shallowly.
"Yeah, I wish you were here too, babe. I wish you were here to taste it."
"I would lick it all off of you." She breathed over the phone.
Aemond groaned, his mind clouded with need. He closed his eyes and let himself picture her on her knees, licking and sucking him.
"Yeah, it's been stressful. I need you, babe. I need you here to take my mind off things."
"I'm here baby. Listen to my voice." She bit her lip, her hands still following what he ordered to do, unable to resist his orders, then she kept talking on the phone. "Wrap your hand around your cock for me."
Aemond's breath hitched in his throat.
Listening to her, imagining her, it made his body throb with need.
“I’m already jerking myself, baby. Couldn’t resist. Not when I can picture you so clearly, trashing on our bed.”
He tightened his hand around his aching member, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, her moan came immediately at his words.
"Yeah? Are you thinking about me?"
"Of course I’m fucking thinking about you." He said, his voice guttural. “Who else should I think about if not you?”
She blushed sliding down on the bed as she pinched her nipple harder, moaning.
"I’m picturing your mouth, your tongue - damn, baby, I need you here so bad."
"Move that hand for me as you listen to my voice-"
"God, if anyone knew what you were telling me to do." Aemond groaned, his hand starting to move. "I feel like everyone on the street can see me, babe. See me touching myself in my car, on the phone with you..."
"Ah, baby- I want your big cock in me right now." She moaned.
Aemond let out a guttural moan, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone noticed anything.
"Baby, are you trying to get me arrested?" He said, his voice strained.
"That would be hot." She admitted, breathless.
Aemond let out a rough laugh.
"You just want to see me in handcuffs, don't you?"
"Maybe."
"Naughty girl." He said, his voice still strained from pleasure but also amused. "You like the idea of me all helpless, cuffed and at your mercy, don't you?"
"You made me like this…" She breathed out
"Oh, I know I did." He responded. "I made you into the perfect little nympho for me, didn't I?"
“Yes, baby, I want you, just you, all the time–"
Aemond's possessive instinct flared at her words, and he let out a growl.
"God damn it, baby, stick three fingers inside you. Rub on the right, that spot that makes you see stars." Her response was a loud, unrestrained moan, and he knew it was only because of his voice. “Do it.” He growled, and when he started hearing a faint rhythm of wet sounds, he smirked, knowing she had followed his order. “Good girl.”
"Move your hand faster, baby, please." She whimpered.
Aemond's hand immediately picked up speed on his aching erection, desperate for relief.
"Baby, I wish I could fuck you, touch you –." He groaned, moving his hand furiously on his cock. More and more precum kept leaking from the tip, and he smeared it on his shaft with his thumb.
"Yes, baby. I'm picturing your head between my legs, licking and sucking my clit -"
Aemond's entire body felt like it was on fire, and his cock twitched hard at her words.
"Mm, don't stop talking, babe. I need to hear more." He groaned, his hand gripping himself harder, just how her cunt would do when she was close to cumming.
"I'm picturing you big, thick cock spreading me apart, just like you always do-” Her back arched, hips jerked, but she kept moving her fingers inside her, and squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. “Fucking me hard and fast, your hand slapping my ass until I come-"
Aemond let out a strangled gasp, his mind in a haze of need.
"Yeah, you want it rough, baby? You want me to take you hard and fast?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Yeah, that's how you like it, isn't it? You like it hard and rough, just like a good little slut for me.”
"Yes! Baby —" She moaned as she worked her fingers faster. "I love it-"
Aemond's breath hitched as he listened to her moans and gasps.
"You're getting closer, baby? You're gonna come for me?"
"Yes! I want you to come with me, baby-"
"I'm so fucking close." He growled. "Gonna come for you all over the car, thinking about all the things l'm gonna do to you when I get home."
“Yes, please- I canna come together – Ah!” He heard her moan, broken, loud, desperate.
He grunted, bending down, managing to cover the tip of his cock last minute before he came too.
“Holy– Fuck!” He panted, slumping back against his seat, looking down at his hand full of cum.
He sighed, reaching for some tissues in his pocket.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, hearing only her panting over the phone.
“Yeah…” She mumbled, making him chuckle.
He could picture her, face buried in the pillow, hand covering her cunt like it could help her post orgasm spasm, blushing over what she said.
“Got strength to do me a favour?” He asked, smiling at the name on the screen of the car.
“I’m saying the truth.” He looked at her, his one eye cold as ice. “For the first time since we met.”
“No!” She yelled, crying, looking at him desperately. “Aemond, what are you saying?” She sobbed.
Don’t leave me. Please.
She loved him so much.
“We shouldn’t be together.” He continued. “It’s illegal. You’re too young for me.”
He felt empty.
He felt like he had already lost.
He had worked so hard to have her, and when he finally got her love, he was throwing everything away.
Because he loved her too.
“No!” She yelled. “Why?!” She cried, grabbing his arm tightly. “Why now?” Her face was the definition of desperation. “You don’t love me?” She sobbed.
“Kiddo.” He pulled his arm away from her. “I lied to you about me. I was never the outcast I made you believe I was when I was younger.” His voice was completely emotionless. “I was never like you. I was popular, I fucked almost all the girls at school.” He took a step back. “I lied to get close to you, because I wanted to fuck you.”
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She stumbled back as Aemond took a step towards her.
“What th-” She stuttered, confused. “Why are you here?” She hissed.
“You love to forget that you’re my wife, uh?” Aemond asked, taking another step forward, grabbing two glasses of wine from the table, giving her one. “Let’s toast to our sweet reunion.” Aemond said, his voice sounded teasing but his expression was cold. “And to my dear friend James, who made it happen.”
The glass almost fell from her hand, her chest, her heart, clenched, like she had been shot or stabbed,
Betrayal.
Deep, painful, shattering betrayal.
She had been played.
“What?” She mumbled, her voice weak as she stared at him. “James…” She shook her head, stepping back as her eyes filled with tears. “No.”
“Yes.” Aemond took a step forward at every step she took backwards. “Did you really think I’d let another man fuck you? Kiss you?”
Is that why James didn’t kiss her?
Because of him?
He scoffed as he put down the glass, and snatched hers from her hand.
No.
So it was all planned? James asked her out just to make sure she wouldn’t have messed with another man?
“What is it?” Aemond smiled cruelly as he moved his hand towards her face, his fingertips grazing her cheek. “Got a little crush for him? Maybe because he brought you out to that restaurant that I chose?” He smirked. “I liked that dress.” He leaned closer.
God, it was so humiliating.
“Fuck you.” She hissed, baring her teeth.
He was there. Watching them.
She had never been free. He only let her have the illusion.
“You are the most hateful, fucking piece of shit I’ve ever known–”
His hand wrapped around her neck in record time, squeezing tightly and making her choke before she could even finish spitting her insults.
“Careful what you say to your husband, wife.” Aemond growled. “I’m showing you a generous amount of patience and control, letting you have your stupid vacation after you wrecked my room, and ran with my money.” He squeezed her throat tighter, cutting off her air.
She let out a choked groan, her hands wrapping around his wrist and arm, moving frantically, trying to unwrap his hand from her neck and push him away.
“I told you I’d chase you, didn’t I?” He growled in her ear.
“You said a lot of things that you clearly didn’t mean–” She said with the little breath she had.
Aemond laughed at her, releasing her neck just when her face was getting a deeper shade of red.
She fell down on her knees, coughing and gasping for hair.
“Like what?” He hissed as he crouched down to be at her level. “What made you run so far from me, uh?”
As she looked up at him, she clearly saw fury in his eye. But not only that.
There was also… disappointment.
Despite her better judgment, that got to her, but she didn’t let it deter her.
“You’re a shitty husband.” She hissed the moment she could speak again, even if her voice was still rough from the choking. “Did you have fun with Floris while I was away?” She couldn’t stop herself now. “Did you invite her over for dinner like you wanted to? Let her warm your cock? Did you laugh at how stupid your wife was for believing you cared about her?!” Her voice kept rising. “You fucking disgust me.” She hissed as she leaned closer to his face. “You use people, you used me.” She clenched her jaw as she looked at his face getting redder. “You treated me like shit, like I was some fucking sex doll for your own plasure!” She yelled.
His jaw looked like it might break any moment from how set it was.
“Don’t talk like you didn’t fucking come like a wanton whore on my cock every time I shoved it inside you.” He snarled. He stood back up, looming over her. “So all this theatre was all because you’re jealous?” He scoffed. “Dumb bitch.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her up on her feet. “How many times will I have to tell you that I’m not fucking Floris, and that I don’t plan to even sniff that cunt, uh?” He shoved her to the side, making her stumble in what she recognised as the living room. “I don’t want to fuck her. I want to fuck you. As many times as I physically can.”
She hated how his words made her body burn, and her cunt wet.
“So what?” She growled. “You humiliated me in front of her, making it very clear that you don’t give a shit about me!” She yelled. “I’m done being a fucking sex toy!” She punched his chest, but he didn’t even budge. “Why do you even want to stay in this marriage?! What the fuck do you care if I fuck someone else or if I run?!” She pushed him. “Is it all about fucking possession to you?” She looked up at him, shaking in anger. “Then fucking divorce me and find youself someone that is willing to be just a furniture in your house, because I’ll never, ever settle to that!” She screamed.
Aemond grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, hard.
“Shut. Up.” He snarled. “Just shut the fuck up. Stop acting like you figured me out, because you clearly didn’t.”
His mouth crushed on her without a warning, stealing her breath away.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn't kind, it was a pure fight of control.
It was like he was trying to fuse his tongue in her mouth.
“Keep fighting back.” He growled against her lips. “But don’t run away. I swear, I’ll put a tracker inside you if I have to.” His single eye looked down at her with an intensity that made her legs feel like jelly. “If I didn't care about you, I wouldn’t have bothered to come all the way here to come and get you.” He hissed.
“Don’t mess with my head.” She wanted it to sound like a warning, but it came out like a plea.
He looked down at her in silence, studying her face.
“What do you want?” He asked her. He kept her head leaned back so she couldn’t look away, his other hand covering the side of her neck and jaw.
“I want to be free.” She stated, desperately.
His hand pressed harder against her face and he kissed her again. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against her, forcing her to lean back her head as he pushed against it.
“Not possible.” He whispered against her lips. “You’re mine. My wife. My woman.”
“Oh, go to hell.” She hissed. “You never treated me like one.” This time she pushed against his forehead.
“Do I disgust you, wife?” He asked as his hand gripped her hips, making her step backwards until her back hit the wall. He slid a hand between her legs, finding without hesitation her panties. “Then why are you wet?” He growled as he moved his finger, teasing and caressing her slit through her panties.
She bit her lip hard to not moan.
“Because I came here thinking James would fuck me –” She growled back. Aemond’s free hand quickly moved to her jaw, squeezing her cheeks tightly as he pushed her head back, making her hit the wall.
She hissed at the pain, and glared at Aemond with all the hate in her body.
“Fucking cunt.” He growled. His fingers pushed her panties to the side, and dove in between her lower lips, circling her entrance, but never touching her clit or entering her. “You think you want to be free? Or be with a man like James?” He scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh. That’s not what you want.”
She glared up at him, her hips trying to follow his fingers for some stimulation, some pleasure, but he always pulled them away.
“What do I want, since you think you know me so well?” She hissed.
“You want someone to tell you that you did good.” His finger slipped inside her, two, bottoming out to the knuckle.
She moaned and leaned her head back, her hips bucking, but his fingers remained still inside her, unmoving.
“You want people to be proud of you. You need acceptance, validation, acknowledgement.”
She was breathless.
She felt naked, exposed, and embarrassed.
Was she so simple to read? Was it that pathetic that she simply wanted someone to notice her and be enough as she was?
“I fucking hate you-“ She gasped and cried loudly as he started to move his fingers suddenly, rubbing inside her roughly, fast, his bicep flexing with how hard he was moving his hand.
“Yeah, I’ve made myself quite hatable.” He braced his arm on the wall beside her head, his hand moved on the top of her head, his thumb caressing her forehead. “I wanted you to hate me, so you’d leave me the fuck alone.” He hissed, his nose an inch from hers. “But you were driving me absolutely crazy. Sneaking out, doing whatever you wanted, talking to me.” He groaned, as if those memories were still frustrating him. “Then…” He scoffed. “Then you started talking back to me. The fucking nerve.” He growled, actually baring his upped teeth. “I hated it so much. And I hated how it got me hard every. Fucking. Time.”
She cried loudly, panting heavily as she grasped the arm of the hand between her legs like her life depended on it.
He had fucked her fast, hard, and rough, but this, this was beyond whatever he did to her before.
This was on another level.
“Stop-“ Her knees buckled, the pleasure so intense it was starting to make her head dizzy.
“You don’t want me to stop.” He replied immediately, as if he expected her resistance. “You want me to keep going. You want to feel good.” He leaned closer, moving his lips to her ear, his nose pressing against her temple. “I want to make you feel good.” He whispered. “Because if I have learned something from this fucked up play I put on for you…” He turned so his forehead was pressed against hers and he could look at her. “Is that I hate you by someone else’s side. And apparently, I care for you more than I’ve let myself know.”
Her eyes snapped open and met his.
She almost felt suffocating under his gaze.
His pupil was so widened she could barely see the colour of his eye, and her reflection looked like it was falling into a black hole, sucked into darkness.
It felt oddly addictive.
“Come.” His order was the last straw.
With a loud cry, she came harder than she ever had, and her legs failed to keep her standing.
She crumbled on the floor, but didn’t hit hard because Aemond held her and accompanied her down.
She sobbed, hugging her knees to her chest and hiding her face in it.
She must have looked so pathetic.
“I fucking hate you —“ She sobbed. “I hate you so much-“
“Keep hating me then.” He interrupted her, his voice calm. “But I’m taking you home with me.” He grabbed her ankle and tugged her towards him, forcing her to open her ball form and look up at him. “You’re not leaving me again. Fight me all you want, but from now on, you’ll only sleep on my bed. You’ll stay in my home. And you’ll fucking act like my wife. Because you are.” He tugged again at her uncle until she found herself on his lap. “And you’ll never be able to strip yourself of that title. I won’t let you.”
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I've followed it since it started; it's one of my all-time favorites. It's so beautifully written, capturing the emotions Aemond feels so deeply, it's breathtaking. I hope Kiddo and Aemond have a happy ending
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•Warnings: pinv, incest, noncon/dubcon, mention of murder•
Dear brother,
I know it may seem foolish to write this letter, and I can almost hear you calling me so when you have finished it. Yet I find myself with thoughts that grant me no rest, and feelings that weigh so heavily upon me that I must, in some way, set them down in words.
I write to you, Daeron, because I believe you are the only one I may trust with them.
You have never been blind to the nature of my bond with Aemond. You saw what lay between us, and yet you did not judge—neither him nor me. For that, I shall always be grateful. Know that my love for you is as constant as your kindness has been toward me.
What Aemond and I share is not easily named. We have long lived as though bound, though no vows were ever spoken. We have loved as though wed, though no sept has witnessed it. Do not think I was misled into such a path. I knew well what I risked, and what it might yet cost me, should the truth be known.
“Fuck– That’s it, love–” He groaned lowly, leaning his head back, squeezing my arse. I immediately leaned down, taking advantage of his exposed neck to kiss it, bite it. It wasn't a big problem, he covered it with his high collar coat. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, keeping my breasts and stomach pressed tightly against him, as he started pushing he hips up, fucking me from beneath me. I immediately kissed him, trying to make him swallow all the loud noises and sounds I would have loved to let the Seven Kingdoms hear.
“I’m gonna make you mine, one day–” He breathed loudly. “Marry you in the sept, and then I’ll let everyone enter at the bedding so that everyone will see and know that you’re mine.”
For years, ours was a quiet secret—stolen hours beneath the cover of night, parted at dawn before any eye could see. It was dangerous, yes, but it was ours, and in those moments, I believed I understood him better than any soul alive.
Now I see I was mistaken.
I first sensed the change in him when Vaemond Velaryon came to court, intent on exposing Rhaenyra and her sons. Aemond was… different. Calm, yet expectant. There was something in him that waited eagerly for what might unfold. I told myself it was nothing more than his long-held desire for justice—for vengeance, even—and thought little more of it.
But I remember the look in his eye when Vaemond was slain. You will have heard how it happened. Vaemond spoke treason, and Daemon answered with steel. It should have angered Aemond, for Vaemond’s words might have served his cause. And yet… he smiled.
I did not understand it then. I do not understand it now.
“Aemond–” I tried to calm him.
“No! No, this… this it’s only his fault, and yet, he gets to live in peace, hidden at Dragonstone with his whore-mother while I am here–” He groaned as he pressed his palm on his temple, then in a gesture of frustration, he tossed the eyepatch away.
“Please, brother, calm down…” I walked closer to him, taking his face in my hands, but he did not meet my eyes.
“He took my eye, and he ran away. Now I’m the one who suffers this damned headache.” He rolled his eye, but he groaned immediately after.
“Dear, please, lay down.” I walked closer, trying to push him to walk back, and after a whining groan, he ,in fact, did it. I accompanied him on his bed, and looked at him as he laid comfortably on the bed.
“I should be training.” He growled, pissed.
“You should be resting, my love.” I retorted, grabbing a cloth wetted with cold water, placing it on his forehead. He let out a sigh of relief.
“I will kill them one day.” He looked up at the ceiling. “I will find a way, but they will pay somehow.”
“Rest, Aemond.” I kissed his forehead, but he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling my face down so my lips would be close to his.
“I love you. I’ll make you my queen.” He then kissed me roughly, but full of passion and affection
That night, after supper—the last we shared before Father’s passing—Aemond spoke openly what others only dared whisper. He named the Strong boys for what he believed them to be. When Jace struck him, Aemond did not recoil in anger or pain. He smiled again.
It frightened me.
I followed him to his chambers and did not leave until morning, when word came that the King was dead and Aegon was to succeed him. From that moment, all has moved too swiftly toward war.
There is more you have not been told.
When Aemond returned after Lucerys Velaryon’s death, he was not as he had been before. He came to me in the night, seeking comfort—but there was something in him I had never known. A darkness, sharp and unyielding. I will not burden you with the details. It is enough to say that I no longer recognized the man I thought I knew so well.
I suddenly felt cold, right after a sound of ripping. I woke up immediately, sitting up on the bed, only to be roughly pushed back. Someone had ripped open my nightgown in half, leaving me bare. I whined, panic and tears filling my eyes, and I felt a hand on my mouth.
“Shut up.” I suddenly heard him. My eyes shot to where his one eye should have been, my body relaxing immediately.
“Aemond– What–”
“I said shut up.” He growled. I gasped as he grabbed my hips and turned me around on my bed, pushing my face down on the bed.
“Aemond, wait– I’m not ready to– Ah!” I bit down the sheets to muffle as best as I could the sounds of pain as he slipped in one hard thrust inside me, and started thrusting immediately, not letting me have the time to adjust to his presence. I tried to reach him behind me, trying to make him understand that it was painful, but he grabbed my arms and held them on my back.
I heard him laugh as he kept pushing and pushing, groaning for his pleasure.
“Rejoy, my sweet sister, The bastard is dead.” He chuckled. He leaned down, pressing my arms on their place on my back with his chest as he placed his hands beside my face.
“Luke paid his debt, now I wish to feast in your cunt.” He growled in my ear. I turned my head to the side, opening my mouth to beg him to wait a moment, but he quickly slipped his index and middle finger in it, shushing me.
“Don’t you want to make me happy, my beloved? I thought you loved me.” He slipped his fingers out of my mouth, straightening back up, gripping my hips to push my arse back to meet his strong thrusts. I simply let out a little whine, but after that I kept my mouth shut, and my body in the same place he left it.
All I ever desired was to make him happy.
And yet… he is not always so.
There are moments—quiet, fleeting—when he softens, as though the storm within him breaks. He has wept in my presence, Daeron. Laid his head upon my lap as though he were still the boy we once knew. In those moments, he asks forgiveness, though he does not say for what. I do not know whether he seeks absolution from me, from the gods, or from himself.
It is those moments that bind me still.
And yet, I am torn.
He has chosen a Baratheon bride. You will hear of it soon enough, if you have not already. I wish I could claim indifference, but I cannot. The thought of her wounds me more deeply than I care to admit. She has done me no wrong, and still I find I cannot bear the thought of her taking the place he once swore would be mine.
He tells me she is nothing. That I remain his true love. That his promises to me yet stand.
But promises feel fragile in times such as these.
“She— She… I don’t know what you want from me, Aemond, I’m devastated…” I sniffled as I turned around and paced in my chamber, Aemond was still standing by the door, closed.
“Please, my love, she is no one.” He insisted once again.
“She will be your wife! Her offspring will legitimately be yours, and they will be recognised as your firsts children, and if ever there will be a chance to inherit something from you, it’ll go to them, no matter if we end up marrying in the end or not. You can’t pretend that I won’t be hurt, or mad by all of this.” I tried to maintain a calm voice, but it was really difficult.
“You’re still my love.” He walked to me, placing his hand on my cheek, and caressing me with his thumb.
“Do you understand that I feel betrayed? I might be your love, but you’ll be having a wife soon.” I shook my head. “And you will bed her. She will have your child.”
Aemond gritted his teeth, looking to the side for a moment, just like he did when he couldn’t fix a problem. Then, all of the sudden he gripped me by the back of my thighs and lifted me up.
“Then I’ll have to be sure you’ll be carrying my real first born.”
He growled and threw me on the bed.
He speaks now not only of vengeance, but of war with a fervor that unsettles me. It is no longer duty alone that drives him. There is something more—something that feeds upon the conflict itself. I fear what it may make of him. I fear what it may make of all of us.
And I fear that the days we once knew—the quiet laughter, the stolen glances, the foolish joy of it all—are gone beyond recall.
So I write to you, dear brother, with a selfish plea: remain as you are. Turn your eyes, where you can, from the cruelties that now surround us. Hold fast to the goodness in you.
For when we meet again—and I pray that we shall—I would have at least one thing in this world remain unchanged.
She had always felt uneasy going to the shop, to a bar, or to eat outside alone.
She felt like she could guess the opinion of the other people would have of her, thinking she might be alone because she was a bad person or someone to not have around, she felt like they would probably pity her.
Yet, somehow, she couldn’t care less about what others thought of her at that moment.
Not when she was laying on a deckchair with a drink in her hand, and a perfect sunset mirrored on the sea in front of her.
She had no worries.
Aemond surely wouldn’t come looking for her, she knew that much.
He didn’t care about her, and she made peace with how much of a fool she had been to think the opposite.
It was easy to make peace with past mistakes when the view was so good, and life was so easy.
She wrapped her lips back around the straw, and drank more of her drink.
She paused as she heard a deep, masculine voice.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A guy sat beside her deckchair, on the sand, looking at her with a smile.
She turned to look at him, and she let her eyes, hidden from her sunglasses, wander over him shamelessly.
The guy was hot.
Blonde, tanned, well fit, and long legs.
His smile was beautiful.
“Yeah.” She smiled back. “It is. Very beautiful.” She sat up on the deckchair as she looked at him.
“I’m James.” He said. “I’ve been looking at you.” He flashed her again with a smile.
“Yeah?” She bit her lip, blushing. She pulled her sunglasses over her head, pushing back her hair. James nodded, humming.
“Kept asking myself, if I would come here, and ask her out, would she refuse me? Or maybe…” He raised a hand and ran his finger on her arm, tracing with his eyes the path of his finger. “Would she let me take her to the best date of her life?” He looked back up at her, smiling.
She bit her lip harder, chuckling.
“The best date of my life, uh?” She teased. “Maybe.” She raised her shoulders. “What do you offer?” She turned to lean over the armrest at his side, resting her chin on her palm.
“Dinner at a restaurant, sea view.” He leaned forward. “A good company.” He moved closer. “And a private tour to one of the most special places on this island.”
She couldn’t help but smile too, wider than she ever did in the last few months.
She laughed and shook her head, leaning back in her seat.
“She won’t refuse.” She smiled as she looked at him with the side of her eye.
It was as if his face lightened up, his brows raising, eyes widening.
“What a lucky guy.” He muttered with a smirk, never taking his eyes off her.
She never dated much.
She barely dated, actually. Other than a few flings when she was in high school, her love life has always been pretty miserable.
Once she was out of school, she worked as a waitress, trying to make some money for herself.
Pretty useless, since her father claimed them as his own, and used them for his own fun or to pay his debts.
She had some hookups, but dates?
She hasn’t been one in years.
She was actually nervous and excited. She wanted to make a good impression on James.
Back at her hotel, she started preparing mid afternoon, showering, shaving, blow drying her hair, putting cream, even some bodyglitters.
She wanted to be perfect.
She wanted to feel beautiful, so she would believe every compliment James would give her.
If he would compliment her.
Neither her father or Aemond ever complimented her, in any way on that regard.
Would she shiver in pleasure? Would she be able to accept the compliment, or would she shy away, blushing and look somewhere else?
She didn’t know
She took out of the wardrobe a pink dress that shaded lighter on the edges, reminding the petals of a lily, then put on some low, white heels.
Not too much, not too elegant, not too casual.
The colours all accentuated her tan. The make up was light, but effective.
She was ready.
Ready to have a normal date, a normal night, a normal life.
She walked outside of her room, and the hotel, confidently.
She was going on a date with a beautiful man, who looked kind and gentle, and full of energy.
So not Aemond.
She shook her head to physically kick the thought out of her head.
No, fuck Aemond. No Aemond anymore.
She took a deep breath and walked outside, the chilly fresh hair of the evening making her skin prickle.
James walked up to her with a smile, dressed in linen pants and tight elegant shirt.
She noticed he had wide shoulders, and was much taller than her, even if she wore heels.
Almost as tall as Aemond.
He looked good, no, he looked hot.
She smiled at him, taking a deep breath as she approached him.
“Hey.” She walked up to him, her hands clenching around her purse.
“Hey, yourself.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb, moving her bangs out of her face. “You look beautiful. Breathtaking.” He smiled.
“Thank you.” She smiled, blushing as she looked down.
His smile was too much, she couldn’t help but smile back.
He took her hand, guiding her to his car. He opened the door of the passenger seat for her, and helped her inside.
Gentleman.
She had to bite her lip to keep herself from giggling.
No one ever opened the door for her.
She was just… so happy.
She was free, and happy.
“So how did you end up here?” James asked as he settled in the driver seat and started driving. “You’re staying in a hotel, so it’s a holiday?”
“Yeah. A long holiday.” She answered. “I don’t know if I want to travel more or settle here.” She said honestly. “This place… looks like paradise on earth.”
“Yeah, that is true.” He chuckled. “I was born here, and I lived here all my life. This place gives you opportunities for every kind of adventure. Waves to surf, mountains to climb, woods to explore.”
“You’re an adventurous one?” She asked, looking at his profile.
Oh, he was handsome.
“Never stood still since I was a kid.” He laughed.
Oh, he had dimples.
They arrived at the restaurant, and it was beautiful. Every table was far enough to give the freedom to speak and have privacy, a candle sat on top of each of them, casting a low, romantic glow.
The view of the beach and the sea that mirrored the sky full of stars, and the moon, made the restaurant a perfect package for romanticism.
James put a hand on the small of her back, smiling gently at her as he guided her to their table.
He even pulled back the chair for her to sit.
“I really hope you enjoy the food. It’s pretty good here.” He smiled as he sat in front of her, taking the menu.
“I trust your judgment, I'm not picky about food.” She said, crossing her arms on the table and leaning over, not even glancing at the menu, but keeping her eyes on his beautiful face.
“Good girl.” He murmured before catching the attention of a waiter, and ordering wine and food.
She bit her lip and crossed her legs under the table, squeezing her thighs together.
Maybe his form of love was praising?
She liked that.
She wondered if he also used it in the bedroom, if he would guide her with kind and gentle words towards her orgasm and praise her afterward.
It would be an interesting change of scenery from Aemond.
“Tell me more about your adventures.” She smiled as she looked at him, leaning over the table. He placed his elbows on the edge of the table, returning her gaze with a smirk, chuckling.
“What do you want to know, sweetheart?” He placed his elbows on the table. “Something fun?”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
Not even halfway through dinner, she was holding her belly from the pain because of how much she was laughing.
James was a wild one, there was no doubt.
The amount of times he had risked his life during one of his crazy ideas was definitely over the average.
He was fun, he knew how to tell a story, he knew how to pique her interest, and she found herself hungry for more of his memories.
“So, yeah, I don’t truly recommend hiking in flip flops.” He laughed as he took the last sip of his glass of wine.
“But tell me something about you.” He said as he fixed his eyes on her. “Why are you here all alone?”
She took a deep breath and leaned back on her seat, looking down at the glass in her hands.
“Because I needed… to get free.” She said, not looking up. Even though she had a feeling it was exactly someone like James that would understand that statement at best.
“My life was very different from yours.” She forced a smile. “I got a job as soon as I got out of school because I needed the money.”
She couldn’t look at him, scared he would look down at her.
Obviously she had no intentions of dropping the real bomb.
“Yeah, also, I’m married, but I was forced to against my will. My husband is a real asshole, but I still managed to fell for some stupid words he said to me while we were fucking. Oh, but he immediately humiliated me and put me back in my place, so I wrecked his room and ran here.”
Yeah, she couldn’t say that.
“So I put away some money and decided to leave.” She resumed.
“Brave girl.” The praise hit her harder than she imagined, so she dared to look up at him.
The way he was looking at her stole her breath.
He looked proud of her.
She let out a shaky breath, fighting the tears that threatened to come up.
No one ever looked at her that way.
No one.
James took her hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of it before bringing it to his mouth and placing a long kiss on it.
She looked away, biting her lip.
“It takes a lot of courage to just take off alone, leave everything behind, and just be free.” He said softly. “You are… a strong and brave woman.”
She smiled genuinely at him, blinking away the tears.
“Thank you. Truly.”
James lifted the humor back up with some other of his stories, and she was deeply grateful for it.
It gave her time to calm herself, and be fully present again.
After the dessert, he paid for the dinner, refusing to even let her get up from her seat until he was done.
He helped her up by holding her hand once he came back, and guided her towards the beach, walking near the shore.
He gave her his arms to hold onto as she took off her shoes to walk more comfortably, especially when he guided her towards the side of the beach made of rocks.
“This way.” He said as he helped her carefully over an old fallen tree. “Careful.” He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her up and off the tree to not make her jump off.
“Thank you.” She smiled, blushing as he pulled her close to his chest. He smiled down at her, holding her close for a bit longer than needed.
“Come on.” He murmured, leaning close to her ear. “I want to show you something.”
Her body filled with curiosity and anticipation.
They walked not much longer, and arrived at a small portion of the beach that was private, covered by big boulders.
Heels in one hand, the other in his, he walked her closer to the shore, until her feet wettened.
“What did you want to show me?” She asked, looking at him. He smiled back at him, squeezing his hand.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He said softly. “Just look.” He nodded towards the sea.
Confused, she turned, and what she saw, felt magical, if not possible.
The shore was glowing.
“What… How…?” She was speechless, she couldn’t move her gaze from the shore.
She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Every single movement of the water, every small wave that came to shore glowed.
“Nature.” James said. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
She looked to the side, following the length of the shore, and she noticed that the rest of the beach was glowing too.
“It’s breathtaking.” She said when she found her voice again.
She felt James’s hand on her shoulder, gently maneuvering her to turn her back towards him so he could look at his face.
She looked up at him, and saw the way his gaze moved over her face, adoringly.
How could this man, a stranger, warm her heart so much with just some caresses and looks?
She felt her breath hitch, and she knew this was the moment he would kiss her.
She wanted him to kiss her.
She closed her eyes, leaning her face more in his hands. She felt the warmth of his forehead against hers, his fingers moving over her cheeks in gentle caresses, making her move her face forward, searching for more of that contact, that warmth, that gentleness.
The way he caressed her, held her, looked at her, was making her heart melt.
She had never been treated like this, so softly, so carefully.
He touched her as if she might break if he held too tight.
She felt a tear run free from her eyes, but she didn’t move to wipe it away.
She wanted to stay like this forever, in that moment that felt too magical, too surreal to be true.
James kissed her tear, then placed two long kisses on her cheeks, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back, his hands dropping from her face
She almost stumbled at the loss of contact.
He… didn’t kiss her?
She opened her eyes to look at him, and there he was, standing in front of her, looking again at the beach, in silence.
Did she upset him in some ways?
She bit the inside of her cheek and mirrored his position, turning to look at the glowing water as she tried to swallow her disappointment.
She was sure the date went well, that he was at least a bit into her.
They were in the middle of the most romantic moment created by nature, and he didn’t kiss her.
Oh well, he did kiss her, but not like she was yearning for.
Had she done something wrong? Maybe it was her dress, or something she said?
Did her breath smell? But he ordered food for both of them, and they ate the same thing.
Was he simpy… not into her? Then why bother to take her out and bring her to look at the glowing beach in such a secluded spot?
During the ride back to the hotel, she barely spoke but James didn’t seem to notice much, filling the silence with more of his stories.
This time, she had to force herself to laugh, because she wasn’t truly listening to him.
Her mind was dripping with insecurities and doubts about herself and the way she acted the entire date, trying to find some mistake that would have led James to not kiss her.
Was she being too greedy, shameless, perhaps?
Maybe people here dated differently, and not kissing on a first date was normal?
“Hey.” His hand on her knee snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at him with the best smile she could make. “We’re here.”
She looked outside the window and saw the glowing leds of the hotel.
“Oh.” She said. “I didn’t even realise we were already here.” She moved to open the door but he grabbed her arm, smiling and shaking his head.
She breathed in sharply and held her breath.
Maybe he would do it now?
But then he stepped out of the car and walked around it, opening her door from outside.
A second wave of disappointment crashed on her, and this time she wasnt sure she masked it properly.
“Thank you.” She said as she stepped out of the car, holding the hand he offered. She turned to look at him and he took a step closer, taking both her hands in his.
“I don’t want to be too harsh but…” He smiled up at her. “Maybe… tomorrow we could have dinner at my place? I’m a great cook.” He looked at her, his eyes filled with hope.
What? So he was interested?
She had never been so confused in her life.
“Yes, sure.” She answered before she could realise it. James chuckled, his smile widening.
“Perfect.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close into a hug. “Tomorrow it is, then. I’ll come pick you up at the same hour.” He kissed his cheek again. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”
She closed the door of her room behind her, and after kicking her heels somewhere in the room, she slid down the floor, her back against the door.
What the hell was wrong with her?
She slid her hands in her hair, groaning.
The guy was kind, sweet, gentle, and absolutely handsome, but she had to get all worked up just because he didn’t kiss her.
She didn’t know why she cared so much, she didn’t know when she started liking him so much to be so disappointed over something so silly.
She barely knew the guy, they only went on one date.
She couldn’t care this much, she shouldn’t let another man have that much influence over her, not after what happened to her.
She should protect herself, she should know how to shield herself from expectations that would only lead to disappointments.
Like her marriage, or Aemond, or the possibility that her father would change.
But then she remembered how James had touched her face, how his lips caressed her cheeks, how she had hoped he would caress her somewhere else too.
She rubbed her temples and forced herself to stand up and get ready to bed.
Tomorrow, she wouldn't get worked up over something so silly.
She would have been a grown woman and appreciated the date even if he didn’t touch her.
The morning after, she woke up feeling anything but refreshened.
She managed to get up from the bed late in the morning, and after a shower, she ordered room service for lunch.
She already knew she would have spent the day in her hotel room, trying to kill the time until tonight.
She was going to keep the promise she made herself, and be satisfied with whatever would happen, or well, wouldn’t happen.
She started getting ready early, hoping to kill the time, and to take her time with every preparation.
She tried on different options of outfits, but in the end, considering they would have stayed home, she put on a white silk dress, and some flats.
She waved her hair, and kept the makeup light.
She put cream all over her body, picked some sexy underwear and sprayed perfume to all the important places.
Now she felt truly refreshened.
She felt petty, beautiful.
Distracting herself with some tv program from time to time, evening came, and it was time to head out.
James was waiting for her out of the car, leaning against the hood, but when he saw her, he immediately straightened up and walked to her.
“You get more beautiful every time I see you.” He said, charmingly. She blushed and smiled.
“Thank you.” She bit her lip. “You… look good yourself.” She mumbled, feeling awkward at complimenting him.
His smile widened and he leaned forward to kiss her cheek before walking her to the car.
As he did last night, he helped her inside, and closed the door for her.
Walking over to the passenger seat and taking his place, he shot her an excited look.
“The food's warm.” He said. “Curious?”
“Very.” She nodded. “What did you cook?” She asked, making James chuckle and shake his head, eyes fixed on the road.
“It’s a surprise, sweetheart, you’ll see once we get there.”I live not too far, but it’s a house a bit isolated, but warm and welcoming.” He looked at her and winked. “I built it myself."
She didn’t feel anxious or worried.
James held that aura, calming and warm that made her feel safe.
“Cool.” She answered. “I’ll judge the style once we get there.” She teased.
“Yeah, you do that, sweetheart, but don’t go too hard on me.” He teased back.
She smiled, truly smiled and looked outside the window, enjoying the nature as they drove further into it.
The car came to a stop in front of a small house, but big enough for two people.
This time she didn't try to open the door, and simply waited for James to do it for her.
She gladly accepted his hand when he offered it, and stepped out of the car.
“Come.” He smirked as he guided her to the front door.
“So far so good.” She chuckled as she looked at the exterior of the house.
James looked back at her with a smirk, opening the door and stepping back to let her in first.
She reciprocated the smile and stepped in, looking around.
The entry lights were yellowish and not too strong.
On the right she noticed an open door, and she could see from outside the moving shadows cast by the flicking flame of candles.
Inside it was all made pretty much of wood, the walls, ceiling, the floor.
The door closed behind her, she took a step towards the door on the right, glancing back at James.
But James was nowhere to be seen.
“James?” She called out.
She furrowed her brows and stepped fully in the room, freezing.
“What is it baby?” He asked, standing up from the settled table.
