Chapter 2

"Dwight says He's in a mood today." Sherry warned Andrea as she came into the wives' den at a quick pace.

"Isn't he always?" Andrea chuckled, while wondering what set him off this time.

"Well, the last time he was this pissed, was when some outside group blew up his buddies." Sherry stated ominously.

"I remember that. I wonder what could have happened now." Andrea shuddered as she recalled Negan's anger weeks back.

"Good morning, Ladies … Andrea, want to have breakfast?" Amy asked coming into the room and sitting on the arm rest beside Andrea.

"Andrea, my room … NOW!" Negan shouted from the hallway, startling all the women in the room.

Amy, took hold of Andrea's hand tightly, feeling scared for her. Andrea for her part, tried to smile and appease Amy. She tried hard, to not let her own fear show.

"He sounds very angry, Andrea." Amy said worriedly.

"Calm down, Sweetie. I'm sure it's no big deal." Andrea told her with a smile. "Gotta go tame the beast." She tried to joke, and left the room quickly.

If he was as upset as the last time, it wouldn't help matters for her to keep him waiting. Amy … For Amy … her mind chanted. She'd endure whatever he lashed out at her, for Amy's sake. When she reached his open door, she timidly looked inside but didn't immediately see him. She walked in slowly, and gasped when he shut the door behind her. He was standing against the wall, which explained why she hadn't seen him when she peered inside.

She found herself walking backwards, as he took very deliberate steps towards her. He was angry alright, fuming by the looks of it. She tried to look around the room, not really knowing why, but mainly to avoid the hate in his eyes as he neared her.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked her menacingly.

He took hold of her chin and making her look him in the eyes momentarily, then she cast her eyes downward again.

"No-nothing." She answered and tried to smile, but it was entirely unconvincing.

"You looking anywhere but at me … Am I frightening you that badly?" He sneered, causing her to turn her own accusatory eyes to his.

"Are you trying to frighten me? Is that what will get you off this time?" She asked daringly, refusing to give into her growing fear.

He stared at her, his anger still firmly in place. She watched a menacing smile begin to form and she knew she should have probably stayed quiet.

"You really shouldn't have said that, Wife! I get off on your fear every time, but maybe this time I'll get off on your pain." He told her harshly, before tossing her on the bed and pulling his belt off. "I hear some women get off on pain, too. Are you one of them, Wife?" He taunted as he unbuttoned his pants and kneeled on the bed in front of her before whipping the belt against the mattress like it was practice.

Andrea watched from her spot against the head board, as he removed his jacket and then his shirt. Truth be told, she had been into BDSM years ago and she enjoyed it. A belt wouldn't exactly be something new to her, and she wondered if she'd enjoy it now like she did before. She thought about admitting that just to shut him up. But then, she realized he clearly needed to feel in control and intimidating for a reason, so she opted to play the terrified girl.

He stood before her on the bed and removed his pants next, keeping his eyes on hers. She didn't dare break eye contact though, still letting him believe she as petrified. She saw him smile and knew she'd been right to play this card. He believed her façade and it appeared to be just what he needed.

"Stand up, Wife. Take off the dress." He commanded and even though she knew this wasn't like the scenes she'd partaken in years before, the tenor of his voice caused a flutter of anticipation in her belly.

She complied with his demand, moving slowly, as if she was unsure or scared. She saw he was eating it up, so she was smiling inside at her ability to play him. Just as she'd unzipped her black dress and removed it from her shoulders, he pulled her to him.

He began kissing her and using his hands to push the dress down her waist. Then, he grabbed handfuls of her behind, before pushing it all the way off. He nudged her up against the wall of the bed's head board, using his own body, and worked her bra off. Suddenly, he pulled himself away from her and hopped off the bed. She was breathing hard and watched as he nodded for her to join him where he stood. She followed his unspoken request, and he pulled her down to stand in front of himself. Lastly, he turned her to face the bed and bent her over the bedside.

"Let's find out if you're one of those women, Wife." He whispered in her ear, leaning over her as he caressed her behind and pulling her panties off.

Suddenly, a loud slapping sound was heard, she felt the hot painful sting on her ass, and her eyes fell closed. It had been years since she'd last been in this position. She had endured more pain than this and kept quiet back then. Still, she let out a yelp, knowing that's what Negan would want.

"Was that too hard, Wife?" He asked with a sarcastic laugh, but she didn't answer him.

He let loose another slap of the belt against her back side, and again she released another cry of pain. This time, he chuckled at her sound and rubbed his hand on the area he'd just hit. He probably had no idea what after-care was, but his hand felt amazing and soothing. She felt his hardness press against her behind, as he leaned his body over her to speak into her ear, and was unprepared for how it turned her on.

"Tell me, Wife – Was this too painful? Cause, I gotta tell you - I'm quite enjoying myself and I don't want to stop." He told her, probably thinking she would beg him to stop, instead of begging him to continue like her body wanted.

"N - no." She stuttered out, still playing the part of the scared woman, and he chuckled in her ear.

The rasp of his voice and the warmth of his breath was adding to her desire, so she squirmed underneath him. Naturally, he misinterpreted her actions, believing she was trying to get away.

"Ah-uh… no moving, Wife." He chanted. "No, what? No, it wasn't too painful or no, you don't want me to continue?" He questioned as he moved his hardened member against her cheeks, making her almost delirious with want.

Before she could answer him, the belt came down on her other ass unexpectedly. She was unable to hold in her moan, and he pulled off her in an instant. Without a word, he slid his fingers between her legs and realized what she'd been trying to hide from him.

"Oh, ho … well then ..." He chuckled. "You are one of those women after all." He said before slamming the belt against her again, making her smile through the pain.

A/N: Andrea seems to be attracted by dangerous men ... why not Negan?