‘After
a long hard mission, I feel too exhausted to go all the way back to the
homestead, so instead I find an inn for the night. Little did I realize, it was
a Templar hold. I checked and headed up to my room, only to be pulled into a
room by Haytham, himself. Suddenly awake, I know I have to
think fast. As one hand holds me to the wall, and a blade to my throat, I smirk
and let my fingers ghost down his jaw. “Hello Sir,” is all I say, and his blade
dropped a millimeter. His eyes narrow and his voice is a stern whisper.
“Who are you and why have you come here? To your death.” I turned my head
slightly as I took him in, now I see where Connor
got his height and build from. And that seriousness.
“I didn’t know by wanting to sleep I’d be kicking a hornet’s nest Sir.” He
leaned closer, and I’m sure the hand holding me back could feel my heart
thumping.
“Are you afraid?” He said with a smirk as his body leaned even closer.
“A little, but I think there is another reason my heart races, Sir.” His brows
raised slightly at my words, then more so as my finger reached up to twirl the
ribbon that held his hair back. “I could easily pay my penance for disturbing
you.” Then I smiled as I looked up and his questioning look. “Over and over
again, if you’d like, Sir.” He seemed to consider my words, and I took the
opportunity to let my hands move to his chest. I had a few buttons undone, his
toned chest now exposed when his hands caught mine.
“Is this some plot to kill me?” His voice was rough, and I trembled as his body
was now the thing holding me back. Such power.
“Not at all Sir, you can disarm me completely, and disrobe me if you need more
proof.” I watched with anticipation as he narrowed his eyes and looked in my
eyes, then I noticed the slightest flicker of his eyes in the candle light and
I could feel a slight bulge pressed against me. I seductively let my tongue
slide over my lips and soon I was watching as Haytham
removed my blades. He then slowly undid my coat and I heard a slight sigh as he
looked at my thin shift under it.
“Let’s see if you can survive a night of penance then, my
dear.” His hands became rough as his lips began to devour my mouth. He made
sure I knew he was never truly trusting of me, and that he would remain in
charge of the situation.’

[X] | Confessed by: @thecreedweliveby