In the carriage [TAG Greta]

Ready to start their trip to the wedding of the Mormont heir Daemon had waited for some minutes in the carriage and was just about to open one of the books he had packed in when Greta joined him in the carriage. "I have to admit, you took much less time that I expected." He started their conversation when she sat down opposite to him just before the carriage started to move.

"I don't need that much time to get ready" she replied to Daemon as she entered the carriage: she was naturally beautiful and she didn't need to take hours to make herself look pretty. Not that she didn't like be fashionably late, but she knew the difference between such and incomprehensibly late. As she sat down she stiffened a bit: last tim she and Daemon got intimate he hit her behind 3 times, and he hit her harshly, and her skin was so delicate... she had to admit, at least to herself, that a part of her liked it. It was painful, but it felt good too... But now her behind still hurt every time she sat down, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction to know. Unluckily, as soon as the carriage started moving, the sudden movement made a little moan of pain escape her lips, and she blushed immediately after. Curse him...

Daemon chuckled with a big grin on his face as Greta moaned in pain. Oh he knew very well what caused her body to react like this. "Maybe for next time you should take your time since you seem to have forgotten a pillow didn´t you?" He said leaning back into the carriage still smirking at her though taking back the book in his hands.

Greta's cheeks became even redder as she looked away answering piqued "I don't know what I'd need a pillow for." Gods he was making fun of her! Fucking teaser! How dared he making fun of her in that way? She didn't want to give him any satisfaction but she wasn't sure she could keep herself from moaning in pain again: the movement of the carriage was making it all worse. If she was alone, she would have changed position, laying on her stomach. There was enough room for her to so so, if she was willing to bend her knees, but it wasn't something she was going to do in front of Daemon...

"Oh I´m sure you know exactly what I meant. As much as I enjoy your delicate moans my dear, I do prefer the ones out of pleasure not pain." He said still focused at his book before he closed it once again to get out a pillow hidden inside the carriage under the bench he was sitting on to hand it Greta.

She simply couldn't be more embarrassed and she was even going to refuse the pillow, but a new jerk of the carriage and her moan of pain that followed right after made her change her mind. She took the pillow muttering a low 'thanks', but she couldn't look at him in the eye and she kept avoiding to look at him when she sat on the pillow. It gave a little relief, but unluckily not much...

Again he opened his book though this time actually starting to read it while he hid behind his book so Greta couldn´t see his malicious joy.

The more time she spent on the pillow, the less useful it became. She kept shifting uncomfortably on the pillow, tying to find relief but without any success. Dammit Daemon as his hands... his strong, pleasuring hands... she bit her lower lip, not even being sure if that was for the pain or for the memories, but at a new jerk of thee carriage she couldn't hold a new moan of pain

Daemon had just finished the first chapter of his book when he looked at his wife again. Poor little Greta still so much in pain ... just from their little "exercise" the other day. Again he had to smirk a little. "You know you can always lay down in the carriage. It´s just the two of us in here and I don´t mind."

Greta was still shifting uncomfortably in her place, trying not to make it too evident but obviously failing. At Daemon's suggestion her cheeks blushed again... the thought was tempting but... the embarrassment was more. "There is no need, thank you." she replied bluntly

Before she could say or do anything against it Daemon hit, though rather quite gently, the right side of her behind forcing her to scream again in pain. "See, there is need to. Now lay down or I´ll do more with her precious body than slightly streaking it if you know what I mean." He said giving her a wink as well as a seducive smirk.

Daemon's action totally took her by surprise and she couldn't keep a scream as he hit her on her behind. Her cheeks turned on fire, she could really feel them burning as they got as red as a ripe tomato. Without a world but without being able to look at him in the eyes as well she did as he had suggested and laid down on her stomach, her bottom finally finding some relief now that it was facing nothing but air "I bet you're enjoying all this..." she muttered between her teeth

"To not see you in too much pain anymore? Absolutely. After all the time we spend together you actually should know I´m not that much of monster dear Greta. Or do you want me to be?" He replied reading again.

"I should remind you that If I'm in such a humiliating position is your fault, dear Daemon? So well, I'm not so sure how much truth there is in your words." she snapped a him without reflecting in the fact that it might not be a wise thing to do...

"Oh that? At least you can walk properly within the next few days. Compared with most other man with me you can count yourself actually quite lucky ya know." He said shrugging.

He wasn't even sorry for what he did! Greta wasn't sure anymore if her cheeks were red for embarrassment or for rage. "I should be the lucky one? Most women wouldn't be so compliant when it comes to such subjects!"

He chuckled at her remark, not to mention her red cheeks. "Oh sweet innocent Greta."

"Stop laughing at me! That's just rude!" she replied, hitting his knee out of anger and frusration, still not able to get rid of the color on her cheeks.

No matter how much grown up she pretends to be and actually is, Greta still had quite some attitudes of a child which made Daemon actually chuckling even longer though more quiet. "And it´s not rude to hit your poor husband?"

"My poor husband forgets he hit me first, and he showed no mercy or regret doing so" she hissed back, even more annoyed by is reaction, deliberately forgetting to mention how she had enjoyed that as well...

He shrugged. "Mercy? Regret? After you enjoyed it so very much? Oh come on." Holding his book in the air again he gave her a grin. "Besides, you should better watch out with your teasing the next days."

Damn him! Curse him! She could feel her cheeks burning, it was almost painful! Yes, she had possibly enjoyed that... that was no reason to take advantage of the situation to mock her like that "And why would I do that?" she hissed again

"Cuz I sadly can´t promise you not to take use of your current pain in that case." He said now waving with the book, still wickedly grinning.

She gulped, now actually fearing what he could do but he tried to hide that from him turning away "And then you try to defend yourself from the accusation of being a monster..."

Lowering the book and continueing to read the books next chapter he replied shortly after. "A real monster would have just grabed you and would now almost be done with screwing you. Though maybe this is just what you intend with your mocking?" He teased her.