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Negan was pissed. Which, in general, wasn’t that noteworthy of an event. What was, however, was the fact that he was pissed at HER.
Really pissed.
She was stretched out on one of the couches in the wives’ common room when he arrived in all his cursing glory. Bellowing her name even though she was damn near clear across the compound. As the first call reached their ears, the other wives made a hasty exit, leaving her alone with her book. Which, in any other circumstance, would have been a wonderful thing. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be alone for very long.
“Where the fucking fuck are you fucking hiding woman?!” He was getting closer.
She sighed, marking her place and depositing the book on the coffee table. He would be powering through the door any second. She’d been waiting for his return. She knew he’d be in a state. So she stayed put, head propped up by her hand.
Just inside the door, he stopped, angry eyes focused solely on her. “Didn’t you fucking goddamn hear me calling you?” he roared. He swung Lucille up to balance her on his shoulder. Still in his leader regalia, he was extremely alluring to her. Even though he was probably going to kill her. A quick glance at his wooden companion told her that he hadn’t used it on anyone today.
Yet. “Do you think that there’s ANYONE in the compound that didn’t hear you?” She shot back, unruffled. “Jesus.”
His eyes were dark and narrowed dangerously, “Get over here.” He barked.
“Excuse me?” She raised an eyebrow. She sat up, tucking one leg under her, watching Negan over the back of the couch.
“Little girl, you are trying my God. Damn. Patience.” He pointed to the floor in front of him, “Get your ass over here.”
“As much as you like to pretend that bat is your dick to swing around, you are neither my owner or my King.” Her voice was cold as she sat, unmoving under his furious stare, she swore his face turned even more red than his signature bandana. She was aware of the very real possibility that she could die today.
So be it, she thought as she turned away, intending to pick up her book. In the next breath, she was yanked back against the sofa by a hand in her hair. Next, Negan’s hand reached around, closing around her throat. She’d forgotten that Negan could be fast when he really wanted. She hadn’t even heard him move. Negan stood behind the couch, almost pulling her over the back, her air getting thin. “You think I’m fucking kidding with you?!” She looked up into his furious upside-down face. “Do you know how easily I could snap your neck?”
Eyes narrowing with her vison, “I’ll die at your fucking hands before I fear them.” Her voice was raspy and quiet.
In an instant, the fury melted from his face. His eyes widened and he released her as suddenly as he’d grabbed her. She dropped back onto the couch with an exaggerated bounce. She knew he wasn’t totally wrong to be angry. She’d taken a hell of a risk doing what she did. But Negan was such a fucking bully, it made her rebel.
So, she’d made a run on her own. Yet, time had been of the essence. Someone from Sanctuary had to get there before the whiny little shits up at Hilltop got there and cleaned it out. As a matter of fact, she passed the Hilltop party in the dark along the way. She would have gotten through clean had she not run into Simon at the south gate upon her return. Simon was NEVER at that gate. The little snitch was probably out looking for her.
She’d originally been a scout at Hilltop. Trading her skills for safety within its walls. Until one of the men in the settlement tried to attack her one night while on wall duty. The assault was short and didn’t go the way he’d intended. A bloody nose and possibly shattered scrotum had him running to Gregory, complaining that she’d been the aggressor. Of course, the little weasel was going to believe him. She didn’t bother to stick around.
She’d been on her own for almost a year when a Sanctuary scout had found her, fevered, shivering, and starving in her tree-stand. At first, Negan hadn’t even noticed her. Which suited her fine. But when her skills had turned up some notable finds, and took down several rotters by herself, he did. Gregory almost shit himself when she returned with Negan on one of the weekly runs. Which amused the Sanctuary leader immensely and it had been the first time she’d laughed since leaving. Soon after, he promised her the comfortable life of a wife.
She told him to get bent.
He had been speechless. And turned on. And determined.
Returning to the moment, he blinked at her. “You don’t fucking respect me at fucking all do you?”
She shook her head, “I respect you when you deserve it. But I respect me first and I’m not afraid of you. And the second that changes, oh Mighty Negan, it ALL changes. Do you understand?”
He nodded. “I…” he sighed and came around to the front of the sofa, dropping Lucille on the table. “Did I not make it clear that you do not go on runs alone? Much less in the middle of the fucking night?” She was thrown off by his sudden shift in demeanor. His eyes looked strange to her without their standard gleam of dickish glee.
“Helltop was going to get there first if I didn’t. The time it would have taken to assemble a proper team, that place would have been gutted.” She rested back against the cushions, “Did you even see what I found? Medicine. Sealed fucking medicine babe!” She didn’t catch her slip until his eyes shifted again. It was something that could almost be called tenderness. “Besides, I brought you an offering.”
A pained grin split his handsome face, “I TOLD you that you don’t have to do that.” Suddenly he lunged forward, not to grab her throat but to wrap his arms tight around her. Not his standard, hey, let’s fuck, hug, but a clinging one. “Do you know what losing you would do to me?”
Shocked again, she could only drape her arms over his shoulders, “Negan, what is this?”
“I don’t fucking want you out there alone. I can’t fucking stand the thought of you not coming back to me.”
“Babe, I like scouting. I’m good at it. Hell, I’m great at it!” She pulled away to force him to raise his head and look at her. “You can’t expect me to sit here in a little black dress all the time doing fucking nothing. I told you that in the beginning.”
“I know, I KNOW!” His voice was becoming agitated. He released her and sat on the edge of the couch and ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair. “I just…”
“Just nothing, Negan, you can’t treat me like that.” She scooted back, putting a little space between them and letting the silence fill it. And when he seemed to have nothing more to offer in the moment, she reached for her book and rose to her feet.
“So, what now?” Negan’s voice had lost the rough edge. It was, she suspected, as close to his real voice as he had left. His voice from Before.
“I’m going to my room. If you want to see what I brought you, I suggest you come with.” She headed for the main door, pretending not to notice the roach-like scattering of wife shaped shadows as she approached the threshold.
They passed through the steel reinforced doors that led into the wing that had once been storage rooms and offices, now bedroom apartments for Negan, the wives, and his soldiers. A few, like hers and Simon’s, had bathrooms. Negan, however, had the only suite with a full bath.
If she stopped to think about it, she had Negan wrapped around her finger pretty much from the beginning. By the time she’d gotten to Sanctuary, she’d been through plenty. Prior to her experience at Hilltop, she’d escaped even worse monsters at an encampment called Terminus. By the time she had her first chance to defy Negan, she was truly not afraid to die. But he’d taken a shine to her instead.
That same shine was in his eyes when she spun to slam him back against her door as it closed. Wrapping her arms around the tall man’s shoulders, she rose on tiptoe to kiss him. She hated how he turned her on, no matter what state he was in. She wanted him from the moment he shouted her name, it didn’t even matter that he could have killed her.
He responded instantly and eagerly. Large hands holding the sides of her head still while he devoured her. “Do you know what you fucking do to me?” He growled.
She hummed against his lips, “Do you know that without the word “fuck” you have, like 15 words at your disposal?” She teased, squawking when he pushed off the door, forcing her back into the room towards her bed. The back of her knees hit the mattress, throwing her off balance and she dropped to the mattress with a plfump. Negan followed, dropping to his knees between her thighs. Her face back in his hands, he continued assaulting her with his mouth. “You know, the rest of the wives probably think that you’re murdering me.”
“When you’re screaming my name shortly, they might think a little differently,” he growled, tugging at his jacket and bandana.
“You’re gonna make me scream huh?” She ran her hands through his hair, letting her nails lightly graze his scalp. She watched his eyes half roll back in his head. It was one of his favorite sensations.
“Yeah,” he panted pushing up and reaching for her top to pull it over her head. “With permission, of course.”
She smiled, reaching to brush her hand over his swelling bulge. “Of course.” Kicking off her boots, she stood, enjoying the view of the mighty Negan on his knees, gazing up at her with desire and adoration. She unbuttoned and shimmied out of her jeans, and kicking them away before taking Negan’s hand to lead him between the sheets. She sighed as she was pressed fully against his lean body. His erection was hot against her stomach, landing with a meaty heft against her inner thigh when she thew her leg over his hip.
“Can’t wait to fuck you senseless.” His large hand sliding over her waist to grasp a handful of her ass.
“What are you waiting for?” A gasp escaped her throat when one of his long fingers slipped through her folds. She arched towards him, grasping his shoulder.
“Maybe fucking some sense into you would be better, “He teased, pushing inside her with a low moan. “That’s my girl. Let’s get you nice and wet for me.” Softening his touch, his fingers ghosted over her swelling clit making her writhe before him. “Tell me what you need,” he husked.
“Unnh, a little harder,” moaning when he obeyed. She reached, taking him in her hand, feeling the heavy velvet in her palm. “That’s it,” she began stroking the shaft.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the breathing of the lovers. He pumped his hips against her, slipping one finger back inside when she let out a gasp and rolled onto her back, opening her legs wider for him. “You getting close?”
Swallowing thickly, she nodded. “Yeah,” she admitted, “Fuck.”
“You want something more?” His lips caressed the shell of her ear, enjoying the way her body shuddered in response. Adding a second finger, he pushed deep inside until his palm met her body, pressing down on her clit at the same time, he stopped.
“Oh, fuck, Negan, please,” she tilted her hips then dug her heels into the mattress, bearing down on his hand. “Yes. More please.”
“What. Do. You. Want?” he growled.
“Your tongue.”
He purred and rolled closer to her side. “Yeah? You wanna cum on my tongue?” His fingers resumed their slow torture. “You want me to taste you?”
Launching up, she pressed her mouth to his, kissing him fiercely. “Stop wagging that thing and use it on me.”
His signature grin appeared while he pressed his shoulders between her thighs, his slippery tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. Strong hands held her thighs wide, he hummed against her, feeling her body tensing. “Good girl. That’s it,” he encouraged. “Cum for me.”
Her body eagerly obeyed him. All muscles tensing, she cried out as the waves rolled over her from her core. And while she was still trembling through the aftershocks, Negan pushed his stiff cock inside, grunting in pleasure when she clamped down around him. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah.” His hands slid over her stomach up to her breasts, covering and squeezing them until she moaned his name. “Look at you,” he rumbled, returning his hands to her hips. “So fucking perfect. Wrapped around this dick like it was made for you.”
“Maybe it was,” she teased, reaching for him, and pulling him in for another kiss.
Moaning loudly, he rolled them over. “Ride me. Just fucking ride me into the goddamn ground.”
“I think maybe it’s time for me to show you what I brought.”
He groaned unhappily, raising his head when she dismounted. “Are you fucking serious? We’re a little fucking BUSY.” He reached weakly for her as she reached down for her backpack. Growling in frustration, he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. “If I have to finish while you’re fucking around in that bag…” He grit his teeth, squeezing the leaking crown, “What’s so fucking important that you’re gonna stop mid-fucking fuck?” His voice was dropping in his frustration. “Woman…”
She let out a triumphant “Ah ha!” and hurried back to his side. His cock, still mostly at attention snapped back to full when she leaned in, sucking him in deep. He shouted in surprise. “I wanted to keep this in the package, so you didn’t think I just pulled this out of some rotting zombie asshole to use.” She tore at the packaging for the cylindrical object. In her other hand was another familiar looking package.
“You give me shit, but you’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” He watched her, “Are those batteries?” he asked incredulously.
“They are.” She wrestled the other thing out of its packaging.
“Baby, did you bring me a dildo?” He slid his cock through his fist, the tip still leaking and slick. “You think you’re gonna put that in MY asshole?” He was grinning in a manner that clearly answered his own question.
“Oh, fuck no,” she smiled, “Nothing going anywhere you don’t want.” She slid him into her mouth once more, “Do you trust me?”
His cock jerked as soon as she let it pop out of her mouth. “I do.” He wrapped his fist around the shaft, squeezing hard, “Getting kinda cold over here, though. You comin back any fucking time soon?” A faint buzz caught his attention. “Where you goin with that?” His voice was strained.
“Right here,” she gently touched the vibrator to the sensitive spot just beneath the crown of his cock.
Arching his back and squeezing the root of his cock hard, Negan shouted. Loud. Enough that she wondered if Simon would be busting down her door in a moment. When she pulled her hand away, he snatched at her wrist, pulling her back to him. He covered her hand with his, pushing the vibrator back to the pulsing head of his dick. “Oh fucking FUCK. This… unnnh,” his hips jerked, “Get back on this dick. Now.”
Letting Negan take the toy, she straddled him once more, easing his cock back inside her, moaning in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel good,” she purred. She let her head fall back, moving her hips back and forth. Looking down when she felt the cool press of the vibrator between her breasts.
“Turn this fucking thing up.” Once she did, he pressed it between them, contacting with her clit and his root. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned. “Ride it girl,” he commanded as the intensity rolled through them. “Fuck you’re fucking amazing. Ride it. Fucking ride it.”
Almost instantly, her rhythm began to falter, and she began jerking her hips, at the same time, clamping down on his throbbing cock. “N-Negan… I’m- I’m…”
“Yeah,” he grunted, his free hand gripping her thigh. “Oh FUCK!” He roared, pulsing hot and hard as she cried out, succumbing to her own orgasm.
“Fuck darlin, I’ve never cum so hard in my goddamn life.” He panted, taking a moment to turn off the vibrator and toss it aside. From where her arm rested over his stomach, she could feel the trembling aftershocks of his orgasm. She was still buzzing herself from the intensity of his cock filling her.
Not being capable of speech just yet, all she could do was hum in agreement.
He rolled over to face her, taking her face in his hand and kissing her softly. “Say what you fucking want darlin, I may not be your King, but you’re sure as hell my Queen.”