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Bitch in Pearls
Simon held up the long strings of pearls and grinned at me. “They’re just cultured, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many in a string before. You?” I held out my hands and let the Savior pool the cool pearls into my palms. They were beautiful, even if they weren’t naturally occurring.
“Only in plastic,” I smiled at him. Simon leaned comfortably against the doorway to the parlor and watched me with those big brown eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him. He was being cagey, which was actually pretty unusual for Simon around me. “Did you have plans for them? Or are you just showing off?”
Simon ducked his head and actually blushed before looking up at me again. “Do you think Kitty would like them?”
“Oh, definitely,” I said with a nod. “This kind of thing’s right up her alley.”
“I uh… I wanted to get her something nice. Surprise her, y’know?” He paused to fidget with the pearls, drawing them over his fingers and watching them.
“There’s something more here,” I murmured, “isn’t there?” You get a sixth sense about that kind of thing around here.
Simon was still blushing when he cleared his throat and nodded. “I hear you’re the parlor’s resident expert on knots.” I nodded for him to continue and he said, “Could you… um…”
I raised an eyebrow, getting an instant mental image of the tall man naked and tied in pearls. It wasn’t a bad look for him. “You want me to tie you up for Kitty to find?”
“I wish,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m scheduled for a supply run leaving this afternoon. I was more hoping you’d show me a few knots. And… um, maybe I could leave you for her to find.”
Negan’s hands closed on my hips when I lunged across the bed, aiming to land on the other side. He hauled me back to him with a low growl and I gasped when he brought my ass firmly against his crotch. I whimpered a little; I could feel his cock and I wanted nothing more than to surrender right now. But he wanted a fight.
I’d give him one.
I rolled and twisted in his grasp, planted one foot against his thigh and launched myself away. My hands reached the side of the bed, but Negan had me by the foot. He pulled me back and caught my wrist when I tried to push away from his shoulder. With both hands pinned above my head, Negan paused to study me, panting and his eyes glowing with hunger. “Such a bitch,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss me roughly.
“Just how you like me,” I gasped back and gloried in his raspy laughter.
~Bitch
“Fuck this,” Negan mumbles with frustration and tears my shorts open rather than unzipping them.
“Negan!” I shout at him indignantly. We’ve talked about this, how what little clothes I do fit, I can’t risk have being unusable anymore.
“Princess can fix the zipper,” Negan placates me and presses an apologetic kiss to my cheek. “And if she can’t do that, then I’ll tear apart every fucking department store from here to Washington D.C. looking for shorts for you, Rose.”
~Rose
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A Perfect Princess
Choosing Princess was easy. I knew exactly what kind of girl I wanted for Negan. Someone sweet, compliant, a good girl. I needed the kind of girl who could be the ying to my yang, to fuss and care for him in a way that I couldn’t. Afterall, I wasn’t ignorant. I knew that as much as Negan enjoyed being my submissive there was always going to be a part of him that needed to dominate in the bed as well as out of it.
Princess was working in the kitchen when I first noticed her and she didn’t catch my eye because she was an excellent cook it was because nothing was too much effort for her. She was always willing to go that extra mile and more than anything I liked the way she blushed whenever we spoke.
I tested her for several weeks before I made my decision. I needed to know she would be perfect. Submissive but not boring, loving but not jealous and more than anything she needed to know who was Queen.
When I was certain Princess was exactly what I was looking for I sent Fat Joey to extend an invitation to my room. She arrived promptly, her knock barely a whisper on my door. “Come in,” I called, fluffing my hair and lounging across my bed like a cat in the afternoon sun.
“You wanted to see me?”
I sliked off the bed, my negligee leaving little to the imagination, “make yourself comfortable.” Â
Princess perched on the edge of my sofa, her faded jeans at a contrast with the rest of the room. I wondered what she would look like in something prettier and I wondered how Negan would like her when I gave her to him. With a smile I popped the cork off a bottle of bubbly Negan had brought me.
“This is too much!” Princess protested as I handed her the glass.
“Nothing’s too much when you’re with me…” I replied, chinking my glass with hers and sitting besides her on the loveseat.
After that we talked for an hour or more, me asking her a web of questions and her giving me all the answers I’d been hoping for. “Do you know why I invited you here today?” I asked eventually.
Princess blushed, shaking her head.
“I’ve decided to take a lover and in return I’ve promised Negan the same. How would you feel if I asked you to join us up here in these apartments? To marry Negan, and to belong to us? Both of us...”
-Kitty xoxo
Mac held me against his chest as we watched the sun setting far over the treeline. He stroked his hand backwards over my forehead and I sighed, relaxing into him. After a second, he whispered, “Have you ever thought about kids?”
“The whole thing with Cherry and Rose got you scared?” I whispered back. He nodded a little and I could feel the tension in his chest. I knew he still felt guilty for his part in what had happened. “I was never really good with kids,” I went on, “and the world is such shit now. I don’t know if I’d want to try to raise a child in this world.”
“What would you do if… if…”
“I’d ask for help,” I said, taking the question away from him. “I don’t know what I’d do, ultimately, but I know I don’t have to do it alone.” Mac’s arms tightened around me and he rocked a little, his face buried in my hair.
~Bitch
The white sheets slipped down, displaying Negan’s ass for the world to see. But the whole world wasn’t there, just me. I was sitting on the floor, slipping on my stockings from last night, but I looked up just in time to see the morning light stream in, waking Negan up, making him stretch and wiggle and scratch his head. And I saw his ass, and I knew that I had to have it one day. All of it.
~Rose
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Sometimes Princess forgets I’m there. It stings but I completely understand. She had a rough life before this. I was there when the Saviors brought in her ex-boyfriend, saw her running, saw Kitty kill him. Sometimes when she looks at me, she only sees a man and that scares her. I hate that being around me could ever scare her, but when she remembers who I am, she relaxes. She’s like my sister and I could never let anything harm her.
~Mac
“What do you call two jalapeños getting it on?” Negan asks me, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.
“I dunno, Negan, what do you call two jalapeños getting it on?” I’m not so much interested in his jokes so much as I am at that which is hot and insistent against my thigh.

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The door to the parlor opened and I looked up from the book I was reading over Mac’s shoulder. Negan stood there with a wicked set to his face. “Bitch,” he said and his voice made me shiver. “I need you.”
I knew his eyes. I lifted my chin defiantly. “So? I just got comfy.” Mac’s head craned around to stare at me. He hadn’t seen this side of playtime before.
Negan’s smile curled at the edges and he took a step forward. “Don’t make me chase you.”
“Like you could catch me, old man.” I bolted up from the chair, leaving Mac flailing with his paperback while Negan took off after me. It had been a long time since we’d played chase and I was already just as wet as Negan was hard.
~Bitch
I’m the parlor’s cuddle buddy. I love that about being here. Sex is great, D/s is fantastic, I love following orders.
Sometimes the darkness creeps in, too.
I didn’t want to look at Bitch. She knows too much. I didn’t want to share.
I didn’t want to bring this to Cherry or Rose, though I knew I could. I wanted to protect them from the darkness. All of them.
I went to Negan. I crept into his room on cat feet and slumped on the bed. I just waited there until he came home. And when he saw me, he didn’t say a thing. His boots came off. His arms were around me, his face pressed against my shoulder.
Sometimes, only another man can understand.
~Mac
Negan slowly pushed my shirt up, pressing kisses along my ticklish hips until he reaches my belly. I watch him, run my fingers through his black hair that’s slick with product. With me, Negan knows his place, and he loves it. I love it, too, almost as much as I love the man himself.
~Rose
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“Look at that perfect ass,” Negan groaned as he peeled my thong down my thighs. “It’s as red as two juicy fucking cherries.”
I moan softly as Negan kneads the flesh of my ass, the stinging sensation from when he spanked me still present.
“Don’t you worry, Cherry-Pie, I’ve got the best fucking cure for a sore ass,” Negan chuckled behind me as he nudged my thighs apart. It didn’t take long to feel the familiar lapping of his tongue along my drenched slit. I pushed back into him with a whine, desperate to feel his tongue against my most tender areas.
Even though Negan loves to spank me when I ask him to, he certainly knows how to provide such lavish aftercare.
~Cherry
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Only for You
My hands were shaking. When had my hands shaken like this last? I couldn’t even remember. When had I been this nervous before? Ever? “Audition for Richmond.”
“What?” Bitch mumbled softly beside me and I felt her hand sliding over my belly then up my chest. I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but now that she was awake, I could see her trying to process what she’d heard. “What about Richie Rich?”
I laughed and pulled her fingers to my lips. “Richmond Ballet, silly. I was trying to think of a time I was this nervous and the only thing I can think of is my audition to dance in Richmond.”
“Why are you so nervous?” she murmured and propped her chin on my chest to regard my face with sleepy eyes.
I squirmed and looked away. I hadn’t told her about this yet and it was freaking me out more than a little. “Kitty asked me to dance. For her.”Â

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“How much do you like this bra?” Negan asks me between desperate kisses.
“A lot,” I manage to answer him between gasps for much needed oxygen, “be gentle with my lingerie, Negan, but you don’t have to be gentle with me.”
Negan growls in answer, but he does as I asks as he unhooks my bra rather than tearing it down the front between the cups like he normally does. Once I’m completely naked, all gentleness is gone, and I’m ready for him. I can take it.
~Rose
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Every once in a while I’ll lounge on the couch in Negan’s office and curl up with a good book. Negan keeps a lot of the books found on scavenging missions in the numerous wall length shelves in his office, so if I ever finish a book I can grab another.
I know Hubby loves having me in here, though I imagine I can be a bit distracting for him. When he thinks I’m not paying attention, he’ll sneak looks at me, no doubt imagining himself taking me right on the couch. I don’t think it helps when I wear my thigh-high stockings and dresses, as I sometimes let my dress ride up so he can catch a glimpse of my bare thigh.
It’s my way of flirting with him. By the amount of times he’s wandered over to the office door to lock it before turning to me with a grin, I think he enjoys it.
~Cherry
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