ENJOY YOU SEXY BASTARDS
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"This is all your fault, you make me act in ways I would never do," Catelyn accused, her breathing becoming heavy, the heat in the room becoming hotter than usual.
"I haven't done anything, you've only acted on your instincts.
Slapping me is something you've enjoyed for as long as I can remember.
Tell me, Cat, when you were young, didn't you have someone you humiliated and treated like a pet?" the bastard asked as he moved down her neck and licked it, making her gasp.
Instantly, a memory of her came to her mind, of her humiliating little Petyr by making him get on all fours and sitting on his back, then came another where Petyr tried to kiss her and she slapped him until his cheek was red and she spat on him and verbally humiliated him, Catelyn began to gasp as she remembered those times, she wouldn't do that, that wasn't her.
"I see I was right, tell me Cat. Who was the man who enjoyed your humiliations? Was it my uncle Brandon? Or some lover?"
"Petyr Bealish," Catelyn replied without hesitation.
"Oh, so the Master of Coin, Lady Catelyn Tully Stark, enjoying humiliating her childhood friend.
You tried to turn me into a Bealish of your childhood, humiliating me to the point of turning me into a dog.
You are a naughty little woman," said the bastard, biting her neck, making her moan.
"I'm not, it's your fault for everything I'm doing," Catelyn said, instinctively raising her neck higher to encourage the bastard to go further.
"Tell me to stop, tell me I'm wrong, prove to me that it was me who's bringing out this perverse side of you, and not you who's already as sick as I am," the bastard challenged her as he grabbed her hair, making her gasp from the rough treatment; she could feel the bastard's cock against her thigh as he is constantly grinding himself to her.
Catelyn couldn't say a word, only her breaths and gasps could be heard in that room as she closed her eyes in defeat, her heart beat rapidly as she felt the rough touch of this man, the moisture ran between her legs and her pussy burned and begged to be destroyed by the bastard's cock.
"I knew it, you're as wicked as I am," the bastard affirmed as he kissed her possessively.
Catelyn yielded to the kiss without hesitation. She quickly untied the bastard's laces, and he untied the laces of her dress. When they broke the kiss, they were both half-naked, and their panting filled the room. She could see the bastard's black eyes filled with lust for her, causing her to continue. She kissed him again and rubbed her hips against the bastard's prominent, hard cock, who groaned as he felt her thighs against his penis.
"You're a sick whore," the bastard growled, biting her earlobe and neck, but not hard enough to leave a mark.
" STOP, THIS IS WRONG, YOU'RE A MARRIED WOMAN WITH FIVE CHILDREN, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! " her inner voice screamed, but at that moment Catelyn wasn't paying attention.
With a swift movement, she slid off her little dress, letting it fall to the floor and leaving her completely naked, in front of the bastard, who was shirtless, revealing his well-defined chest and abs.
Catelyn approached the bastard and claimed his lips, inserting her tongue into his mouth to play with his tongue.
She sucked, bit, and explored Jon's tongue with a pleasure she had never known.
In these moments, she was not Catelyn Stark; she had let her most basic instincts dominate her.
She ended the kiss by biting his lower lip, reopening the wound she had made that morning.
"Keep going," Jon ordered in a commanding voice.
"Don't tell me what to do," Catelyn said, slapping him and grabbing Jon's face with her right hand.
She forced his mouth open, and when he did, she spat into it.
A damp feeling trickled down her legs as she watched Jon swallow Catelyn's spit, as if it were a refreshing liquid.
Jon opened his mouth wide, showing that he had swallowed her saliva.
Now it was Jon's turn to grab her jaw, forcing Catelyn's mouth open so he could spit into it.
This was both humiliating and intoxicating. With great pleasure, she slid Jon's spit down her throat and opened her mouth to show that she had swallowed too.
They kissed again, and only the lascivious sound of their lips and tongues fighting filled the room.
Jon's hands kneaded her buttocks, occasionally slapping them, making Catelyn moan like a common whore.
She was the one in control here, not him. She removed Jon's hands from her ass, earning a disappointed groan from the bastard.
Once the kiss was broken, she began kissing the bastard's neck, sucking and licking it, making him moan.
She kissed Jon's collarbone, kissed each pectoral muscle, and licked him from his right pectoral to his abs, leaving a trail of saliva across his chest.
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