#negansmutweek

You walked into Negan’s room with your head held high. Hell if you were going down, you were going down a champ – nothing would deter you from believing you were a good writer and that you could write about anything the imagination could muster – that was one thing Negan couldn’t take from you.

Of course, nothing could be simple, it had just been by a horrid misfortune that Dwight had seen you writing in your journal and had gotten curious. With that damn height advantage he had, Dwight had leaned over your shoulder and inconveniently seen Negan’s name written in there before you had been able close it and yell at him. But Dwight, with his inability to remain quiet and leave people alone, had assumed you were conspiring against your leader.

You had tried to explain to him that your journal had nothing to do with trying to hurt Negan, but Dwight hadn’t believed you. That sneaky bastard had stolen your journal last night, against your wishes. When you had woke up this morning, the journal had not been in its original place - to say you had panicked would be an understatement. It had been fruitless to search because you knew who took it – you had been seething with rage and at the same time felt violated.

Not that it mattered how you felt, here at the Sanctuary, there was no such thing as privacy rules or justice, other than the rules Negan deemed. But that journal of yours had not been meant for prying eyes, least of all Negan’s. But like the ignorant fool that Dwight could be: he had no idea he had just handed Negan your personal porn journal where you had been writing some spicy, sex pieces about the latest inspirations that had hit you.

For the last few months you had been a soldier in Negan’s army of Saviors. You had watched Negan from afar, admiring him for his tenacity and charismatic ways. It had taken a few weeks for you to begrudgingly admit you had always been attracted to him, and a few more to realize just how zealous your desire ran. He was a man that commanded respect and was an advocate of using fear to keep his own men in line.

Of course, you weren’t blind to the terror he inspired or his very heartless and demeaning methods and you couldn’t overlook the fact that he had several wives. But you also realized it was impossible to deny that you wanted him – you wanted him oh, so very badly. Your burning need for the man had gotten so great that you couldn’t get him out of your mind, so you resorted to your favorite outlet.

Only two weeks ago you had decided to start writing again after a long break because of the volatility of the apocalyptic environment you had been engulfed in. But now with the Saviors, the threat of death was much lower than it once was. You had put yourself in harms way just to scavenge for a journal and some pencils, but the reward of being able to write again was priceless.

It hadn’t taken you long to delve right into your own pieces with beautiful prose and descriptive diction of having raunchy sex with Negan. Oh yes, your writing skills were being used to the utmost of their capabilities in your eyes – but what would Negan think of the erotica you had wrote? Would he even approve?

You were pretty certain Negan was going to find some way to rob you of your dignity, well at least that was what you were anticipating. But honestly, you weren’t certain how Negan would react to your sexual writing liberties, would he iron your face over them? That seemed unlikely, but would he be pissed, disappointed, disgusted, ashamed, mock the living hell out of you? All of those were highly probable. The need to know Negan’s intentions were gnawing away at your nerves – and if you don’t find out soon you were certain you might die from the suspense.

Yeah, it was absolutely mortifying knowing that your leader had probably read every word of the filthy porn you had wrote about him. All the different positions in which you had imagined having sex with him, all the different ways you had imagined him going down on you, all the different ways you had imagined sucking him off – and yes, you had regaled all these fantasies in your journal.

Just recalling all of the salacious acts you had involved Negan in caused a cloud of rosy embarrassment to creep across your cheeks – and even with your head held high you were sure he could see you blushing face.

Negan was sitting on his couch in his lavish bedroom, when Dwight not so kindly forced you through the door. Your leader was leisurely leaning into the furniture, his arms resting against the back of the gray cushions. Negan had his signature leather jacket and white t-shirt on with his well trimmed beard and slicked back hair. Lucille had a comfortable seat next to as she was propped firmly against a pillow. He looked completely at ease as he watched you walk in the room with Dwight close at your heels.

“There is our little fucking writer,” he said avidly as you entered. You didn’t miss Negan’s gaze methodically tracing the curves of your body, and as you continued forward a tight, heat coiled in your lower stomach.

Negan had the widest grin you had ever seen on his face, as if someone had just told him it was an all you can eat buffet at the pussy bar. You just knew he was eagerly awaiting the chance to either punish or mock you for the twisted knowledge he had gained.

Your journal was sitting on top of his glass coffee table, as well as the rest of your damn pride. Negan might as well have just ironed your fucking face at this point because seeing your journal in his possession was more torturous than you had anticipated. You had tried to prepare yourself for this trauma, but holy shit you might need some damn therapy after this one.

Dwight walked in, his steps chock full of arrogance as he guided you toward the beautifully upholstered armchair directly across from the couch. The blond hovered over you, as if he had just caught America’s most wanted criminal, and was patiently awaiting a fucking belly rub from his superior. 

Dwight placed a hand on your shoulder possessively, and it almost made you want to shudder. The man had never grown on you and you had always believed he’d been a worm.

“So it was plans for a coup, right? She’s been plotting to overthrow you for a long time?” Dwight said haughtily, his overconfidence was just oozing from each word. He must not have read the contents of the journal and just assumed he was holding a gold mine of treason in his hand. You had to withhold a laugh of frustration before you decided to speak out.

“Fuck you, Dwight, it wasn’t your journal to take. I told you, the contents were none of your fucking business, you–” that’s when Negan raised his hand to usher in silence. He was looking at you, just waiting to see if he could goad you into a fight – instead you denied him the satisfaction and remained still.

“Oh, it was fucking better than that,” Negan said amidst a mirthful chuckle, and he flashed you his pearly white teeth. “That was the best fucking thing I’ve read since we got here.”

You felt your eyes widen to the size of saucers from utter shock. For a second you were pretty certain your ears may have just malfunctioned, or maybe you had been hallucinating this whole conversation. But when the smile on Negan’s face only grew, it only confirmed what you heard as true.

Shit, shit, shit, had he just praised your porn writing as entertaining? You would have thought it was the apocalypse if it wasn’t the actual fucking apocalypse.

“Now Dwighty-boy, I’m going to talk to our little writer here, alone,” Negan said, his voice allowing no room for argument as he nudged forward so he was even closer to you.

“We have all sorts of interesting things to talk about.” He said as he locked eyes with you again. This time he sounded slightly suggestive and forbidding all at the same time, and if you hadn’t been struggling to wrap your head around his intentions – you would have been so turned on right now.

Dwight gave Negan a skeptical look before giving a firm nod. As he was leaving, Dwight shot you a pejorative glance before he closed the door behind him. You sat there, frigid, patiently awaiting Negan’s next move. Since Negan had indirectly complimented your porn writing you felt certain you weren’t going to have your face ironed – but maybe you shouldn’t assume; Negan could be unpredictable. It was a quality you found yourself even enjoying from time to time – that whole unstable air that encompassed him.

You jolted forward in shock when Negan started to laugh inexplicably and the sound of his laughter echoed off the walls and filled the large bedroom. He was still watching you, a dark glimmer fluttering under his lashes, but Negan was still letting out a low, throaty laugh.

“I was fully expecting a book filled with fucked up assassination plots, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened up this fucking book and found out it had descriptions of, yours truly, doing the freaky-deaky. I was shocked speechless, doll.”

He had a wide, joyful smile on his face, because Negan had just learned your dirty little secret. And hell, he was going to lord it over you, for him this was pure gold, pure fucking gold.

“You enjoy writing this sex stuff because it gets you all wet and wild, right? And I’m your fucking shining inspiration,” he jested.

You were still stunned silent, your mind was fluttering like a crazy, caged bird – no thought seemed to stay concretely locked in place. As you were about to speak, Negan interrupted you.

“So you got the hots for me don’t you, doll?” He implored with a smug smirk on his damn perfect lips. There was no lying your way out of this, you knew that with Negan honesty was the key – he respected those honest hardworking people of this Savior army, so you knew there was no way around it.

You nodded without hesitation because words were currently lost on you. Negan wasn’t an idiot you could fool. Negan had always been like walking sex in your eyes and if you told him otherwise you weren’t certain what would happen.

“I read your whole journal, and I’ll be damned, it was… sexy,” he said with a hearty smile. You were certain your face was as bright as a tomato from sheer embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to read it, that was my private journal. Dwight had no permission to take it from me,” you finally found your voice and spoke out. Negan chuckled under his breath. “He had every right to take it if he thought you were planning on killing me. It was just unfortunate for you that you were only writing porn, but I like to think of this as a happy little mistake. I do have to say, you really made me out to be an experienced sex god of some sort, and I like it. I mean, I just have to read you my favorite part, because hell, I don’t know how you found out I eat pussy this good.”

There was a pregnant pause, and you were sure Negan was toying with you –with that silly grin plastered on his face. It wasn’t long until Negan finally made a move and picked your journal up off the table. All his movements seemed tantalizingly slow – as if you were trapped inside a spell of slow motion madness. You watched as he opened the book to a random page, and scanned the surface of the sheet before he licked his lips and allowing a ghostly smirk to possess him.

“Oh, and I thought Lucille was a dirty girl, but doll, it seems you got her beat,” he jested, behind a giddy grin. “I mean this is some creative shit.”

He readjusted the book in hand and leaned forward so his eyes were squarely meeting your own.

Just to fuck with you some more, he cleared his throat as if he was preparing for a long speech. “Negan’s thumbs spread your lips and he immediately buried his face in your wet sex, his tongue circling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth,” he stopped, and holy shit, you were glad he did – because you needed to find your bearings again.

Right now you were struggling to keep your breathing steady as a hefty warmth settling between your legs and was creeping into your stomach. You wouldn’t be surprised if your panties were absolutely soaked at this point because Negan’s voice was erotic as hell.

When you had wrote that, you had never intended for the man himself to read it – let alone read it to you – and now the gleam in his eyes contained a certain hunger you had never witnessed in Negan before.

“At least you got one thing right,” his voice sliced through your very consciousness. “You better fucking believe I eat pussy like a damn god.”

He lazily flipped to the next page, his eyes transfixed on the wrinkled parchment. You felt your face turn blazing red because you knew, you just knew full well that you had written a very vivid sex scene on that page.

Again, Negan cleared his throat and shot you a toothy, boyish grin before he started to read.

“The lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by your cries and his occasional gutteral groan. Each time Negan pushed his cock into you as far he could, he would grind his hips in a circular motion that touched parts of you that you weren’t aware could feel so soul-shatteringly incredible and to your shame you could feel the wetness of your arousal coating the insides of your thighs,” Negan stopped to let out a high pitched whistle.

Your leader staggered back in what must have been unadulterated shock. “Christ, this is some good shit. How did you know I like grinding my hips into pussies? You’ve been spying on me, I bet. You dirty little voyeur,” he whispered at you in that gravelly, seductive little way that made your toes curl.

Your face was probably the most brilliant shade of pink, but you remained composed, even though you were being accused of peeping. “I’ve done no such thing, I just rely on my imagination,” you stated explicitly.

“You look mighty embarrassed talking about this. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Negan unleashed another sly grin

“No,” you retorted. “I’m fine.”

Negan stood up from his seat on the couch and languidly walked passed you. A muscular, jeaned leg brushed against yours as he passed by. You watched as Negan approached a very small table near the window.

“Come here, doll.” he instructed, which you obediently did without question. You were nervous, Negan still hadn’t stated his intentions for you, and you wondered if he really was going to iron your face.

You watched as Negan pulled out two glasses and a small bottle of Jack Daniels that was nearly emptied. It had been a long time since you had tasted a drop of whiskey, and you had always been a whiskey girl.

Negan must seen the way your eyes lit up, because he started to chuckle. “If I would have known you were so turned on by whiskey I would have asked for another bottle,” that devilishly handsome man poked.

He poured some for you and himself before passing you the crystalline glass and it’s potent contents. Taking the glass cautiously, you silently swirled the whiskey around before taking a calm drink. The burning warmth that slide down your throat was heavenly, and damn had you missed just relaxing and enjoying a glass of booze.

You both sipped the whiskey slowly, indulging in the heat and smoothness that you had long missed. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Negan observing you with solicitous curiosity.

“I got a proposition, and I only make propostions over a good glass of whiskey,” he said slowly as he tongue ran over his lips in a come-hither fashion.

“So, I read your journal, and it seemed to be a little embarrassing for you, I guess I would be embarrassed too if it was me,” Negan chimed in with a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “But listen to this, I got the best fucking way to mend this.”

He set down his glass and took a few steps forward, purposely invading your personal space. You had forgotten how tall Negan really was, as he towered over you. The smell of leather, whiskey and the faint scent of the forest and pines lingered on him, making for a very potent and intoxicating mix.

“How would you like to find out, you know, how fucking good I really am, doll? I mean, I don’t do apology sex, so this would be damn special. Holy shit, thinking about this is making me hard as a fucking rock.” You looked down at his pants and realized he was telling the truth, that indeed there was a large bulge pressed against the front of his gray jeans.

Negan was leaning into you now, so close that you could see every beautiful, individual silver and black whisker on his handsome, yet aging face. His dark irises were digging into your flesh, causing butterflies to dance in your stomach and for a second your own gaze fluttered to his perfect, pink lips. The very lips you had written and dreamed of kissing, before you refocused your sight back on his eyes.

Was this even reality right now? Because Negan was sincerely offering himself to you, and for a few seconds you felt as if your brain couldn’t even coherently make a sentence to accept his idea. This was what you had been fantasizing about for the last few weeks, and now this very desire that had been clawing away at you was finally becoming a reality – it seemed surreal.

Before you even spoke he placed a calloused finger on your lips, but it did not stay there for long. The tip of his finger trailed lower down your chin and dropped further to trace the contours of your throat and neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Negan’s finger purposely furthered its pace downward – especially as it grazed over the mound of your breast. His forefinger caressed the tip of your nipple and you found yourself arching your back slightly to meet his finger.

You were quickly wishing your shirt didn’t exist and you could feel your bare flesh against his. If you hadn’t been under a hypnotic, lusty haze and dying for more, you might have ripped your shirt off right there.

His hand dipped lower toward your stomach until it reached the very hem and leather belt on your jeans. Negan stopped and leaned in even closer to you, so much so that your faces were just a whisker length apart. He allowed his forefinger to tease the skin around your lower abdomen, which was causing wild goosebumps to rise on your flesh.

“So doll, what do you say? Wanna know how good I can fuck you?” His breath was tickling your outer ear as he spoke.

“Yes,” you whispered, as you finally found your awed, and suppressed voice.

“I didn’t fucking hear you?” He muttered, as he undid your belt and slid his hand underneath your blue jeans and panties. His dexterous fingers brushing against the soft flesh above your sex, right before he reached your tender folds.

You let out a small gasp as his fingers teased your clit. He was as skilled as you had imagined – his fingertips slowly traced their way around your lips and sensitive entrance – alluding to the fact he might finally dip into your core, which you were silently praying for.

“You are mighty wet, doll. Too bad you can’t find your fucking voice. Now, do you want me to fuck you or not?” Negan purred the question right into your ear, as he dragged out every syllable.

“Please, fuck me,” you groaned louder as his fingers shifted around your clit in a methodical circle again, drawing sharp waves of pleasure in your stomach. Your knees were starting to feel weak and with Negan’s breath hitting your ear you were surprised you were still standing.

Two of his fingers slid eagerly into your entrance and right away found a sensitive spot against your wall. Half distinguishable words and moans escaped your lips, and slowly a fire caught ablaze right in your lower abdomen just from the movement of his fingers alone.

The way he was gently rubbing made your hips buck slightly against his hand, almost begging him to go deeper and pleasure you further. The whole time Negan had a fervid grin that went from cheek to cheek, showcasing his dimples and making him even more appealing.

It didn’t take long for short, strangled moans to escape your mouth, as Negan continued to move two fingers in and out of you in such a slow and torturously sweet manner. You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers as he maintained a steady rhythm.

He was basking in the power he had over you, and you didn’t even fucking care anymore. You were so close to an orgasm that you could already see blackness creeping at the edges of your vision.

He was priming you, giving you a small taste of how good he could be – you knew it. But now you were drunk off of him, completely and utterly hooked. You needed more, so when he removed his hand from your pants when you were on the brink of your orgasm, you cried out like a child whose toy was stolen.

“Good girl,” Negan cooed in your ear. “You feel good enough to eat. Now, take your clothes off, get on the fucking bed and don’t make me tell you twice,” he commanded as he leaned against the wall behind him.

You were a shaking mess still, and your body was attempting to pull itself together. Never before had you been so close and had an orgasm stolen from you – even now you were certain your legs were made of rubber and you didn’t even come.

Slowly, you turned around, your eyes fixated on the large four-poster bed with the silky, exuberant gray comforter and matching pillows behind you. It was a bed made for a king – and you were surprised you hadn’t noticed it when you walked in.

Indeed, you did not need to be told twice as you walked over to the bed and very slowly shimmied out of your tight blue jeans. You dragged the motion out a little longer than you anticipated as you slid them down slightly and moved your hips in a tight circle. Hell, you had never been good at doing a strip tease, but you were good at getting even – and Negan had denied you an orgasm so you were going to get your revenge one way or another.

Any nervousness that had once been festering inside you was washing away, because deep down, it felt like Negan wanted you – and above all things you wanted him. Your body was screaming for his hard, long dick to be inside you practically.

Your writing about him had piqued his interest – and now you had gotten noticed and were being rewarded for your hard work in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.

Negan stayed where he was, sipping and savoring every drop of his whiskey. A feral look in his dark pools confirmed your belief that Negan did want you in a really fucking bad way – maybe it had been the way you were gyrating you hips wantonly - but for whatever reason it was, Negan looked hungry and close to insatiable, almost as if he could consume you whole.

You pulled your thin t-shirt over your head and as you began the task of removing your bra, the sound of footsteps filled your ears. Just in time you looked up to see Negan quickly closing the distance between the two of you.

He grabbed both sides of your cheeks unceremoniously and his lips collided upon yours. You felt Negan’s kiss become more demanding, as if he had a certain thirst for you that needed to be quenched. You tilted your head which allowed him to invade your mouth with zeal.

You felt like your head was spinning out of control as Negan’s tongue was doing furious exploration in your mouth. His thumbs started caressing your cheeks in a very slow circular motion, and you let out a soft moan that you were certain was reverberating in his mouth.

Without warning, Negan pushed you down on the very edge of the bed, not roughly, but rather with fervor. His eyes roamed your naked form and you could see his gaze light up as he stared directly at your exposed breasts.

You watched as he peeled off his jacket and shirt. Never before had you been so enraptured as sinewy muscles rippled under natural tan skin. Dark and silvery chest hairs were peppered on his upper pecs and ran down the length of his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you muttered under your breath as Negan undid his belt and pulled down his boxers. And just like that, his bulging erection came popping out. It had been a very long time since you had seen a cock so girthy and with such a large head – it was making you wet just looking at it.

“Holy shit is right, these pants were getting too fucking tight, and you’re the only one to blame here, doll.” He grabbed one of your nipples and began to tweak it with assiduous precision.

“You thought you could tease me and get away with it, didn’t you, doll? I’m gunna eat you out so fucking good that… well shit, you’ll be reliving it in your wet dreams for the next year,” his voice had dropped an octave and just his voice alone was causing shivers to run down your spine. A moan escaped your lips when he pulled on your nipple.

He didn’t even hesitate as he lowered himself toward your sex, neglecting the nipple he had been teasing. Hot breath was billowing against your inner thighs – the anticipation of waiting was going to make you almost come. Teeth, it wasn’t long until you felt Negan nipping at the sensitive skin of your thighs making your legs shake.

Negan finally lowered himself, and using his tongue to paint long, languid strokes from between your folds and your opening to your clit. You lifted your hips and offered yourself eagerly to him. Negan pulled your clit straight into his mouth gently, and held it between his teeth while running his tongue over it.

A tight heat began to build up in your stomach and slowly it was turning into an inferno, and you could feel it threatening to spill over.

His tongue danced feverishly across your clit as Negan’s hands caressed your upper folds. With desperation, your hands clutched frantically at the sheets. A bone-tingling wave of delight swept over you – it started at your center and spreading out through your limbs, until there was nothing but Negan and the delicious feeling of his tongue against your exploding nerves. With a moan, Negan sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked the tip with his tongue, over and over.

Finally, you felt yourself losing control as colors flashed before your eyes. A ball of light in your belly burst, exploding like a nebula and blinding you with flashes of white, hot pleasure. You were clutching tightly to the edge of the bed as you cried out in unadulterated satisfaction.

And then he was sliding away, his mouth leaving your dripping sex and you gave a frustrated moan, thinking he was abandoning you. But then you felt broad hands prying your legs apart and spreading your thighs wide until your legs dangled over the edge of the bed helplessly. Negan was standing in front of you, and you could see him sliding his pants further down and slipped a condom down his hard shaft.

“I need to fuck you now, I can’t fucking take your moaning anymore,” he grumbled. The word ‘fuck’ rumbled from Negan as he lined himself with your entrance and lazily rubbed his tip against your slit. “What do you want me to do, doll?”

“I need you inside of me, please,” you could hardly recognize your own voice, as you plead for Negan to fuck you. It sounded so lusty and needy – but you had never wanted anyone to fuck you more in your entire life.

He must have wanted you to feel every last inch of him, because he pushed inside you agonizingly slowly. When you were least expecting it was when he pushed his hips forward and sunk into you to the hilt. You had never felt so thoroughly filled and widened – why hell you could almost hear your entrance screaming in aching delight.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you swore in an endless, breathless litany that even made Negan jerk his hips a little deeper into you.

"Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned as Negan bottomed out in you and remained still for a second.

You just wriggled your hips restlessly in an unvoiced plea for him to move. This made Negan groan heatedly as the movement made your body squeeze him with a fresh wave of muscle contractions from the past orgasm.

“Please… please… Negan, fuck me,“ you found yourself on the verge of sobbing.

Gripping a toned thigh in each hand, he began to rock his pelvis back and forth, rapidly picking up the tempo until he was drilling into you as fast as he could. You could feel Negan driving himself into your body with a new manic rhythm, so quick that your breasts were bouncing uncontrollably.

You couldn’t deny how much you loved the friction of your sweaty bodies, and the feeling of skin together. You went wild beneath him, writhing and arching and moaning in a way that made your voice hoarse nearly as you whimpered and moaned in searing pleasure.

"Good girl, you are so fucking tight,” he panted as you screwed your eyes shut at the feeling of one of his hand letting go of your thigh to fumble clumsily against your clit. “Come for me,” Negan growled.

He surged forward harder and deeper, rubbing a spot in you that finally released the burning star in you belly, making an explosion that sent an entire rainbow of colors across your vision. You felt your muscles contract and squeeze around Negan’s moving cock.

You couldn’t have stopped the shrill screaming that left your throat even if you tried – as Negan’s name escaped your lips in a loud, unceremonious way.

A powerful orgasm ripped through your entire body, reducing you to a mumbling, shaky, sweating mess. Your own climax must have sent him over the edge, because Negan’s lips formed a little ‘o’ as his brow furrowed together all tight and focused.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his hand tightened around your thigh. You felt Negan’s cock throbbing inside you as he thrust into you a few more times before going still.

Breathless, satisfied and exhausted – you both went limp. Carefully, he rolled off you and actually propped himself against the edge of the bed. His lips parted slightly and curled into a smile, as Negan looked over at you, with those bright eyes and that sheen of beautiful sweat across his forehead.

“I expect a second part soon, and there better be some lavish cock sucking, otherwise there are going to be some damn problems.”

The END. Thank you for reading! 

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               You arch your back and gasp as he starts sliding his finger in and out of you.  The ache in your core is starting to move from painful to pleasure and you bring your hand to your mouth, trying to keep from screaming.  Negan reaches up with his other hand and grabs your wrist painfully tugging it down. He lifts his mouth off of you and the cool air against your throbbing button sends a shake through your body.

                 “Don’t keep those beautiful sounds from me baby girl.” Negan resumes his activity,  this time pressing him tongue against you as he sucks down.  

                 A loud moan escapes your mouth and you start to squirm.  The memories of sleep are vanishing along with the heavenly satisfaction you felt after last night.  He places his hand on your abdomen and pushes down, keeping your hips still as he continues his assault with his tongue and fingers.  You start panting.  He adds a second finger and your back arches as a scream escapes your mouth.  

                 “Music to my ears.”  Negan removes himself from you and starts sliding up your body.

                 You whimper, missing the sensations and feeling too empty.  

                 “I’m going to take care of you, relax.”  Negan kneels between your spread legs.  He wraps an arm around each one of your thighs and picks you up, dragging your body until his shaft is touching your glistening folds.

                 You try and push your hips down, but his hands are too strong.  It is torture feeling him so close to your willing pussy and not entering you.   Your eyes look up to his face and you see he has the wicked grin.  A cry escapes your mouth, not wanting to be teased any longer.

                 “Y/N, is there something you want?” Negan pokes at your folds with his dick and you try again to move your hips to meet him.

                 “Please?”  Your legs are spread far enough that you can feel your slickness dripping out of you. “I need you.  Please?”

                 “Have you forgotten how we wake up in the mornings?” Negan shook his head.

                 Of course you haven’t forgotten.  You push yourself up on your elbows and pull away from him.  He lets you scoot backwards and you give a little cry now that his dick has moved further from your wetness.  

                 In a flash he lays down on his back.  You move between his legs and waste no time wrapping your mouth around him.  He is already rock hard and you struggle to open your mouth wide enough to accommodate him and still have room to run your tongue.  

                 “It’s been a while huh?”  Negan playfully asks. “Take your time doll.”

                 You start to swallow, knowing that it will help you take more of him down.  It is impossible to deep throat him in this position, but if that were what he wanted he would have moved you to your knees.  You take breathe through your nose and let your saliva pool around his cock, trying your hardest to keep your tongue moving.  Once there is enough lubricant you wrap your hand around his base and let it work with your mouth.

                 This was one of Negan’s rules you found more pleasing.  Every morning he got a blow job.  Even if it didn’t go to completion he wanted your mouth around his cock.  You loved the taste of him enjoyed the way he looked at your while you worked on him.  Your eyes glanced up to see he was watching you with a small smile.

                 “Good girl Y/N.”  He brought his hand up and started petting your head.

                 You feel ravenous and start working faster, moving your mouth up and down while licking and sucking on his pole.  His eyes roll into the back of his head and you slow down.  As much as you’re enjoying this you still want him to fuck you.  If he cums in your mouth that won’t be an option.

                 “Did I say stop?”  The hand that was petting your head has grabbed a fistful of hair.

                 You whimper and resume the speed.   Negan relaxes his fist, but keeps his hand on the back of your head.  He starts to sit up and you need to take your hand away to move your body with him. You feel his stomach almost at the top of your head and wonder what he has planned.  You don’t dare stop your pace or actions.  His hand sneaks under your body and he starts to stoke your nipple. His touch is light and you let out an appreciative moan.

                 Negan’s hand on the back of your head slams down and his fingers move from feathers to clips as he clamps down on your small bud. You let out a scream, but it is muffled by the cock in your mouth.  Then you feel him contract beneath you and the salty taste starts hitting the back of your throat.

                 “Don’t spill a drop.”  Negan pushes your head down a little further.  

                 You keep swallowing and once he has finished his hands disappear from your body.  Slowly you pull off of him and sit up, inches away from his face.  He reaches out and touches your chin.

                 “That was good, but you can do better.”  He looks stern. “You have to get back into practice.”

                 You cheeks flush with red and you look down.  He is right.  You were too concerned with your own orgasm and it effected your performance. Now you still hadn’t found your release and had only upset Negan.  His hand lifted your chin again.

                 “No need to get upset.”  He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “It was still a fantastic hummer baby.”

                 He is looking at you with that wicked grin again and you start to rub your thighs together.  He lets out a soft chuckle and tucks a piece of hair behind your ears.  

                 “Now now Y/N.”  He moves his legs and swings them off the bed. “Didn’t you say it was too early for you?”  

                 He grabs a pair of pants from the dresser and pulls them on. You glance at the sheet and realize that you were so turned on you were making a mess on the bed.  

                 “I was wrong.” You cringe as you watch him dress.

                 “Yes you were.”  Negan pulls on his shirt. “You were wrong in thinking it was too early and you were wrong in thinking you could say that to me.”  

                 You start to curse yourself.  

                 “Remember, don’t go all internal on yourself.” Negan walked to the closet. “Communicate with me.”

                 “I’m sorry.”  You look up at him. “You were right. I was wrong.”

                 “I think not getting to cum is a punishment enough for this transgression.”

                 You whimper and wish for a spanking, thinking that his hands on you might be enough to give you the release you still want.  

                 “I do want to be good.” You look up at Negan. “For you.”

                 He smiles and walks back towards the bed. To your surprise he dropped a dress down.  It was flowy material pastel.  You look up at him with confusion.

                 “Take a few minutes to get ready.” He points to the bathroom. “No finishing yourself off though.  And make sure your hair is off your neck.”

                 “I don’t understand.” You look up at him.  

                 “I have an appointment I can’t cancel.” Negan offers you a hand. “And I can’t leave you in here alone all day.”

                 “Am I coming with you?”  The thought made your stomach drop.  You were not cut out for the wild.

                 “No.”  Negan sits on the bed instead of pulling you up. “I promised you a long time ago I would never make you leave here unless it was for a good reason.”

                 You let out the breath you were holding in and nod in appreciation.  He lifts your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

                 “Come on.” Negan stands again and pulls you up. “Go get ready. I’m going to walk you down to the mess hall and set your up with your escort for the day.”

                 “Escort?”  You walk into the bathroom and don’t close the door.  

                 “You think I’m going to leave you to roam free after your stunt?” Negan asks.

                 You think about him handcuffing you to the bed yesterday and realize that he doesn’t trust you at all.  You sigh and start brushing your teeth, knowing you have to earn back the trust.  Your stunt. That was what running away for a year was being boiled down to now.  There were a lot worse ways to describe it.  

                 In a few minutes you’re dressed and ready. The skirt was longer than you thought, and it made you feel very feminine.  No undergarments were provided, but given the cut of the thing it didn’t matter. Except of course that you were all too aware of your earlier arousal when you took a step.  The image of Negan’s face between your thighs made you tremble and hate yourself for protesting his actions.

                 “You are stunning.”  Negan leans against the door frame.  

                 You turn to look towards him and he approaches you. His eyes go to your neck and he leans down, placing his mouth over   the purple area he gives a little suck and a nip.  You squeak in response and he slaps your ass making you jump closer to him.  You want to grind yourself against him and let out a moan at the idea.  He pulls away and laughs.

                 “If you’re a good girl, maybe later.” Negan starts to back up.  “Do you remember the rules for when I’m away?”

                 “Keep busy, go see the Doctor if I have any questions, don’t talk to strangers, don’t forget to eat.”  You try and remember the rest, but it seemed like this list was established by trial and error.

 If you didn’t keep busy your anxiety would take over.  The Doctor was someone Negan trusted to try and calm you down. There were too many people here Negan did not trust and it was best to avoid them.  One time he left and you didn’t eat because he wasn’t there to feed you. After that slip up the hand feeding stopped, but now you knew it was only in effect when Negan was there.  

 “Today will be a little different, since I’m having a personal guard assigned to you.  You can talk to them if you want.”  Negan grabbed the doorknob.  “Ready?”

 You bit your lip and looked at the floor.  You intentionally spent as much time alone as possible at Alexandria. The faces from yesterday come to mind and you really don’t want to be around people.  

 “Can’t I just stay here and wait for you?”  You look up at Negan.  

 He looks angry and shakes his head.  In a second he has your wrist and pushes you to his desk.  Your torso falls forward and he lifts the skirt of your dress revealing your bare behind.  WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

 You let out a cry and realize how off your earlier desire for a spanking was.

 “Why are you being punished?” SMACK.  Negan slaps his hand down again.  

 “You know what’s best for me.” You spit the words out without thinking.

 SMACK! SMACK!

 “For someone who wants to be my good little girl again you sure have been defiant this morning.”  Negan’s mouth is right by your ear.  

 WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! You let out another sob.  Your ass is on fire, but you don’t struggle underneath his hand. He is right.  You shouldn’t have questioned his decisions.  His hand comes back down, but instead of spanking he grabs your cheek and kneads it.  The area hurts and his massage is more irritating than comforting.  

 “Are you going to question me again?”  Negan squeezes hard.

 “No.”  You wince and shake your head. “No. No. No.”

 His hand relaxes and slides us your thigh.  He lets his fingers run down your folds and then pulls his hand away. Negan shows you his fingers, they are glistening and he hadn’t even put them inside of you.  

 “If you want to please me, make sure you’re this wet when I get back.” Negan brings his fingers to his mouth and slowly sucks your juices off.  

 He lets go of your back and you straighten up.  You take a few steps, but the soft fabric of your dress hurts as it moves against your stinging rear.  The arousal has returned too and you feel slickness spreading down your thigh.

 “Grab a book darling.” Negan pointed to your shelves. “Today is going to be a little different since you’ll have a guard.”

 You notice he switched from the term escort to guard and your heart breaks a little, realizing your actions have let him down.  You don’t waste time choosing a title and grab the first one your hand touches.  The shelf was filled with your personal favorites and you hadn’t read any of them in at least a year.  

                 When Negan opened the door you did not hesitate this time.  His placed his hand at the small of your back and you walked down the steps.  The people you passed all dropped to their knees, but you kept your head down.  Not wanting to think about how many of them witnessed your arrival yesterday.  You look up at Negan and see he is grinning from ear to ear.  A small smile forms on your face.  He looks proud as he walks you down the halls.  Seeing him happy makes you happy and you keep your chin up for the rest of the walk.

                 The mess hall is bustling, but as soon as Negan walks in the noise dies down.  He raises his hand and flips his wrist and again the chatter starts up.  You wonder who your guard will be for the day and scan the tables.  Negan continues walking and when you realize who he is zoomed in on you don’t understand.

                 “Good morning.” Simon is sitting at a table with two plates in front of him.  

                 Negan signals for you to sit and a plate is pushed in front of you.  

                 “I should be back around dinner.”  Negan does not sit down. “Remember the rules and don’t give Simon a hard time.”

                 The odd choice of a guard distracts you from Negan leaving.  He leans down and places a kiss on your lips.

                 “Remember. I want that tight pussy all wet for me when I get back.” Negan doesn’t quite whisper and you’re sure Simon heard. “So think about me as much as I’m going to think about you.”

                 He stood up and squeezed your shoulder before walking away.  You turn your attention to Simon and look at him with the same confused expression.

                 “Eat.”  Simon points to the fork.  

                 You pick it up and take a bite.  Still unsure why the man is your guard.

 ~~~  

                 After breakfast you headed outside with you book. Simon said very little and you even less.  He sat on the opposite side of the picnic table you were at literally doing nothing as you read.  You keep glancing at him, trying to figure out what is happening when he finally speaks.

                 “Stop looking at me like that.”  He glares at you. “If you want an apology for telling Negan you were in that basement you’re not going to get one.”

                 That was far from your mind.  In fact you weren’t even thinking about it.  You set the book down and shook your head.

                 “That’s not it.”  

                 “Well what is it Y/N?” Simon asks. “We’ve always been cool with one another.”

                 It was true, you didn’t have many friends but Simon was always trustworthy and respectful.  You were certain he knew more details about your relationship with Negan than anyone and there was not a bit of judgment in his eyes.  

                 “You’re second in command here.” You say it as if it is a question.

                 “Yep.” Simon nods. “That hasn’t changed.”

                 “Negan takes you everywhere with him.  You’re important.” Again you have a questioning tone.

                 “Obviously not everywhere, but in the rankings yes I’m important.”  Simon looks at you like you’re crazy.

                 “Then why are you babysitting me?” You point to yourself. “Did you get in trouble?”

                 The look of questioning moves to a look of shock. She figured given Negan’s personality he was doling out punishments in one way or another to everyone who upset him. To her surprise Simon started laughing and then shook his head.

                 “What?” You didn’t understand.

                 “Who do you think is the second most important person at the Sanctuary?” Simon folds his hands on the table.

                 “You.”  

                 Simon shakes his head and points back at you. You cross your eyes and are about to speak when he interrupts you.  

                 “And in Negan’s eyes you outrank him.” Simon lowered his hand. “So you’re the most important persons’ most important person. In a way that makes you the number one most important person and Negan number two.”

                 “You’re wrong.”  You shake your head now. “He doesn’t reall…”

                 “Stop.” Simon holds up his palm. “The last year you’ve been gone has been rough for him.  He was way more of an asshole than he normally is and miserable.  When I saw you in that basement I praised the Lord, because having you in Negan’s life makes Negan a hell of lot easier to deal with.”

                 “But I left because…”

                 “Da da da da da.”  Simon started waving his palm. “I’m not your confidant.  You have that discussion with him.  All I’m saying is that you make Negan better.  So guarding you is a privilege,  one that I will gladly take.  

                 “And if for a split second you think about going on the other side of that fence again know that myself and at least twenty other men would be out there in a second.  We would drag you back to him kicking and screaming and wouldn’t care if the man amputated your legs to keep you here.”  

                 Your eyes went wide at the last comment.  You immediately touch your thighs.

                 “Not that anyone wants that.”  Simon smiled.  “Now enough with the dirty looks.  If you’re so concerned about my assignment for the day read your book out loud so I get a little entertainment in the process.”

                 You flip back to the beginning and start reading. It’s hard to pay attention to the plot anyway, since you keep thinking about what Simon said.  Negan was miserable without you.  You were so scared that your absence hadn’t affected him to the point that talking about the reason for leaving frightened you. Simon did have some solid advice too. You would have to bring it up to Negan. As much as you dreaded the conversation there was no way you would be able to fully give yourself over, to be his good girl again, if you didn’t have closure on the subject.

 ~~~  

               After dinner you went back outside.  This time Simon read out loud, which you expected more of a complaint about.  You tried your hardest to focus on the story and not let your mind wander.  Knowing you were going to have a conversation that you didn’t want to weighed heavy on your shoulders.  

                 Simon stops reading and you notice someone is approaching your table.  Your guard shifts his position, blocking you from the new comer.  You swear he is moving his hand towards his gun holster and wonder if you’re in danger.  

                 “Negan’s back.” The person reports. “He wants you to take his girl to his room.”

                 The guy turns on his heel and walks back the way he came.  You stand up from the table and join Simon.  

                 “Should I be scared?” You glance down at his hand on his gun.

                 “No.” Simon shakes his head. “All the Saviors are a little over protective of you at the moment.  Myself included. That guy’s only been around a few months.  He’s good, but he’s not a Savior yet.”

                 You can’t help but feel warm inside.  In some weird fucked up world these people are your family. Simon holds his hand up and signals for you to walk.  You lead the way, feeling safe knowing he is right behind you.  When you walk through the halls people give you looks, mostly ones that are from curiosity than anything else.  No one is dropping to a knee but based on the reactions there is little doubt they know who you are, or at least who you belong to.  

                 The door to Negan’s bedroom is open.  You see him sitting at his desk with his feet up, flipping through a comic book.  He sees you and puts it down, standing up.  

                 “How was your day?” He walks to your with open arms.

                 “I kept busy.”  You curl up to him, putting your head on his chest.

                 “Good.”  You don’t look, certain that Simon and Negan are having a silent conversation about you. “Thank you.  See you tomorrow.”

                 You don’t say bye as Simon leaves.  Negan is quick to shut the door.  He turns towards you as he flips the lock.  

                 “Rules baby girl.” Negan smirks. “Are you as wet as I requested?”

                 You know he wants you to strip, but before you lose your nerve you hold up your hands.

                 “Wait. I want to talk.” You can tell he is not pleased you still have your dress on. “Before I can completely give myself to you, I need to ask a few questions.”

                 “This isn’t a game.” Negan nears you. “There is no safe word.  I don’t like you breaking my rules Y/N.”

               “It’s about why I ran away.” You take a step back.

                 Negan pauses and you see his jaw twitch. Instead of continuing towards you he moves to his desk.  He grabs the chair and slides it towards the bed.  He signals for you to have a seat and does the same.  

                 “Thank you.”  You clear your throat.  

                 “This conversation changes nothing.” Negan ran his hand through his hair. “I’m not letting you leave me.”

                 “Did you do it?” You ask.  You want him to say no.  

                 “Yes.” Negan swallows.  

                 “How many?”  Your heart starts racing.  

                 “Five.”  He keeps a blank face.

                 “Five?” You choke out the answer, shocked by the number.  

                 There is an awkward silence in the room and your wrap your arms around your middle.  

                 “I may have been trying to over compensate for missing someone in my life.”  Negan lifted his chin.  

                 The night he told you he wanted to take a second wife your world shattered.  You didn’t understand why you weren’t enough for him.  You were so angry and didn’t think you could share.  When the guard post was empty you took it as a sign and ran off.  Every night in Alexandria you imagined Negan with other women, but not five.  You kept your eyes on the ground.  If you were number six you would never see him. Maybe one night a week at the most. A tear started to roll down your cheek.

                 “So I’m number six?”  You won’t look at him.

                 “No.”  Negan moves from the chair to the bed next to you. “You’re number one.”

                 If that is supposed to make you feel better it doesn’t. You’re so torn.  You think about your lesson from this morning not to question his decisions, but no man could make six women happy, unless all of them secretly hated him.  

                 “I don’t want you to worry about this right now.” Negan tilted your face towards his. “You’re my top priority.”

                 You don’t have a response, at least not one that Negan will like so you keep a blank face.  His eyes dance and forth between yours for a few moments before speaking.

                 “Polygamy may have not been my smartest idea. I’m not apologizing, or saying I made a mistake.  I am in charge here and if I want additional wives I will take additional wives.”  His ear bear into yours. “Trial and error.  Five is way too many, and I want what we had back.  That means you will require all of my attention for the immediate future.”

                 You feel like a rock has lifted from your chest and are having a hard time keeping the blank face.  

                 “For the time being you are my only wife.” Negan’s voice did not falter. “For the foreseeable future you will remain my only wife.”  

                 It wasn’t a promise that it would never happen, but it was as good as Negan would give and you dip your head in appreciation. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

                 “Y/N, I’m only going to say this one more time.  I own you.  You belong to me.  We are not equals and you have no choice.”  His words were exciting you more than you want to admit. “I expect nothing but obedience from here on out. Do I make myself clear?”

                 You nod your head furiously.  

                 “You know how I feel about clothes in the bedroom.” Negan dipped his chin towards you.

                 “It’s a privilege.” You respond.

                 “One you have not earned.”  Negan crosses his arms.

                 In one movement you pull the dress over your head. He stays seated on the bed and you stand in front of him, awaiting his instructions.  His hand snakes around you waist and pulls you closer.   His fingers slid right between your legs and when he moves them away they are coated in your wetness.  

                 “Very good girl.”  Negan looks surprised as he studies his hand.  

                 I own you.  You belong to me.  As soon as you heard those phrases the slickness rushed out of you.  Hearing him praise you only made more appear.  

                 “Climb on the bed.”  Negan stood up.  

                 You did as instructed and waiting on all fours in the center of the mattress.  You felt a dip behind you and Negan’s hands were on your hips.  In a hard movement his entire length was inside you.  He put one hand on your shoulder and started rocking into you with hard, long, thrusts.  

                 “Cum all you want tonight baby girl.”  Negan sped up. “You’ve earned for being so good today.”

                 His praises push you towards the edge.  A few more strokes and you are moaning as you cream yourself on his cock.  He doesn’t stop plowing into you as you try and collect yourself.  A second orgasm will build soon and you smile.  All feels right in the world.  You’re home and you’re Negan’s good girl again.  His little lost and found.  

 THE END

However, if he were being honest with himself, there was one part of the trip that he hadn’t been overjoyed about. Looking across the room, he saw Arat standing there with her usual serious expression, not one bit affected by the joyous mood of the others around her. He shouldn’t be surprised at her lack of emotion. In fact, sometimes he wondered what exactly it would take to break through that tough exterior and see what kind of woman was lying underneath the sly scowls and controlled attitude.

 Negan crossed the room towards her, walking past the rest of his men, who were smiling with glee as they rummaged through some of the boxes of stolen goods. Negan always gave his men first dibs on whichever items they wanted for themselves, as a reward for their loyalty.  

 When he made it to her side, he saw her eyes flicker up and over at him, but she didn’t give any other acknowledgment to his presence.

 Leaning down, so that his voice was near her ear, he stated, “I want to see you in my office in exactly 10 fucking minutes. Alone.”

 Without waiting for her confirmation, he turned and strode out of the room, lifting Lucille up over his shoulder and giving a slight smirk at the thought of what he had planned.

 ~  ~ ~  ~  ~ ~  ~

 As expected, there was a knock on his office door after precisely 10 minutes. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gotten here a minute early and stood outside the door, waiting until the hall clock hit the exact time. If there was one thing Arat did best, it was follow his orders.

 “Enter,” he yelled gruffly. He was leaning against the large window behind his desk, Lucille temporarily retired against the wall nearby, when Arat walked into the room. Closing the door quietly behind her, she took a few steps forward and halted in the direct center of the large office.

 “You wanted to see me, sir,” she stated, back straight and eyes locked onto him.

 Negan had made Arat one of his Saviors not long after her arrival at The Sanctuary. It had been apparent from the get-go, that while she was a strong woman who wasn’t afraid to kill or get her hands dirty, she also needed a leader to harness her in, to keep her from acting out and being too unpredictable. She had worked her way up through his ranks quickly, her leadership and fighting skills earning her a spot as one of Negan’s personal lieutenants. She was like a loyal watchdog, always ready to shield and protect him, if any harm came along. She helped keep him and his people safe, and in return, his zero-tolerance policy for rape and sexual violence against women also guaranteed her own safety, especially in a position that caused her to be working with a group consisting mostly of men.

 However, sometimes her loyalty and protection of him escalated to the point of being borderline unreasonable. Case in point, was the trip to Alexandria. When Negan had commanded Arat to kill someone in retaliation for Rosita’s actions, he hadn’t specified who to kill, instead allowing Arat to make the split-second decision. While he hadn’t shown any reaction to her shooting Olivia, he’d internally had a small flash of remorse for the bespectacled woman. She wouldn’t have been his first choice to kill, nor even his second or third. But what was done was done, and he couldn’t change it now. He could, however, take out some of his lingering regret on the woman standing in front of him.

 He took her in, eyes scanning up and down her athletic figure. She wore grey pants that were a few shades lighter, and more than a few shades tighter, than his own. They showcased her long, toned thighs and calves, and her feet were covered in black combat boots. Her upper half was clad in a flowing, dark grey tank top, a black sports bra peeking out from the sides and top of it. She typically wore a baggy shirt unbuttoned over top, but must’ve taken it off sometime between 10 minutes ago and now. Without it, her lean, tan arms were visible, and Negan found himself intrigued about what was under the rest of the layers of clothing. If all went according to plan, he was sure as fuck going to find out.

 Keeping his relaxed posture against the windows, he let the silence draw out for a good minute, as a way to increase the anticipation and unknown. If it threw Arat off balance, she didn’t show it, just continued to watch him steadily and wait patiently.

 “I know you distrusted her for some fucking reason, but still, was it really fucking necessary to kill her?” Negan accused.

 He was secretly pleased to see a small spark of confusion furrow Arat’s brow, as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. However, she quickly recovered, face schooled back to calm neutrality, as she replied, “She lied about the guns. Liars can’t be trusted.”

 Negan tucked his tongue into his cheek to keep from chuckling at her response. He didn’t want her to know that he found the situation amusing…at least, not yet.

 “Ah, I get it. You decided that Olivia was a liar, despite any hard evidence to fucking back you up, so you fucking shot her?”

 When Arat didn’t immediately respond, Negan took a step forward and bellowed, “Answer me!”

 “You gave me the order to kill someone. I picked the one that I didn’t trust.”

 Though her voice was calm, her eyes had dropped to the floor at his feet. The submissive gesture caused his lips to curl up slightly on one side, and he felt his dick stir at the myriad of possibilities showcased by that one action.

 “Trust…” he drawled, stepping forward again, this time circling around the side of his massive desk. “Was it really that? Or maybe…it was something else.”

 Arat continued to stare down, her gaze following his boots as they approached. They didn’t stop advancing until they were right in front of her, until he was right in front of her.

 “Were you fucking jealous of her?” Negan asked, his voice so close that goosebumps erupted along her bare shoulders.

 “No,” Arat replied, voice still firm, but so low it was almost a whisper.

 “Fucking look at me,” Negan commanded, causing Arat to jerk her gaze up to his own.

 His tawny eyes blazed into her own, his face right above hers as he growled, “I don’t fucking believe you. I think you saw me showing Olivia some attention, and you didn’t fucking like it. Why else would you hold such a grudge against her?”

 “I’m not jealous; I was just following orders,” Arat blurted, the rushed words an indicator that she had momentarily lost her controlled persona.

 Negan let a grin cross his face at her reaction, his eyes lowering to take in her chest, which was slightly heaving with her increased breathing. Considering she hadn’t been the least bit out of breath when entering his office, it was safe to say that her reaction was due to his proximity, which was exactly what he wanted.

 “Of course not, sweetheart. Let me guess, you’re just so god damn protective of me that you’d kill every woman in the vicinity, if I fucking ordered it.”

 He saw a slight spark of annoyance in her gaze, when she replied, “Would it be a problem if I did?”

 Instead of angering him, her comment caused him to chuckle devilishly, one of his glove-covered hands coming up to wrap around her chin tightly. His fingers and thumb pressed into her cheeks, scrunching them slightly, as he suggested, “Since you enjoy taking orders so fucking much, perhaps we should see just how far your loyalty goes.”

 Her eyes widened slightly at his words, and although it was hard to tell with her caramel complexion, he swore a slight blush tinged her cheeks.

 “What’ll it be, Arat,” he said, drawling her name in a way that, unknowingly to him, caused a rush of wetness between her thighs. “Do you want to leave…or stay?”

 There were a few long seconds of silence, where Negan thought, perhaps, she would indeed decide to leave, before she firmly answered, “I’ll stay.”

 Dropping his hand from her chin and taking a step back, Negan’s eyes twinkled with excitement, as he realized that she was willing to play…willing to submit.

 “If, at any time, you want to stop, that’s all you have to say. One ‘stop’ from you, and this ends.” His lips curled up into a smirk as he chuckled, “But, something tells me you won’t be saying that anytime soon. Do you understand?”

 She nodded and stated a simple, “Yes, sir,” that made his blood rush south to fill his dick. She had always followed his orders without hesitation, but now, he wanted more than that. He didn’t just want her loyalty and devotion…he wanted her submissive and begging. Not as a Savior, but as a woman.

 “Strip.”

 His voice was the commanding tone that he used when directing his men, only now, it had a slightly huskier quality to it, the one hint that he wasn’t unaffected by the situation. Well…that and the massive hint that was in his pants right now.

 He was pleased when her hands lifted to grab her tank top without hesitation, drawing the fabric up over her head and throwing it to the side, where it landed unceremoniously on the floor. Next went the sports bra, and Negan licked his lips unconsciously at the sight of her perky breasts bouncing into view. They were topped with dusky nipples that he ached to get his hands and mouth on…but not today. Perhaps next time, he would take the time to indulge; but now, he just wanted her full submission, so that he could fuck her into next week and take the edge off the constant boner he seemed to have whenever she was around.

 She toed off her boots and kicked them to the side before unbuttoning her pants and stripping the tight fabric down her legs. Negan gave a soft groan at the realization that she was wearing a black thong, her firm ass showcased for just a second as she turned to the side and tossed her pants on top of the shirt and bra already on the floor. She turned back to him, her eyes catching his and holding, as she hooked her thumbs in either side of the panties and slowly pushed them down her thighs, until they dropped to the floor on their own. She lifted one delicate foot, catching the thong on her toes and flicking it to the side, as well. She then straightened her shoulders and reassumed the same position she had been in when first entering his office, awaiting his next order.

 “The hair, too,” he added, watching greedily as she reached up and pulled out the band holding her hair up in a bun. Shaking her head, the blonde-tipped dark curls fell around her face, instantly softening her features and taking her transformation to that last step from Savior to lover.

 Negan stood there and drank in the sight of her naked body, starting at the top of her head and trailing down over her long neck and delectable tits. His eyes caressed the dip of her waist, curve of her hips, and the long, supple legs, topped by her delicate mound, which was covered in a thin layer of neatly-trimmed curls.

 Moving forward, Negan slowly walked around Arat, as if a predator circling his prey. He was impressed when she kept her gaze forward, although he did notice the way her shoulders slightly tensed when he stopped behind her. He moved in close, so that his voice was near her ear, and the warm puffs of his breath caused the curls above her shoulder to flutter softly.

 “Tell me, sweetheart. Do you enjoy following my orders?” he asked.

 “Yes, sir,” was the immediate reply.

 “Does it make you wet?” he growled.

 There was a slight hesitation this time, before she huskily replied, “Yes, Sir.”

 Negan bit his lip to hold back a groan at her admission, glad that she couldn’t see his face, since it showed that he wasn’t quite as in control of his desire as he wanted her to think.

 “Do you think I should check, just to be fucking sure?”

 “God, yes,” she whimpered back, her body unconsciously leaning back towards him, as if searching for his touch.

 Negan grinned arrogantly, pleased with her needy response. It showed that she was quickly becoming unable to maintain the calm and collected persona that she typically showcased to everyone else.

 Lifting one of his gloved hands, he laid it on her waist, causing Arat to twitch slightly in surprise. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing, as he slid his hand silently across the front of her smooth, flat stomach. She released a small gasp when he moved lower, the buttery fabric of his gloves gliding through her pubic hair and down to cup over her mound.

 Negan was tall enough that he could look down over her shoulder and see his hand covering her, see the way her nipples were rock hard and her belly was trembling slightly in anticipation.

 “Do you see that?” he whispered in her ear. “I’m claiming that fucking pussy as mine.”  

 Arat gazed down, as well, breath catching in her throat at both the sight and Negan’s words. Much as she was trying to keep it together, to not let him see just how much she wanted him to throw her up against the nearest surface and fuck her until she screamed, she was steadily losing any and all control. She had been conditioned to follow Negan’s orders without argument, but she never realized, until now, just how far that conditioning went. Or just how much she had subconsciously been craving this…had wanted him to dominate her and show her just how in charge he really was.

 When she felt two leather-encased fingers part her folds and enter her dripping pussy, she cried out and stumbled. If it wasn’t for his hand on her cunt holding her steady, it was quite possible she would’ve fell to the ground in reaction to the sensations flowing through her.

 Negan wrapped his other hand around her waist, to help stabilize her, as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out of her a few times before removing his hand. He lifted the fingers up in front of her face and purred, “Fucking hell, will ya look at that? That pussy fucking soaked my whole god damn hand.”

 Arat was both shocked and turned on to see that he was right. Not only were the fingers he had had inside her soaked in her juices, but it had also dripped down onto his palm, staining the leather an even darker color where it was soaked through.

 “Clean it off,” he demanded, bringing his hand closer to her face.

 She opened her mouth obediently, and Negan stuck the same two fingers, that had just been inside her pussy, past her lips. She moaned at the taste, her essence a sweet icing to contrast with the bold tang of the leather. She swirled her tongue around the digits, sucking off as much of her pussy juice as she could, before he removed his fingers from her mouth with a soft pop.

 Inspecting his fingers, he gave an approving, “Good girl,” that sent a spark of heat down her spine, and caused her cunt to clench in response.

 “Let’s find out what else that sexy as fuck mouth of yours is good for,” Negan drawled, removing his other hand from her waist and walking around to stand in front of her again.

 Arat slowly lifted her gaze to meet his own, her thighs pressing together to try and relieve some of the ache between them. Negan’s pupils were so dilated with desire that only a thin ring of amber was visible. He looked like a hungry jungle cat, and she found that she was more than willing to serve as his next meal.

 “Kneel,” Negan growled, his tone brokering no argument.

 Arat knew that, from now on, it would be impossible not to think of this moment every time he used this tone to give her orders in the future. Every time he asked her to shoot someone or scavenge a house, she was going to think of standing before him naked, his fingers soaked from her pussy and his eyes blazing a trail over her exposed flesh.

 Lowering her body, so that her knees hit the concrete floor, Arat looked up at Negan submissively, ready to follow his next orders, whatever they might be.

 She licked her lips when Negan’s hands moved down to unbuckle his belt. She watched, mesmerized, as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Shoving the jeans down just enough to pull out his hard cock, he stroked his hand over the impressive length. Arat’s mouth watered at the sight, but she held back, knowing that moving forward without his permission would not meet his approval.

 Negan was, himself, mesmerized by the sight of Arat on her knees in front of him. He could hardly wait to get between her pretty thighs and lose himself balls deep inside, what he now knew, was a fucking tight as hell, and drenched, pussy. But first, he wanted to feel those lips on his dick.

 “Open that pretty fucking mouth,” he drawled, moving his hips forward.

 Arat obeyed instantly, and Negan groaned as he slowly fed her his cock, the sight of it disappearing between her full lips almost enough to bring him to his knees right alongside her. He gripped a handful of her curls, to steady her head, as he slowly pushed forward until his balls hit her chin. She struggled to take him all in, her eyes watering as he hit so deep, that she almost gagged.

 Giving a throaty moan, Negan pulled back a few inches, before pressing forward again, slowly fucking her throat. Arat’s hands had instinctually came up to grab his denim-clad thighs. At first, they had pressed in slight protest, but as he slowly moved in and out of her mouth, she started to relax, as did her grip. She hadn’t expected to be so into this, to actually enjoy him using her in this way…but she did. So much, that she moaned around his dick, the vibrations causing Negan to give a harsh curse and jerk his hips a little harder against her. And when she reached up to squeeze his balls with one of her hands, the sound that came from his throat sounded suspiciously like a whine. If Arat’s mouth hadn’t been stuffed so full with cock, she would’ve smiled at the sound. He might be the one in charge, but she knew that like this, with her mouth around his dick, she momentarily had the upper hand.  

 Negan also realized that he was in danger of losing control of the situation, so he regrettably pulled his dick from Arat’s mouth, watching in awe as a long string of saliva hung between the tip of his cock and her tongue, before it broke away and fell to the ground.

 His hand still fisted in her hair, he used it to tug her upwards while huskily grunting, “Stand up.”

 The sharp sting on her scalp caused Arat to stagger quickly to her feet, giving a gasp as he jerked her head back and brought his face down right in front of her own.

 “Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled against her lips, causing her to shiver.

 Unable to nod her head, thanks to his tight grip on her hair, she whispered, “Yes…yes, I want it.”

 She felt as though the devil had just seduced her with his charm and invited her to hell…and she had eagerly accepted.

 “Say it!” he demanded, his hand tightening more, and causing her to whimper with pain.

 “I want you to fuck me, sir, please!” Arat pleaded. Any of the pride that had previously kept her from begging had flown out the window. Her clit was throbbing, and her cunt felt barren, begging to be filled.

 Negan’s eyes scanned around the office, deciding what his next move would be. They stopped when they landed on a spot across the room, a devilish smirk crossing his face. He looked back down at Arat, his hand finally releasing her hair as he said, “Go over to the window.”

 A bit confused, but willing to do whatever he asked, so long as it ended with his cock inside her, Arat walked on shaky legs around the desk and over to the large factory window. When she tried to turn around to face him, Negan barked, “No! Face the window.”

 Obeying, she turned and stared at the glass, a flash of embarrassment running across her chest as she realized that she was looking down at the front lawn. There was a group of women outside, hanging wet laundry out to dry, as well as multiple guards patrolling the fences. If any of them looked up right now…

 Negan’s voice suddenly appeared right behind her; she had been so focused on the scene below, that she hadn’t heard his silent approach. “That’s right, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you right up against this window, so anybody who wants to can fucking watch.”

 Those words should’ve upset her, should’ve made her protest, tell him to stop. The idea of someone seeing her like this, of risking her reputation among the men as a no-nonsense hard ass, should’ve made her want to put an end to what was happening. Instead, Arat felt her traitorous body respond, an involuntary groan falling from her throat and a new rush of wetness coating her thighs at the thought of someone seeing.

 “You fucking love this, don’t you? I bet you want someone to look up and see you. Well don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll give them one hell of a fucking show.”

 With that, Arat felt Negan’s body press into her back, shoving her forward until she wasn’t just standing in front of the window…she was pressed clear up against the glass. Her tits were flattened against the cool surface of the window, causing the nipples to become even harder in response. Her hands had instinctually come up to catch herself, palms flattened against the glass on either side of her head.

 Negan crowded her up against the large window, his body blocking her in so that there was nowhere to run…and nowhere to hide. His cock was at her back, and the entire compound was at her front, completely oblivious of what was happening just a few stories above all of their unassuming forms.

 Hands tilting her hips back and up for easier access, Negan inserted a booted foot between her own bare feet and kicked Arat’s legs so far apart that she had to lean all her weight against the glass for support. She groaned at the feel of Negan’s fingers rubbing across her slit, spreading her wetness all along her mound, and even up over the crack of her ass. The muscles in her thighs and back tensed in anticipation at the feel of the tip of his cock at her entrance…but he didn’t move.

 Whimpering, she gently pushed back into Negan, a small plea for him to continue. Instead, he gave a hoarse chuckle and said, “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that, if you want this dick. Now, fucking beg for it!”

 Arching her back further, so that her ass pressed harder back into him, Arat followed her leader’s command…she begged.

 “Please, Negan…please, I want it so bad. I want your cock in me, I…fuck…please! Please fuck me!”

 Her voice broke at the end, and Negan knew that he had succeeded in breaking through her tough exterior. Knew that she was, in this moment, completely his, and that he could do whatever he wanted to her, with no resistance.

 “That’s it, Arat. Tell me how fucking much my dirty girl wants to be fucked.”

 With that, he pushed forward, sliding his cock deep with one long, fast thrust. Arat cried out at the invasion, feeling herself stretch around him. It had been a while since she had fucked anyone, so there was a slight burn of pain, but it only heightened her excitement and pleasure…only solidified her pussy as his.

 He didn’t give her time to adjust or catch her breath; he pulled back out steadily, before sliding back in again, starting up a rhythm that was slow, but hard…and deep. She swore she could feel his dick reach the whole way to her chest, that was how deep he went. She twitched and pressed back against him with each thrust, trying to silently encourage him to go faster, to send her up to the brink of ecstasy.

 But, Negan was having none of that. His hand came down sharply, landing on her ass cheek with a crack. She cried out at the unexpected hit, the pain quickly vanishing and leaving a warm burn of pleasure in its wake.

 “You fucking liked that, didn’t you? You like having that hot little ass spanked, while I slide my dick in your wet cunt,” Negan growled.

 Arat moaned at his words. She should’ve been embarrassed, but his words rang too true for her to care at the moment. She did like it…no, she loved it.

 “Yes, please, do it again, sir,” she whined.

 A sharp cry fell from her lips as he responded with another smack, in the same exact place as before. Her pussy clenched in reaction, which caused Negan to moan and finally pick up his pace. His hips moved faster as he started to lose control, and he pushed the length of his body harder against her. Since there was nowhere left for her to go, her body pushed closer up against the glass, almost to the point of being painful. The hand, not at her hip, lifted to once more grip a handful of her hair, pushing her face forward until her cheek was smashed up against the window, his throaty voice whispering in her ear.

 “See all of them down there? What do you think they’d fucking see, if they looked up here right now?”

 Arat flickered her eyes downward as much as she could with her face pressed against the glass, taking in the various workers who were still down in the front yard.

 “I’ll tell you what they’d fucking see,” Negan continued. “They’d see your naked tits and cunt pressed up against my office window, and they’d fucking know that you were being fucked. Hell, I bet they can see your pussy juice glistening all over my dick from way down there. And they might not be able to see it, but I bet they can imagine how tight your cunt is squeezing my big, fat dick right now. What would they think of you, hmm? Of their fearless Savior, Arat, naked and begging for my dick, crying out with those same lips that were just wrapped around my cock a few minutes ago? They wouldn’t see you as just a Savior anymore, oh no. They’d see you for what you really are…my dirty fucking girl.”

 Arat, unable to find the brain cells needed to form words, moaned loudly in response. At this point, he could say anything he wanted, and she’d agree. So long as he kept thrusting his dick inside her and whispering dirty things in her ear with that sinful voice of his, he could’ve asked anything of her, anything at all, and she’d have given it to him, with no hesitation. And while that thought should’ve terrified her, instead it ramped up her desire even more, until she was whimpering and wordlessly begging him to let her come.

 Negan grunted with every thrust, his balls smacking her clit as the tip of his dick hit that spot with each slide against her clenching walls. The wet, pornographic sounds of his cock fucking her drenched pussy filled the room, and Arat was certain that if it weren’t for the window and Negan’s body holding her up, she’d have been a limp pile of limbs on the floor ‘til now.

 The hand at her hip glided around to her mound, his fingers zeroing in on her swollen clit. Arat keened at the feel of his leather-coated fingers rubbing fast circles on her clit, her thighs trembling at the effort of holding herself in place for his hands and cock. The hand in her hair let go, only to immediately lower and wrap long fingers around the front of her throat. He tightened his hold until she could hardly draw a breath, pulling her upper body back towards him and arching her back so that she was completely immobilized…completely dominated by him and unable to move.

 Her nails scratched helplessly at the glass as she tried to get her balance, but to no avail. If she lifted either of her hands, the weight of her body would fall into his hand at her throat, completely cutting off her oxygen. Instead, she gasped in shallow breaths as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, his face looming above her own as he stared down at her intently. She saw the sweat that was beading at his forehead and running down over his temples, her head tilted back so far that she could even see his clenched jaw and the vein throbbing at the side of his throat.

 He tightened his grip, that last bit on her neck, cutting off any further breaths. Instead of panicking, Arat found herself submitting. She didn’t struggle any longer, but instead relaxed into his hold, completely giving both her body and herself over to him. Right when her vision started to get blurry, and she felt light-headed from lack of oxygen, she heard his voice, which sounded as if it were speaking to her through a foggy tunnel.

 “Come, Arat. Now!” Negan commanded.

 He lifted the hand between her thighs before bringing his fingers down and giving her clit a hard, direct smack, at the same time that he loosened his grip on her throat.

 And Arat, like the good girl that she was, obeyed.

 Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, knocking into her so hard that, despite his relaxed grip on her throat, she found herself unable to breathe. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as her body exploded into a million fragments all around the room. Her vision went white and her body convulsed in Negan’s tight grip, as Arat came all over his cock.

 The feel of her body clenching and releasing on his dick made Negan let out a strangled moan as he reached his own peak. His hips stuttered as his cock jerked violently into her with each spurt of hot release. They both shivered and twitched as their bodies came back down from what had been the most intense orgasm either one of them had ever experienced.

 They stayed like that, bodies connected, and Arat still pressed up against the window, her panted breaths fogging up the glass. When Negan finally felt able to walk without stumbling, he removed his dick from Arat, causing her to shiver at the sensation, as a mixture of both their releases trickled out of her cunt and onto the concrete floor.

 Pushing herself upright with shaky hands, she slowly turned around and faced Negan, who somehow already had enough functioning brain cells to tuck his dick back in his pants. In fact, except for his zipper being undone and his belt unbuckled, he was completely dressed. He even had his gloves on, although the one was still obviously wet with a combination of her juices and saliva.

 Meanwhile, Arat was completely naked, with her hair tangled around her head and cum trailing down her inner thighs. She was also certain to have a nice red handprint on her ass by tomorrow, as a reminder of what had transpired.

 Uncertain what to do, or say, Arat stood there silently, watching Negan. He grinned cheekily at the sight, pleased as punch, that despite having been thoroughly dominated and fucked, Arat was still awaiting his orders. Still willing to be his loyal, good little soldier.

 Walking over to the pile of her clothes on the floor, he picked them up and tossed them on top of the desk. He then walked over and picked up Lucille from where she had been leaning against a nearby wall, in full view of all the action.

 Turning to Arat, he ran his tongue over his lips and looked her up and down, nodding approvingly. “I’d say we figured out that your loyalty does, indeed, go real fucking far. However, there’s still a few more…kinks, I’d like to work out before I make an executive decision regarding how well-versed you are at taking my orders. So, clean yourself up, and get your sweet ass back downstairs with the rest of the Saviors. Make sure they divvy up the goods properly, and that they don’t act like fucking dimwits about it. Understood?”

 Arat nodded softly, “Yes, sir.”

 He gave her a Cheshire cat grin in return, chuckling as he said, “Good girl, Arat.”

 He turned and walked towards the door, opening it and making his exit. However, before closing the door, he turned and poked his head back in.

 “Oh, and Arat?”

 “Yes, sir?” she replied, still standing in the same spot, and still naked.

 His eyes twinkled, as he purred, “I am far from done with you. Next time, remind me to fucking reward you, for following my orders so fucking well.”

 And with that, he was gone; Arat could hear him whistling happily as he marched down the hall. She wasn’t sure what he classified as a reward…but it was safe to say, based on the way her clit had throbbed and nipples had tightened in response to his words, that she was more than eager to find out.

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  Reader’s POV

I was an artist, and least that's what I liked to believe I was. I started drawing at an early age, progressed to painting, eventually getting a degree in it. So why was I taking my friend’s advice and applying to work at a tattoo parlor?!

 “It's perfect y/n! It's art, it's fun, it pays, real money, which you desperately need!” She sounded so enthusiastic, it almost rubbed off on me. Almost.

 “Natalie, I don't know about this. Aren't most tattoo artists wild? I mean, look at me!”

 “And that is why we are going shopping before your interview. Plaid skirt with a sweater doesn't scream tattoo artist.”

 After a traumatic shopping experience. Ugh I am NEVER letting Natalie take me clothes shopping AGAIN! I was now home trying on my new outfits.

 “It's perfect y/n! I was wearing black skinny jeans, a Ramones tee and my own combat boots.

 “Can I at least wear a sweater, I'm cold!”

 “This one would be fine.”

 I laughed. “Natalie, that's old and ratty, really?!”

 “Yes, really, now get going or you'll be late!” She shoved me out the door, yelling good luck and try not to be too nerdy. Gee, thanks!

I arrived at Captain Morgan’s tattoo shop with time to spare, so I sat in my car giving myself a pep talk. You can do this y/n. Ugh.

 I exited my car, heading right into the shop.

 “Can I help you?” A very pretty young blonde greeted me.

 “Uh, I'm y/n y/l/n, I'm here for a job interview.

 “Oh, yes, just a second please.” She stepped out into the back rooms, so I started l glancing around at the tattoo artwork on the walls. There was the usual hearts, flowers, birds and tigers. But many had their own spin on them.

 I stopped at one gorgeous lotus blossom. “Wow, breathtaking.”

 “Yeah, you fucking think so? Thanks doll.”

 I swung around to see the face to match the gruff voice. He was every bit of what I expected, tee-shirt, jeans, boots, and many tattoos. I knew he was older, but lord, was he attractive, very much so. Stop drooling y/n!

 “It's gorgeous, is it your’s?”

 “Every fucking one on these walls are mine. You're here for the interview? Have you got a portfolio?”

 “Yes, I am here for the interview, but I don't have a portfolio. I just got my degree from the Maine College of Art, first in my class.”

  “While that is pretty fucking impressive doll, how am I supposed to know whether to hire you or not, without knowing if you have any fucking talent? There is quite a difference between traditional art and tattoo art”

 He came up right to me, his face just a foot from mine. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of brown, hazel? I was beyond nervous I hadn't even thought of a portfolio for this, shit, I better come up with something quick.

“How about I draw something for you right now?”

 He looked like he was thinking about it. “Hmm, I guess that might fucking work.” Suddenly, he grabbed my arm. “Who did this?” He was running his fingers over my butterfly tattoo I had on my forearm.

 “Oh, that.” His touch was causing goosebumps to break out on both of my arms. Jesus, I need to get laid if just having him touch my arm is causing such a reaction. “My friend’s father used to run a place a few towns over.”

 “Hmm, interesting. Follow me.” He dropped my arm, turning and heading out back.

 He led me out into one of the rooms. “Sit at the desk doll, I'll grab some pens.”

 I sat down, spinning around on the stool, checking out the equipment. Well, his language sure is colorful. I laughed out loud. And shit, why is he affecting me this way? Get a fucking grip girl. I laughed, not realizing just how loud.

 “Something funny doll?”

 “Uh, no, sorry, just thinking of something funny my friend said earlier.”

 “Well, okay, here you go darling, pens, pencils, whichever the fuck you prefer.” He laid the supplies down, leaning over me. Lord, help me.

  “Now, I'm going to just pick something fucking out of the air.” He glanced around the room, looking at the photos and drawings on the walls. “OK, doll, I want you to draw a baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, blood dripping from it, with a ring of flowers circling it.”

 “Okay, that is certainly different, and very specific.” I laughed.

 “Think you can do it?” Once again, he was very close, I could feel his breath on my neck. Ughhh.

 “Sure, realistic or more abstract?” I squeaked out.

 “Most people want their tats to be more abstract, colorful, put some of the art degree to work, doll. Make me something that will fucking knock my socks off.”

 I began drawing. At first I thought he was going to stand behind me, making me very nervous. Luckily he got a phone call and had to excuse himself.

 When I was finished, I walked out into the lobby area. He was sitting at the counter, the blonde gone.

 “Finished, doll? That was fast.” He stood up walking around the counter to come closer to me. “Let me take a look.”

 He turned, picking up a pair of glasses that were on the counter and put them on.

 I should not stare. Look away y/n, he's going to think you're a freak. Just look away.

 “This is good, real good sweetheart, I really like your style.”

 “Really? Honest?”

 He snickered, “yes, doll, really. If you want the job, it's yours, but only on one condition.”

 “Oh, okay. And that would be?” Please don't be something bad!

 “You have to let me take you out for dinner, you know, to fucking celebrate.”

 Dinner? Dinner?! I was almost shaking, calm yourself y/n!

 “Dinner would be great, and I would love the job, thank you!”

 “No need to thank me, yet. I'll pick you up at 7, that okay, doll?”

 “Yes, that's great.” I started towards the door, needing to get some fresh air.

 “Uh, doll, I kinda need your address.” He was laughing and oh my god, he has dimples.

 “Haahaa, oh yes, of course.” I wrote my address down, then turned to head out.

 “So, see you at 7 sweetheart. No need to change.” He looked me up and down, making me simultaneously a touch uncomfortable and turned on.

 “I'll be ready, and thanks.” I smiled at him, trying once again not to stare.

 “Can't wait, and like I said before, no need to fucking thank me yet.” He licked his top lip and winked at me.

 I walked outside, taking in a giant rush of fresh air. Oh boy, I am in trouble!

Negan’s POV

 I knew I should be more fucking professional, but Jesus, she did something to me. She was gorgeous, sexy and fucking talented.

  I could tell she felt something too. I wanted to make sure she did sense something, it's why I asked her out to dinner. I don't fucking force myself on a woman, but shit, if she didn't return the attraction I might have to convince her.

 It has been a long time, too long, since I had felt something, anything, for someone. Yeah, I had plenty of one night stands, getting pussy was not a problem of mine. But fuck, even I got lonely, and no one, in a long time, has made me feel like what that girl did. And I only knew her for 60 fucking minutes. Could there be something there? I am fucking nuts.

 I quickly stopped by my house to feed my pup, Bear. “Sorry bud, no walk tonight. Daddy's got a fucking date.”

 I quickly changed my shirt into a cleaner tee, then headed into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I sighed. Jesus, why the fuck would I think she would want me? I'm old enough to be her father. Besides, she is probably already dating someone and is only going out with me because she fucking thinks she has to to get the job.

  Goddamn if I don’t sound like a fucking teenager! Okay, enough talking shit about myself, I look great. I can get any pussy out there. I'm fucking Negan Morgan for shits sake!

 I got on my bike, headed to y/n’s house. Starting up her front walk, I noticed she was sitting on her front porch.

 “Eager for dinner, doll?”

 “I haven't eaten all day, so yeah, I guess I am.” She laughed and fuck, if I didn't want to hear more of that.

 “Well, come on, let's head out.”

 She stepped off the porch, still dressed the same, except for a different jackets.

 “Good choice doll” I took a hold of her arm, leading her to my bike.

 “Nice bike, all black, sexy.” She put her hand on the tank, rubbing back and forth.

 Hmmmmm, je-sus! I turned back to her so I could adjust myself.

 “Here’s your helmet doll.” I helped put it on her, hooking the chin strap. Shit! Her skin is so soft. I have got to keep my hands to myself.

 She looked at me with those big sweet doe eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

 “Negan, doll. I'm not old enough to be Mr. Morgan.” I snickered.

 “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you're old.” She looked down, embarrassed.

 I couldn't help myself. Putting my hand under her chin, I lifted her face to look at me.

 “No need to apologize sweetheart, it's OK, I'm just teasing you. Let's get on.”

 I got on, then helped her up. I could tell she was hesitant to put her arms around me.

 “No need to hesitate doll. I don't bite, usually.”

  She wrapped her arms around me and goddamn if it didn't feel perfect. Shit, I was in trouble.

 When we got to Harry’s, she got off first, I missed the feel of her arms already.

 We took a seat towards the back and ordered., both of us ordering a burger and fries.

 “I like a woman that eats real fucking food.”

 “Well, I do enjoy a salad now and again, but in case you didn't notice, I like to eat. “ She giggled, glancing at my through her fucking perfect eyelashes.

 “Not sure what you mean doll?”

 “Mr., I mean, Negan, I'm not exactly skinny.”

 “Let me tell you something sweetheart. I prefer to look at, talk to, something with substance.” I took ahold of her hands.

 She stared up at me, I stared back. “You feel it to doll?”

 “Mmhmm”

 I stood up, never letting go of her hands. We walked over to the bar where I paid, making our way outside, fast.

 I backed her up against the building, grasping her face. “Are you okay, with this?”

 “Yes, I…never…”

 “It's okay doll, I know.”

Reader’s POV

  The kiss started out soft, sweet, like testing the waters. His tongue, begging for entrance, which I granted. It quickly became more heated, tongues dancing, tasting, intertwined. His hands moved down, grasping my ass. Mine went around his neck, playing with the curls.

When we came apart for a breathe, he spoke.

 “We need to get out of here, now.” I soon felt what he meant, as he brushed his groin against me.

 “Yes, please.” I gasped out.

 I hardly remember the ride back, my head too full of what if’s, I shouldn't, but I quickly shut them down when we arrived back at my house and he picked me up. I had never felt so right, so at home, in someone's arms before.

 He put me down when we got to my door so I could retrieve my key. But he held me from behind, kissing my neck, rubbing his hands all over my ass.

 “God doll, I don't know what the fuck you've done to me. Shit.”

 When we got inside, I had barely turned around and he was on me.

  “Bedroom now doll.”  

  “Up the stairs, second door on the left.” Just as I answered him, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

 He grabbed a hold of my ass, causing me to squeak.

 “Goddamn doll, this ass is perfection. Mmhmm!”

 We reached my room and I slid down off his shoulder. What the fuck am I doing? I never do this kind of thing, especially with my future boss!

 He placed his arms around me. “You okay doll? Second guessing? Want me to leave? Although I don't know how fucking far I will get with this.” He smirked, grabbing at his crotch. “But I am nothing if not a fucking gentleman, I'll go if that's what you want.” He sat down, picking up one of my stuffed animals.

 “No, don't go. It's just, I don't know. Is this okay?” I pointed to the two of us. “Not only have I never done this, but I've never felt what I'm feeling for anyone, especially this soon, this quick. Know what I mean?” I sat down next to him, grabbing my stuffie from him.

 He laughed. “First off, if you're concerned about your job, don't be. I was fucking impressed by your work, very much so. As fucking attracted as I am to you, that is not why I hired you. It's not how I do business.” He leaned over, placing loose hair behind my ear, then kissing it. “And believe me, I am super fucking attracted to you doll.”

 Throwing caution, and morals, to the wind, I got up and stood in front of him. I moved to straddle his legs, settling down on his lap. I grabbed his neck pulling his head closer, while leaning down.

 We began kissing, the hard and hungry kind, nipping each other's lips, tongues. Coming up for air, I slipped my tee off, tossing behind me. Negan made an obscene sounding groan,  which only spurred me on.  I unhooked my bra, letting it fall between us.

 “Holy shit doll! I didn't think you could become any more fucking beautiful. Those are certainly one glorious pair of tits, mmhmm!” He instantly latched onto one, twirling the neglected nipple in his fingers.

 I began the groaning now. I started grinding into him, wanting, needing to feel more. I reached down, unzipping, unbuttoning his jeans, placing my hand inside and gasping out loud when I realized just how large he was.

 He whispered in my ear, “Keep calm, dont worry baby, I'll fit just perfect.”

 “Why don't you show me then.”

 Everything became a blur of ripping off clothing, covers flying, skin on skin. And he was not lying, he fit perfectly, oh so fucking perfect.

 “Negan…oh…god…”

 He grunted, growled. “I know baby, I know. Come with me.”

 And we did, screaming each others names and every deity known to man. I could feel every drop of his hot seed pulse into me. I could feel his muscles rippling, I could feel my own, tensing, releasing. Our skin, so damp, wet with sweat, clinging to each other. I felt like I could stay like this, forever.

Negan’s POV

 We just laid there, her cuddled into me, so soft, so sweet smelling. Jesus, I could be like this forever.

 Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. Not risking waking her up, I lightly began rubbing her back with one hand, the other stroking her face. She was absolutely breathtaking, every dream I had ever had, perfection.

 “Negan?” She whispered.

 “Yes, doll?”

 “Stay?”

 “I don't plan on going anywhere baby.”

 She smiled, grasping onto me tightly, a sweet sigh escaping her lips.

God, Olivia would hug every jock that made fun of her weight when she was younger if it meant getting rid of Negan. He stood for every mean comment, snide remark, and back-handed compliment she’d ever received in her life. And to make matters worse he had the rugged good looks of those dangerous bad boys her mother always warned her to stay away from. He’d murdered Glenn and Abraham in cold blood, kidnapped Daryl, and held the entirety of Alexandria hostage, all while being absolute sex on legs. It was like a cruel joke for him to ask to have sex with her; no man with looks like that said those things and actually meant them.

Her teeth bit softly into her cheek as her right hand tensed into a fist. All she felt was utter disdain towards Negan, and she needed some method to release it. Her eyes glanced quickly at the empty wall. Without hesitation, she punched the wall as hard as she could. She shut her eyes and sighed before the pain started to slowly tingle along her nerve endings. She swore under her breath as shook her hand out to try to alleviate some of the stinging.

“Well fuck me,” a familiar taunting voice entered her ears. “I’m real fucking lucky I got off the hook with only a slap.”

Olivia’s lips pursed as she turned to look into Negan’s smug face. Of course she’d forgotten to shut the door. “Where’s Carl and Judith?” Olivia asked, opting to ignore his comment.

“On the porch. Carl wanted to check up on you himself, but I told him I’d do it,” Negan said, stepping closer to her. “And here I thought you were up here crying your pretty little eyes out. Instead you’re doing some Rocky Balboa shit. The fuck is up with that?”

“None of your business,” Olivia spat at him before turning to leave the room. She didn’t get too far before Negan shifted over to block her way.

“You totally got off on slapping me, didn’t you?” Negan asked, his lips curled into a smirk. “Bet it just soaked your panties right through, yes siree.”   

“Just shut the fuck up and let me through unless you want another one,” Olivia said as she planted her feet firmly on the ground and looked up into his brown eyes.

“Do it,” Negan whispered before tilting his head to the side and pointed to the cheek she didn’t slap. “Make it match. I’m never one to turn down a little roughing up from a beauty such as yourself.”

Olivia’s mouth slightly dropped open at his confession. Not only did he want more, but he called her a beauty. When she looked into his eyes, she knew that he was serious. She watched how his tongue peeked over his bottom lip, and how his dimples stood out more prominently without his beard to hide them. He was oozing masculinity, and his face still hinted a shadow even though he’d freshly shaved only an hour before.

Olivia’s head dropped slightly to hide some of the blush that would soon give her away. “You’re… you’re absolutely disgusting,” she said, though she wasn’t so certain of those words herself.

Negan leaned down over Olivia before he said, “But you haven’t fucking walked out yet. So what’s it gonna be?”

Olivia’s eyes wandered down his face, admiring the tight fit of his shirt against his body, how his jeans sat just low enough on his hips, and imagining those long legs pressed against her body. In a quick movement, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked down, pulling his lips into hers. Negan didn’t hesitate, and fought for dominance in the kiss, pulling her body closer to him as he steered her toward the wall to hold her against it.

As soon as Olivia felt herself being boxed in she pushed back against his lips, trying not to allow herself to melt from his roaming hands on her hips. As his hands slowly began to travel towards her ass, she finally had enough. She pushed hard and turned him around so that his back was against the wall. He almost seemed surprised at this, but didn’t lose his calm and cool facade just yet.

“No. If we’re doing this at all, it’s going to be on my terms. Got it?” she asked, looking up at him. She didn’t want to think about how similar this situation was to sticking one’s head into a lion’s open maw. “I don’t appreciate you pawing me like that.”

“Whatever you say doll,” Negan drawled, letting his hand trail down to the front of his jeans. “So are you going to tell me I’m a naughty boy and tease all my good places?”

Olivia frowned for a moment before slapping his hand away from touching himself further. Negan chuckled, bringing his hands up to gesture his surrender. She looked his body up and down, trying to decide what she’d do to him. Suddenly, a wicked idea came to her and she stepped away from him.

“I don’t think you deserve it,” she said, a smile dancing on her lips as she turned to the open doorway.

“Wait a fucking minute here!” Negan barked, making Olivia stop just in front of the door. “Unless you're leaving to bring up Arat to join in or some shit, I don't think it's very fucking kind of you to walk out on me now.”

Olivia struggled to stifle a giggle before starting again. “You know Negan,” Olivia said, closing the bedroom door closed and turned back to him. “You take a lot from others. You’ve taken our people and our supplies. I want to see how giving you’re willing to be.”

Negan’s scowl quickly disappeared as he opened his arms and gestured to himself. “Oh baby, you have no fucking idea how giving I am,” he said. "My wives would call me the “Giving Tree” if, you know, I hadn't thought of it first."

She paused for a moment at his "wives" comment but instead brushed it off and continued. “Good, then you’d have no issues with getting on your knees, right?” Olivia asked, pointing to the spot in front of her.

Negan's chocolate brown eyes locked with hers, as if challenging her to repeat herself. Olivia stood up straighter, trying to cast an air of authority over the man that could easily ruin their community in one fell swoop on a bad day. Instead of fighting her, however, he bit his bottom lip and held back an arrogant grin. In a playful tone he said, "Yes ma'am," and proceeded to slowly drop to his knees in front of her, just like he'd made her friends do when they first met. "What are your orders?" he asked her.

With a swift movement, she yanked the blue button up shirt from her arms and threw it on top of Negan's head. Before he could register the fabric over his eyes, she did the same with her t-shirt and tossed it at his knees so she stood before him in only her bra and jeans.

After throwing the shirt to the side, Negan let out a low whistle as his gaze travelled hungrily over her. A shiver ran up Olivia's spine. Even when he was being submissive he still held so much power over her. The way he looked at her with such desire was more than she'd ever experienced with previous lovers. She almost didn't feel too embarrassed that she only had a  simple black bra to tease him with.

"You can help me take off the rest," Olivia said, gesturing to her pants. He didn't need to be told twice, as he scooted forward and curled his fingers around her belt loop and yanked it off with a force that shocked her. She reached forward and grabbed Negan's face so he'd look up at her. "Be gentle. There's no rush," she said, stroking her index finger along the bottom of his jaw.

Negan let out a rumbled sigh of agreement as his hands ghosted down the curves of her thighs. He stopped at her shoes, and she lifted each foot to allow him to take them off. As he did so, his long fingers pressed into the balls of her feet and he smiled up at her as she sighed at his touch.

He made his way back up to her jeans and unbuttoned them with a flick of his thumb. She watched with bated breath as his fingers slipped into her jeans and shimmied them down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace. There was a frustrated grunt from him as he seemed to be struggling with obeying her rules and only stripping her as he looked at her panties. He decided to be good, and pulled them down while looking up at her, waiting for her next command.

Her face was flush with how vulnerable she was under his gaze. She bit her bottom lip and looked down at him, deciding to reward him a little. She parted her legs just enough for Negan to see her sex, and told him, "You're allowed to lick me."

Before she could react, Negan had closed the gap and lifted her leg over his shoulder, sending her off balance and grasping at the wall behind her. "Wait a second! I never told you you could... oh fuck..." she whimpered as his tongue teased her outer lips. She was thankful for the wall or else her knees would have buckled with each tender stroke along her folds.

Olivia quickly learned that he wasn't all talk when he said he'd fuck her brains out. The man seemed to know every little tender spot on her body to make her writhe in his tight grip. His eyes flicked up to watch her pleasured expression as he sucked and rolled his tongue over her sensitive clit.

She debated whether or not she should pull him off and punish him for disobeying her, but she couldn't. Not when he was this good. So she let her hips grind against him, pushing him as close as he could to her sex.

His hand cupped her ass as he pressed forward, assaulting her clit with urgency before dipping a finger inside of her. Olivia sighed, reaching down to run a hand down his slicked hair. With each push of his finger she felt that familiar tug on her body as she neared her climax. As his tongue pressed once more over her clit, she felt the surge of her orgasm flow over her, and she allowed herself to moan and grip his hair as his tongue ran over her opening to lap up her wetness.

Negan brought her thigh down off of his shoulder and smirked before bringing his finger up to his mouth to get the last of her juices cleaned off. "You look pleased as fucking punch, doll," he said.

Olivia slowly regained a bit of her composure as she looked down at him. "You disobeyed me. I was going to reward you with a blowjob but I guess that won't be happening," she said.

"Fair enough." Even when he was being reprimanded he still held that same arrogant expression. "How are you gonna punish me?"

Olivia thought for a moment. "Strip and lie down on the bed," she said.

She watched intently as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a dusting of chest hair speckled salt and pepper like his beard had been. He didn't break eye contact with her as he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked off his boots. She felt a rush of excitement when he pulled down the rest of his clothes, revealing how ready he was for what would come next. He was bigger than any of her past boyfriends, and certainly much thicker too.

He turned to walk towards the bed and Olivia set about trying to find what she needed. She opened the dresser beside the bed and looked through it, sifting through extra clothes that weren't being worn by anyone.

"I'm all for trying new things doll," Negan drawled as he lounged comfortably on the bed. "But I’m not exactly in the mood right now for getting a dildo shoved up my ass."

She rolled her eyes at his comment and burrowed deeper into the clothes until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out an old robe and yanked the cord out of the loops that held it in place. Turning back towards Negan, she gestured for him to put his hands up. He chuckled but followed her instruction. Once she was done, she tugged the cord to make sure it was tight enough so he couldn’t unravel it.

Olivia climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips just enough so his cock brushed against her thigh. He hissed in approval and watched as she reached to undo her bra. Negan bit his lip at the sight before him and tried gyrating his hips against her.

She sat up enough to get out of is reach and Negan pouted. "If you move your hips at all I'll walk out. Understand?" she asked and he nodded.

She took his member in her hand and positioned him at her opening. Slowly, she brought her hips down, gasping at the feel of how much he was filling her. He seemed to be experiencing the same thing, a low hum rumbling in his throat as he fought the urge to thrust up into her the rest of the way.

Once she had finally found it comfortable enough to sink down fully, she steadied herself by brushing her hands down his toned chest. He moaned softly, "Like what you see?"

She nodded and shifted her hips slightly to get a better angle on him. She let out a soft sigh as she rose off him just enough to push herself back down to the hilt. He groaned beneath her as she started a leisurely pace, enjoying the way his cock rubbed against her walls in all the right places. She thought about how unfair it was that only now she found a man that could please her, and he was an absolute jerk to say the least.

"Fuck Olivia, if you keep going this fucking slow I'll lose my fucking mind!" Negan groaned as his hands tensed in the bindings.

Olivia looked down at this man, who so easily made the great Rick Grimes quake in his boots, trembling beneath her as he waited for her to move. She felt a burst of pride swell in her as she thought about it. She had him in the palm of her hand, and he could only cum if she let him.

Instead of torturing him further, she gave in and snapped her hips against him. She was greeted with a low guttural moan from Negan as he stared at her body with every wiggle of her hips. She was usually pretty shy, but this time she didn't mind having someone stare at her like she was the beautiful woman she wanted to believe she was.

She rocked herself against him, his cock hitting her weakest areas with zeal. Olivia knew that by the sounds Negan was making beneath her that he was nearing his end. She sped the process along by letting her fingers stroke her still sensitive clit as she brought herself down over and over onto him.

Negan looked up at her with hooded eyes, his mouth open and panting as she brought him closer and closer to the edge. It was a struggle to hold himself back with how her walls gripped him tightly against her, conforming to his shape perfectly.

With a sharp gasp, Olivia neared her peak as she teetered just over the point of no return. With one final snap of her hips she fell over the brink, launching her senses into overdrive as she clung to Negan's chest with her free hand. She quickly pulled herself out of him as he spurted his seed over his thighs, panting with every pulsation through his body.

Olivia slumped down next to his body, her limbs recovering from the exertion. She looked over to Negan, who stared back into her eyes as they watched each other try to regain some semblance of composure.

There was an odd moment where she felt that she should lean over and kiss him. Her lips were so close to his, yet she stopped herself. Even if she felt grateful to have an outlet for some of her frustrations, she still reminded herself that this was the same man who was holding their way of life hostage. The first kiss had been out of pure passion, but a second one would have been more personal than she’d be willing to share with him.

Negan smirked as he brought his hands down. "A little fucking help?" he asked.

She untied the cord and sat up along with Negan. They'd spent too long up here, Carl would start getting worried and come looking for them soon.

The two pulled on their clothes in silence, almost as if erasing the past few moments they had together. She wasn't too hurt, but she still felt an emptiness when she imagined Negan walking his fine self out of the room and turning into that grotesque caricature he was when he entered through the door earlier this afternoon.

As she pulled on the final article of clothing, Negan began to head towards the door. He stopped for a moment and turned around to face her. "You fucking promise me that you don't ever let a man make you cry like that again. I know for a fucking fact that you've got enough in you to kick his ass ten times over," he said, speaking to her with nothing but sincerity.

Olivia smiled and nodded, noticing the small wink he gave her before leaving her alone in the room. She gave the room a quick once over to make sure everything was back in its proper place and caught her face in the mirror above the dresser. A different woman stared back at her, one who was beautiful and capable of anything. She tilted her head up high and admired her reflection for a moment.

Unfortunately, she couldn't carry too much of this confidence with her, not just yet. She removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes to make them look like they were red from crying. Carl needed to believe her when she lied about what really happened in the guest room, though she knew he would still suspect her for a while. She gave herself one last confident smile in the mirror before turning to the door.

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Negan was in a worse mood than usual upon his arrival at Alexandria. The last drop was not only light but full of useless items which only served to elicit further tension with the Saviors. While Fat Joey, Dwight and the others present to collect the offering failed to ensure that their leader would be pleased with the paltry hull they brought back, Negan partially blamed himself for leaving ‘dimwitted fuckers,’ as he put it, to do the job. Not that he regretted having spent the time fucking two of his wives instead. Simply put, he would rather have competent soldiers who he could entrust not to fuck up something for just once. He was beginning to think this simple request was too much to ask for in the apocalyptic world they lived in. Hell, the dead had more brains than half of his men, he thought. 

Method and strategic calculation were two attributes that kept Negan two steps ahead of everyone else. His performance as a volatile manic was the icing on the cake that kept his enemies on their toes. The citizens of Alexandria, namely Rick Grimes, remained none the wiser to his ever continuing mind games. When Negan and Lucille showed up at their gates a record four days earlier than the last unexpected visit, every soul there had fallen prey to this ploy of fear. The townspeople had grown accustomed to the shrill clank of barbed wire clashing against the metal bars of the front gate for each time it served as a harbinger of terror. Only this time the clangor was more demanding, forceful. 

The alarming arrival was first noticed by Francine and Heath who were nearest the entrance when the ominous silhouette of a man carting a bat was cast across the front gate. Each waiting for the other to act first, both stood in silence as Lucille’s teeth gnashing assault on the metal continued. The increasing racket caught the attention of Rick who wasn’t far from the scene. In no hurry, he sauntered toward the entryway. Reaching the latch, he slid one door and then the other to the side allowing Negan entry. Without as much as an acknowledgement or glance at Rick, Negan presumptuously stepped foot into the safe zone. Standing in place, his dark eyes scrutinized his surroundings.

“Where’s the fucking emergency?”

“Excuse me?” Rick deadpanned.

“The emergency that kept you fine, neighborly folk from greeting your guest in a fucking timely manner.” Any humor implied was firmly contradicted by the anger showcased on Negan’s face.

“I can only assume this emergency is why you’re here before we have your offering ready.” His words seethed with suppressed anger.

“Thing is, Rick.” Negan’s lips curved in a wry smile. “You have to have a full fucking load the first fucking time if you want the next one to count. And seeing as I didn’t get my shit the last fucking time that tells me you don’t have shit for me this week.”

Daring a step closer, Rick met Negan’s cold gaze. “You might wanna check with your guys then. Every man and woman here will attest that they saw their things put on that truck.”

“First off, I know you meant to say my things. Second.” Ever the showman, Negan paused for dramatic effect. “That truck didn’t have even half of fucking half your shit.”

“We tried. Seems our usual supply source is overru-“

Negan interrupted, “if I wanted a fucking excuse, I would have fucking asked for it. What I did ask for? Your shit. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. Do you?”

Breaking eye contact, Rick gazed past Negan in silent defiance.

“Well?” Negan purred.

Emotion remained void from Rick’s face. Knuckles whitened as his fists clenched tighter. “No. No.”

“You of all people, Rick, know what an understanding kind of guy I can be. Lucille on the other hand? Now if it were up to her, she’d make your body as limp as a fucking whiskey dick. But I’m giving you a choice. Get me my shit or I get you a new dead friend. Shame you’re out of gingers and Asians to choose from.” Jutting his jaw, Negan continued, “Better yet, how about that smoking black chick.”

Rick contorted his face in anger, shattering his composed façade. His jaw set with gritted teeth as his eyes leered into Negan’s own in passionate rage. Fury boiled in his blood as dark, malicious thoughts consumed him.

Negan shot Rick an expression of mock concern. “Now what the fuck has got your dick in a twist?”

Rationalization told Rick he should subdue his anger but his mind betrayed him as his body continued to tense, blood boiling with hatred. The nonchalant attitude Negan displayed only added fuel to the fire burning within Rick.

“Oh, wait. You thought I meant to kill her?” Negan let out a boisterous laugh. “Excuse the fuck out of me for implying anything other than making her my fucking wife. Hot, gutsy chick like that? Give me a week alone with her and she’ll be begging to have my fucking dick in that pretty pussy of hers.”

It took every last ounce of composure Rick possessed not to break his jaw at the deplorable insinuation of Michonne engaging in a carnal act with a vile monster such as Negan was to him. Reminding himself of what could happen, what he could lose, he took a proverbial step back, instead simmering on other ways he could make Negan suffer. His pulse and breathing slowed as sound judgement began to set back in. He knew far too well the consequences of going up against Negan but he couldn’t allow him to take the woman he loved most dear. Rather than the insubstantial dream of Negan’s death at his hands, images of his adversary being torn apart by the undead conjured in Rick’s mind. Rick now knew what he had to do.

“You want your stuff, right? Why don’t we go get it? Right now. You and me,” Rick offered.

Negan couldn’t have been more proud that his intimidation tactic once again set Rick the Prick in his place. Or so he though.

It was by sheer luck that Rick Grimes had stumbled across a wholesale warehouse not but twenty miles from the community of Alexandria. He and Daryl brought back a truck full of canned goods, toiletries and housewares along with selective knickknacks which had sufficed for the last month and a half of the Saviors demands.

Since the dawn of Negan’s despotic rule over Alexandria, Rick’s law of averages theory seemed to show itself more as wishful thinking than a reliable statistical outcome. This was substantiated upon his last run to the warehouse which he discovered to be abound with walkers leaving no pathway but one to enter the building. The merchandiser entrance in the back of the store was left mostly clear as the abandoned trucks created a barricade which impede the walkers from getting through. Not even the most well trained solder could clear the hordes of undead teeming the interior of the warehouse as the expanse left for little coverage once inside deeming it a death trap. This was why, of course, Negan and Rick were on their way there.

Negan pulled up to the rear entrance as Rick had instructed under the pretense of the majority of supplies being in the back storeroom. Everything was going to plan with not a walker was in sight on this clear, crisp day. Negan backed the truck into one of the loading docks with a smug grin.

“This is what I’m talking about, Rick. I ask you for shit and you give me a fucking warehouse. This is something to build a relationship on,” Negan drawled as he stepped out of the truck carting Lucille in hand.

Ignoring Negan’s unremitting egotism, Rick hopped out of the truck with high hopes that he would continue to circumvent any shortcomings in his stratagem. Though he staggered a short distance behind to err on the side of caution. Negan had allowed Rick to carry his hatchet which was tucked into his belt.

“As much as I’m enjoying the ever living fuck out of your company, I don’t have all fucking day to dick around. You coming?” Negan said as he stood by the entryway.

Knowing he had the upper hand, Rick defiantly continued his torpid pace trudging up the stairs to the door, boots scuffing the concrete below.

“Ladies first,” Negan jeered as he bowed in mock obeisance. Rick sauntered past him with disregard, his hand hesitantly reaching toward the doorknob in trepidation of the unknown dangers lurking on the other side. It was all together possible the walkers had found a way into the storeroom since his last visit. He pushed aside his instinct to barge in baring his hatchet as to prevent alerting Negan to the danger he was luring him into, Rick instead risked the odds by coolly opening the door as if entering the safe zone of Alexandria. Braving a step forward, Rick found the place as he’d last left it. Skylight domes adorned the lofty ceiling bringing natural illumination to the expanse of the chamber, though the storeroom itself was small compared to the entirety of the building. Negan followed behind as Rick strode to the center of the room.

“This is it,” Rick said gesturing to the wall of towering wooden pallets loaded with a conglomeration of everything from bulk cereal to espresso machines. Negan circled the room with a pompous stride swinging Lucille to his side as he perused his endless options.

“Ohhh, I could use one of these!” Coming to a halt, Negan brandished his beloved bat at the stack of cast iron charcoal grills stacked before him. A thick layer of plastic sheath held the tower in place. Leaning back in admiration of his newest favourite cooking appliance, he withdrew the sizable knife from his cartilage belt with his free hand. “Hey, Rick! Give me a fuckin’ hand with this.”

Rick reluctantly obliged on account of impatience for Negan to move on to the warehouse floor where the real feast awaited him. He palmed out his hand, expecting to be given the knife Negan held, only to be greeted by the unwelcome caress of Lucille instead. Rick abhorrently resented being forced to carry the very object that had caused him such grief and remorse when she took her first swing before his tearful eyes. Pushing such grim thoughts aside, reassurance swept over Rick as he cast his gaze to a sight that served as a reminder today would be his final meeting with the loathed bat and her master. Within feet of the parcel, which Negan had been unhurriedly marveling at, were the one-way swinging doors that held back the horde of walkers lurking inside.

“Well I can’t very well cut this shit open with her in my hand now, can I?” Negan said in response to having taken notice of Rick’s visible distress. Turning his focus back to the pallet, Negan carelessly sliced through the plastic wrap with no regard to the excess boxes beneath. The teeth of his knife snagged, sending the towering mass toppling into the double doors creating an open passage to the conjoining room. Rick’s ploy had gone into effect sooner than expected putting him in the line of danger as walkers began piling in by the masses. He bolted for the door leaving Negan in the wake of the undead.

The odds of survival were not in Negan’s favor should he precariously fight a dozen or more walkers with a single knife. Sooner he seal Rick’s fate with his own by sacrificing his only means of defense. Without hesitation, Negan threw his knife, successfully hitting his target.

Rick tugged furiously at the door which was wedged shut from the knife’s mark. The force in which it hit secured it deep within the wood thwarting any escape. With no choice but to push back toward the multiplying horde, Rick stormed forth with unyielding ferocity. The piercing barbs of the bat he wielded connected with the skulls of the undead, vanquishing as many as three in a single stroke. Lucille’s savage kiss left a trail of carnage as Rick fought to clear his way to the only remaining refuge. The sickening pop of splintering skulls coupled with the moans of the walking dead. Rick delivered a final blow before slipping into the confines of the storeroom freezer. He slammed the latch door behind him. Rick turned to assess his surroundings only to be met by a harsh blow to the face. He fell to the floor, dropping Lucille in the act.

“Stand the fuck up, you fucking fucker. Before I fuck you up even more,” Negan exhorted as he towered over Rick. “I don’t think you have any idea how fucking pissed off you’ve made me, fucker.”

Unwilling adhere to his demand, Rick defiantly remained in place as Negan glowered above. In a swift movement, Negan delivered a kick only to have his foot meet the metal door in the place where Rick had just been. Having rolled to the side before the assault, Rick was already to his feet with Lucille in hand as Negan doubled over in pain from the impact of his foot colliding with the hard surface. 

“I have to say, Rick, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Negan huffed as brought himself upright. The inconvenience of being unarmed left him with only manipulation as a weapon. “I mean, have you fucking looked at yourself these last few weeks? You’ve been sulking around like a whore in a-”

Rick’s fist met Negan’s jaw with enough force to send him tumbling backward. He propped himself up against the ledge of the shelf he had collapsed into but before he could turn around to face his opponent, he found himself trapped in a chokehold as Rick gripped his crimson scarf with enough tensity to constrict his breathing. The clonk of the bat dropping to the floor echoed in the small room as Rick raised his free hand to wrap tightly around Negan’s throat while the other remained firmly clutching his scarf which served as a physical restraint.

This was the opportunity Rick had awaited from the moment they first met but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to put to death his most hated foe. His veins surged with rage but lacked the bloodthirst he’d thought would come with having Negan’s life in his hands. Silently cursing himself for his weakness, he loosened his hold, shoving Negan forward so that his torso was pressed firmly into the shelf below.

Negan gasped for air with deep, heaving breaths. “Damn, Rick! If I’d known you were such a kinky motherfucker, I’d have fuckin’ slid my dick down your throat ages ago.”

Having been subjected to Negan’s incessant innuendos, Rick had come to spurn them. This time was different. It dawned on Rick that Negan’s propensity for sex was his greatest weakness. He now knew the ultimate way to subjugate his oppressor.

“Is that what you want?” Rick growled as he pressed his hardening member against Negan’s backside. “My dick.”

Negan had found Rick’s actions to be unexpected to say the least. Unused to anyone having the balls to verbally contest him, Negan was unsure how this would pan out. The thrill of it all was arousing him more than he cared to admit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to himself that he didn’t want Rick Grimes to fuck him right then and there in the confines of a storeroom freezer. All that was in the way was his massive ego. It was a rare occasion that anyone but him was in control. Pinned down, with his ass up, at Rick’s mercy was not quite how he would have liked this situation to go. Unwilling to yield to Rick’s domination, Negan contented by reciprocating with a flippant rebuttal.

“Seeing as you’re the one with your fucking dick practically up my ass, it seems pretty fucking obvious who needs a good cock job.”

If Rick could see Negan’s visage, he would have been privy to the wry smile etched across his face. He also would have probably smacked his ass much harder than he did. Negan winced at the impact of the blow, his cock growing uncomfortably hard.

“Really, Rick?” He said through clenched teeth. “That’s all you fuckin-” Negan stopped midsentence at the shock of having his pants pulled to his ankles. Even more unexpected was the invasive push of a single finger inserting into his ass. Recalling the time he’d allowed Sherry to experiment with a strap on, he knew better than to resist if he were to experience more pleasure than pain from the penetration. After another few moments of teasing his entrance, Rick inserted a second finger which he began tauntingly pumping in and out. Just as the stimulation was beginning to build, Rick abruptly withdrew his digits. Negan cock twitched with heated anticipation as the clasp of a belt being unbuckled followed by a zip resounded from behind. Rick tossed his hatchet to the side.

The exhilaration of the unknown coupled with biting frustration from the absence of control was more than he could handle. Negan cocked his head over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what depraved things were to come. His eyes took into view the erogenous sight of Rick’s thick cock as it sprung free glistening with pre-cum. After a few strokes, Rick lubricated his member with as much saliva as he could muster. This provided no reassurance to Negan that the experience awaiting him wouldn’t be uncomfortable to say the least. Regardless of his trepidation, Negan’s body teemed with burning desire. Before the other man could take notice of the hunger in his eyes, Negan turned aside his lust blown gaze. Rick caught sight of his sudden movement and advanced toward him with vehement fervor.

Feeling the tip of Rick’s cock prodding at his tight opening, Negan gulped a guttural moan. Taking his erection in hand, Rick slowly guided it inside. The sensation of a pulsating dick quite differed from the inertness of a rubber dildo and was a whole new experience from anything he’d felt before.

Once adjusted to the size, Rick pulled out all but the tip before sharply sheathing his length to the hilt as he grasped his hands on either side of Negan’s hips for better leverage. Still determined not to give Rick the satisfaction of complete control, Negan held back from any audible expression of pleasure with only a grunted ‘fuck’ when he was pulled in harder. The ruthless constraint of pressing fingers dug painfully into Negan’s naked flesh with bruising force. He soon found his efforts of physical reserve to be in vain with each shudder his body traitorously ceded to. Rick’s thrusts picked up speed setting a savage pace.

The ultimate supremacy Rick now held over his former oppressor served as the retribution he long craved but it wasn’t enough to satisfy his malignant rage. Rick shifted his hips as his rhythm became more erratic. His inner thighs clenched with building pressure. Blood pulsated through his veins as his cock convulsed with shooting pleasure. Overcome in violent ecstasy, Rick withdrew before Negan could find his release. Collapsing to the ground beside Lucille, Negan trembled with unfulfilled desire.