A/N: This was my first collaboration with the amazing writing team of weretheoneswhowrite. I can't say how proud I am of the part I played in this beautiful story and the friendships I made with some of the most talented writers in this fandom. I will be forever grateful to Miss J for inviting me amongst these rockstars. If you haven't read this in it's entirety then you need to reevaluate your life choices. Go check out this story and the rest of the other wonderful stories being put out by these all stars. So without further ado, my little contribution to the team.
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Room 2469 9th year: Celebrate - Like A Boss
9th year: 6th anniversary
Gift by year: Iron
My playlist: Say It First - Sam Smith
Come on baby, say it first
I need to hear you, say those words
If I'm all that you desire, I promise there'll be fire
I need to hear you, say it first
Come on baby
Do your worst
I know you'll take me higher
So come on darling
If you love me, say it first
God he never shuts up, Michonne thought as she half listened to the senior partner Negan expound on her many virtues while simultaneously giving himself every pat on the back for having the…
"Progressive foresight and vision for grasping this extraordinary woman from the depths of obscurity…"
Obscurity? I was Magna cum laude and the youngest editor and the first Black Woman President for the Harvard Law Review, Michonne could barely restrain her eye roll and maintained the polite smile frozen in place for just such occasions. All eyes were on her after all. She wouldn't want to show her enormous disdain for the man at her very own announcement dinner. All of her hard work and Rick's unending support got her to where she was right now. Not this self-righteous prick with his self-satisfied smirk and stupid off-color jokes who practically begged her to join the firm. Offering her an insane relocation package and sweetening her signing bonus to the ridiculous point of "Damn, that's a shitload of money, you better take that job". Not that the money was her driving force. Michonne loved the law. She loved the reasoning basis of justice and the thrill of the fight. Negan was actually lucky that he was working for a firm that had such a stellar reputation and was on the right side of history with a prestigious amount of wins litigated for some very high profile wrongful death suits.
"Without her assistance in the hard-won fight against the …"
Assistance… if this pompous ass don't take a seat… I was LEAD counsel on that case, Michonne was just about to lose the veneer of grace as she listened to this man take credit for most of her accomplishments when,
"Why the hell is he still talking," she felt Rick's whisper against her ear as she felt him caress her exposed shoulder, "and why is he talking about all the cases YOU won like they're his victories?"
"Oh baby, you made it," she let out a relieved sigh. She was so wrapped up in listening to Negan drone on that she hadn't realized that the empty seat next to her became occupied with her husband. Proof positive that the repellant man's speech "honoring" her at this, the pinnacle of her career to date, was having a negative effect on her state of mind. Whenever Rick was within 5 feet of her she would normally feel his presence. She didn't know if it was remnants of instinctual scent recognition bred from centuries of mate pheromone detection or that she was just that tuned into her husband's presence. She suspected the latter. Ever since first setting eyes on each other nearly 9 years ago they had been drawn to each other like magnets. Even when he pissed her off with his assumptions, way back when he thought she and Aaron were a thing, she still had to be near him… even if it was to take him down a peg or three. She smiled at the recollection as she saw Aaron and Sasha a few tables away from them. Sasha was barely holding in her contempt for the long-winded speech making, her eyes nearly rolling out of her head with every accomplishment Negan had embellished to make sure he had some positive part in Michonne's success. Aaron, clearly on his third highball, didn't even bother holding in his scoffs.
Rick smirked as he realized he wasn't the only proud member of Michonne's inner circle there to celebrate his Princess' rise to Queendom in her firm. The stature well deserved from her hard work, a test of both her business and personal acumen. This man was riling him up with his blustering but he knew it would soon be blessedly over and then they could really celebrate. Not only her becoming the youngest partner in the firm's history, but equally important, the celebration of the day she did him the great honor of becoming his partner. For better or worse, richer or poorer, till the end of the world. His partner for life.
A celebration he had been preparing for for the better part of the last two months. From convincing Aaron to convince this asshole to hold the annual Partners retreat at their hotel, to many phone calls to the designer of Michonne's special gift, to successfully deterring his wife's inquisitive nature from getting the better of her and ruining the surprises he had in store for her… for them. Luckily his excuse of having to "wrap up some loose ends at the precinct" was plausible since they both were officers of the law and "I'm running late…" was the start of more than a few phone calls in their hectic lives. Especially now that they were working parents, "this one's gonna be quick, hard and dirty… that alright with you?" had also become a part of their repertoire. But not tonight, Rick thought with a small smile as he continued to caress his wife bare shoulder.
"Of course, I made it Princess," Rick leaned in and gave her a light kiss on her sweet smelling neck in greeting, "I may have broken a few laws to get here…" another light kiss and slight lick from his tongue, she really smelled too good not to have a little taste, "but good thing I know an amazing lawyer," he ended his mild assault on her neck by adding a small bit of suction on the sweetest part behind her neck.
"Mmmm… baby, all eyes on us right now," Michonne quietly moaned and tried to keep the sanguine look on her face as she felt the air hit the moisture he had left on the side of her neck sending tingles up her spine and straight down to her core. Regretting having to make him stop, she was still very cognizant of the full room they were in. It just wouldn't look right if all of the principal partners and their frigid wives watched her melt into a puddle of her own juices, as Rick's mere touches were wont to do, right before her acceptance speech. She was known for always having her shit together in front of these people. Having to work twice as hard and be four times as smart to justify her place at the head table. As much as she needed his tongue on her neck, as well as other very important places on her body, there would be time enough for all of that later.
"You look too beautiful not to taste baby," Rick whispered, "Buuuut you're right. You're the boss tonight," giving her a waist squeeze before taking a look at his perfectly cooked steak.
"I'm the boss, hmm?" Michonne smirked slyly, "I like the sound of that."
"I knew you would," Rick replied with a sexy side glance and cut a sizeable piece of the juicy meat. Little do you know baby, as he savored a succulent piece while thinking about what he hoped to be savoring later. And savor it he would, as he couldn't keep his hands from caressing every exposed bit of skin he could spy on his wife. He'd only seen her dress in it's garment bag at home when he ventured a peek before she left a couple of days prior for the retreat. Every year he thought she outdid herself with the signature red outfit to commemorate the occasion of their anniversary but this year … shit, he hadn't even seen it on her yet. From the fitted sleeveless bodice with plunging neckline to the flowing panels of the long skirt and GOTDAMNIT… THAT SLIT that seemed to go straight up to heaven itself. Lord that high slit guaranteed hours of fun playtime and almost made Michonne late as Rick played one of his "Quick and dirty" cards that morning sending Michonne into her waiting car with a satisfied smile and slightly bow legged walk to match her husband's.
His hand had found her knee under his newest beloved slit and was making a ticklish pathway to his most cherished actual slit as they both tried to continue the farce of listening to the never-ending speech. "C'mon Boss," his gravelly whisper in her ear as he felt her thighs try to impede his progress by slowly closing on his travelling hand, "Open up for me just a little bit. Let me play… just a little," Michonne's thighs had a mind of their own as she felt them open up seemingly of their own volition. "That's it. Just a little bit more…" his thumb had found its destination and slid her thong to the side and ran down her already moist soft outer lips, "Yeah, that's it … I just want a little time before …" his thumb got to the hood of her slowly engorging clit and simply pressed, "you're the Boss. All. Night. Long," his thumb accentuating each point with a pressured circle on her bundle of nerves getting wetter and more swollen by the second.
Michonne could barely suppress a moan as she stared straight ahead, "Boss? All night long," She breathed out as quietly as she could.
"All. Night. Long," he continued his circular savagery. He wanted so bad to let his other fingers do the rest of the talking for him but now that Rick had her primed and ready with a hint of where their night was headed he didn't realize how much of an effect it would have on him. He was already half way hard the moment he walked in and saw his wife in all her resplendent red glory. But now, it was lucky there was a long table cloth hiding his now fully tented suit pants. He had been wound so tight in preparation for tonight that if he stuck even one digit into her warm canal, he would be in danger of exploding right at the table.
"They say excellence is forged at the crossroads of ingenuity and execution and we, gentlemen and wonderful little ladies have reached that crossroads with my beautiful protégé Mrs. Michonne Grimes," Negan did a sweeping gesture to finally bring Michonne to the podium. Rick immediately slid his fingers from their warm happy place in one smooth motion as Michonne stood with as much composure as a woman with a soaked thong could muster. Rick had to give it to her though, he had felt her starting to rhythmically push her hot center closer towards his index finger, she made her way to the podium with all the sleek grace of panther stalking her prey. He thought he could hear an almost audible "Whoa" ripple around various parts of the room as all eyes bore witness to the sleek goddess that was his sexy wife. If he was the jealous type… correction, if he was still the jealous type of man he would have let his insecurities overtake him like he had a couple years ago, grabbed that long table cloth, wrapped her up from head to toe, and flung her over his shoulder caveman style, hollering: "she's mine". He had already spied Mike at another distant table clearly wrapped up in his date for the evening, and he already knew he had nothing to worry about from him. He didn't need any of those kinds of histrionics though. He knew who Michonne called home.
"Thank you, Negan for that magnanimous introduction," Michonne started her speech receiving some well-deserved chuckles throughout the small crowd, "Even though there were many steps to climb to get to this point, I would be remiss without first giving thanks where they are truly deserved to my wonderful, supportive husband. Without him those long hours of leading the charge in so many of the various trials we have, all together, worked on, would not have been possible for me."
That's my girl, Rick thought as he listened to Michonne give credit, where credit was due without diminishing anyone, herself included, for her meteoric rise within the firm. Show 'em how it's done babe, as he looked on with pride shining through his crystal blue eyes. As she continued, he returned his attention to his steak, but not before he stuck his still moist thumb in his mouth to get every trace of her arousal from the invading digit.
"She is remarkable, our Michonne," Negan had sat back in his seat which was unfortunately on Rick's other side, "Almost as remarkable as that steak you seem to be enjoying." Rick didn't bother to disguise his sneer and was moments away from saying something equally vile when he realized that people were standing to applaud Michonne's end to her perfectly timed speech. He stood along with everyone else and heartily clapped for his wife with his back firmly turned away from the great offender. As he watched her work the crowd of well-wishers before making her way back to him, Rick was calculating the most appropriate time for them to slip away unnoticed. I'm giving her 45 minutes, that should be more than enough time, he thought as he looked for Aaron to put the rest of his plan in motion.
Exactly 43 minutes later, Michonne felt a tap on her shoulder. She had done her best to speak to the major principles of her firm and even managed to share a commiserating toast with Sasha whilst looking around the room for her husband who she lost in the small crowd. Just as she was about to make a beeline back to their seats, Aaron, trusty as ever, followed his instructions to a tee and handed Michonne a small red envelope embossed with her name on it.
"Oh Aaron, this is so sweet," she exclaimed, "You're always so thoughtful."
"That's not from me," Aaron said with a mysterious wink, "I'm just the messenger," backing away as he grabbed Sasha for a spin on the dance floor. Michonne shook her head bemusedly and turned her attention back to the mysterious envelope. She broke the wax seal that had a "G" stamped on it and her smile grew as she knew exactly what the G in Grimes stood for. She pulled out the cream heavy stock card and swiftly made her way to the exit after reading two simple words written in the very familiar scrawl.
I'm Waiting.
"Well hot diggity dog Michonne, it looks like we've got us a proper balls to the wall shindig," Negan was stopped mid-drunken slur by Michonne's upheld hand as he made a shimmy lean toward her in hopes of getting her to "boogy woogy" with him.
Nope, not today Satan. Not today, Michonne had somewhere to be and she had had enough of this man's blustering underlying chauvinism for one night, "Negan, I think Morgan was looking for you." Negan's eyes went wide and immediately straightened his tie upon hearing that the most senior partner was possibly looking to engage him in conversation. The moment he looked around to his right, Michonne dipped to the left and made her way through the room and smoothly exited.
He was waiting.
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Roses, with an underlying hint of… CHOCOLATE. As Michonne stood outside the door with the number 2469 in bold writing at the top center trying to calm her tumultuous core, she smelled the familiar scents permeating through the heavy door. She could only imagine the amount of flowers and decadent treat it took to make the enticing aroma leak through but knowing her husband she wouldn't be surprised if she walked into room with a chocolate waterfall and veritable bushes of roses growing out of the plush carpet. Rick was always so good at romantic surprises. Never letting her forget that even though she may be a hard core, demanding attorney, she was still a woman. A sexy, loving woman who loved to be cherished and grand romantic gestures were always welcome surprises that never diminished her view of him as the man in her life. Ten times out of ten, she showed him just how much of a man she thought he was as she screamed his name as she wrapped her loving thighs around him, clenching around his very real manhood.
Times like right now, as she looked at the card again. "I'm waiting". She could almost hear his raspy voice in her ear and she ruined her thong panties just a little more with a small gush of wetness.
"Well wait no more," she whispered to the door as she inserted the hotel card into its slot to release the lock. She was almost right as she walked into the suite that was filled with every assortment of roses she could imagine. From the always classic deep red roses to the rare deep purple Amethyst star roses, to pink Parfait Roses… even pure white Venus roses. All set around the outer room of the suite leading to the center stage of a single table adorned with a chocolate fountain and a vase with a single rare Black Jade rose on the edge of bloom. Rick had thought of everything, and she could only wonder at the detective skills he honed trying to find such a rare variety that was the exact replica to the very rose that was forever inked over his heart. As she stepped closer in a dreamlike state she realized that every light was covered with sheer red scarves so everything had a warm glow. Rick's eye for detail was unparalleled, she thought as she approached the table to see that it was also occupied by two platters. One with the truffles she loved that she remembered from their honeymoon and the other with fresh ripe strawberries. Some already dipped in chocolate and waiting to be bitten into and others in a tantalizing pile waiting to be dipped into the bubbling fountain of creamy chocolate. Also on the table was a black rectangular gift box wrapped with a satin red ribbon. She ran her hand over the smooth finish of the box, letting her imagination run its course. Necklace? Diamond necklace? Too small for lingerie but too big for a bracelet … who better to ask than the gift giver himself as she smirked and made her way to the bedroom.
She didn't need to guess which room of the 2 bedroom suite he was waiting in. It was always the one with the floor to ceiling windows and the best view. A view she appreciated many times since every year of their anniversary. A view she recalled not even seeing that one time he had her pressed against those very same windows, breasts and her face pleasantly squashed against the glass as he pressed himself into her from behind, hands intertwined and splayed against the cool surface. Their favorite room, where she now found him in nothing but his black boxer briefs sitting upright against the many plump pillows, one leg crooked under the other outstretched one in the middle of the king size bed with just his large erection to keep him company. An erection that he was slowly stroking like his favorite pet as he watched his wife enter the room under hooded lust filled eyes.
"Sorry to keep you waiting love," Michonne said quietly, with her smooth lowered voice. She bit her bottom lip as she watched his hand move slowly over his bulge.
"S'alright baby," Rick drawled, never letting up on his steady manipulation of his steel hard cock, "Tonight's your night."
She licked her lips, "Oh right, because I'm the boss tonight, right?"
"That's right," he replied, still softly stroking, "You're the boss… tonight. I see you haven't opened your present yet." Rick finally paused in his cock stroke as the anticipation of seeing her grasping onto her present was driving him to distraction. It just wouldn't do to have him blow his impending load before the games began.
"You're right," she said practically forgetting the box she was unconsciously stroking in time to his own. She slowly pulled the satin ribbon as she walked towards the side of the bed. Rick didn't move from his position in the middle of the bed afraid that the friction from the fabric of his underwear from even the slightest movement would cause an explosion. He watched her sit by his outstretched leg facing him as she peered into the open box. A range of emotions from confused to acute awareness to finally full blown sexy lust ran the gamut across her face. Her index finger ran across the four large iron links, each engraved with a different word. "Property" "Of" "Michonne" "Grimes" The links connecting two black fur lined red leather cuffs, each with their own word etched in black and a stitched silhouette of a woman's body in repose underneath. "BOSS" "LADY"
"Hmmm. Is this a gift for me… or for you," she finally looked up into her husband's eyes that had now darkened to the color of a stormy sea.
"It's for whoever you say it's for," he bit his bottom lip, "Because…"
"I'm the boss," she said as she gingerly took out the cuffs, "Well I guess my first action as boss," she swiftly straddled him, slowly grinding onto his woefully covered cock, "is to take charge." She took both of his hands and brought them above his head and almost chuckled to herself as this was a signature Rick Grimes move. Once they were above his head she proceeded to place each one into a cuff while Rick took advantage of that lovely v-neck exposing the skin between her breasts, giving it a long, slow lick.
"Ah ah ahhh… you got enough play time downstairs Mr. Grimes," she remonstrated him as she crawled backwards away from his hot tongue, "As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to have to give my first reprimand."
This was exactly what he'd been waiting for since he'd started his research on the perfect gift for his newly anointed queen. He couldn't wait to see where she would take this. Not that their sex life was boring but even hot as fuck quickies couldn't quench the more adventurous thirst he knew they both had.
His queen in red turned slowly around and unzipped her dress, letting it fall with a whisper of sound to the floor. The tightness of the bodice left her without the need for a bra so she stood in the puddle of fabric with just her soaked panties. Panties that got more moist to the point of translucency as she felt Rick's steely gaze slide down her body.
"Reprimand? Is that so," he teased back.
"Yes. For the job you left unfinished," she slid her hand down between her breasts and slowly made the trip past her navel, and then to the lacy waistline of the thin material, "Looks like I'm just going to have to finish it myself," and dipped her hand into the front and found her swollen wet clit. She raised her other hand to her mouth and put her index finger in her mouth and gave it a slow lick. "Mmm… yeah, it feels like I'm definitely going to have make you watch..."
There was nary a peep of argument from him as she brought her moistened finger to her left nipple and made soft wet circles around the hardening nub, matching the circles with her other occupied hand on her engorged button.
"Fuck baby," Rick did NOT think this punishment fit the crime as he watched his wife pleasure herself right in front of his face. He could almost smell her over the chocolate and flowers and watched as a tasty looking bit of nectar escaped her and ran tantalizing down her leg. "I… I can finish my job."
Michonne did another turn to give Rick the perfect view of her phenomenal ass barely covered by the thin red material between the cheeks. He gave a loud groan as she hooked her fingers onto the sides and slowly bent bringing the sopping bit of cloth to the ground. He caught a glimpse of the pinkness between her thighs and brought his cuffed hands down from their elevated position and did his best as he could to draw out his hard, pulsing cock from his briefs. He was mid-shimmy to get them off when she turned and lifted an eyebrow.
"Mm, no I don't think you deserve to finish the job that way," she murmured as she sashayed to the end of the bed and spread his legs akimbo towards each corner of the bed, effectively halting his underwear removal process and leaving the top half of his dick exposed to all kinds of fresh frictionless air. Rick was beginning to rethink his life choices as he watched her slow approach, coyly keeping her hips up and away from his straining manhood. It's like it sniffed it's home and was being denied out in the cold harsh outdoors. She placed her hands on each side of his hips and pulled in a gesture to make him lay straight down. Which he did hastily, perfectly understanding what he thought was coming.
"No… I think the boss deserves a little playtime herself," she continued her slow crawl until her pussy was now hovering above his face and he had a full view of her pink dripping canal. She did a slow wind above him, just out of his reach as she had maneuvered his hands back over his head and used the top of her knees to hold them in place.
Michonne was a mean boss, Rick decided as he watched her vulva undulate over him surrounding his entire being with her scent. Her pink bud showing its head from under its hood looking like a chocolate dipped strawberry… and chocolate dipped strawberries were Rick's favorite kind of strawberry. Hell he had a whole damn platter of them just waiting outside this very room. If she would just… dip her hip… just a little… closer…
"Oh baby, do you see what you did to me," Michonne moaned as she relinquished one his hands only to torture him further by making him watch as she she dipped two fingers into pulsing canal. He gave a deep growl as he watched and heard the obscene wet sounds as they moved in and out of her.
"Boss,if you don't sit on my face right the fuck now," Rick said through clenched teeth, "I'm asking so very nicely."
Michonne couldn't take anymore reprimanding herself as her fingers were grazing that deep spot within her and she wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on her. She acquiesced and lowered her throbbing center to his mouth. Rick needed no other guidance. Hell he didn't even need his hands that were still being held captured by his wife's toned thighs. He immediately went for his tasty strawberry and gave it his own special attention. After a few firm licks he got down to the business of using his plump pink lips and gave her clit a nice long sloppy suck.
"Chriiiiissst, Rick," was all Michonne could gasp out as she sat fully straight up to push her clit further into his mouth. Thankful for the release, his hands found her breasts and used his thumbs to strum each nipple as she ground down into his face. He was nearly breathless and his beard was now a sticky viscous mess as he moved his tongue savagely from her clit to her dripping entrance. She began a mild bounce as he used his tongue to do what his turgid cock wanted to do, tunneling into her pussy like a runaway train. His hips were pumping upward into… nothing but air but his dick didn't seem to care with pre-cum dribbling fast from its head.
"Fuck baby, I … need… I neeeeeeeddd…"
"What do you need baby," his mumbled response vibrating through her.
"I … need … your cock," she lifted her body up quickly and Rick didn't need her to say anymore. He brought his hand cuffed hands that had just enough give for him to grab her tiny waist and slam her down on his upright steel rod.
"Daaaaammmmnn," he was finally home. He pumped her hard and fast on his dick while she leaned forward to leave a scratch trail from her red nails on his chest. "It.. is .. yours" he met each word with a rough thrust, "My cock … is yours… baby. You're the boss of this cock!"
"Oh my god… Riiiicckk, " she screamed, "Mmmm… say it again!" Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, ready to explode.
He had no idea how he did it but one of his hands popped free from its restraint. He vaguely made a mental note to email the manufacturer about the quality of his gift, but once he was free he grabbed a handful of his wife's beautiful locs and pulled her head back roughly, exposing her neck. He gave it a light bite as he continued his assault on her pussy. He then moved his hand to her neck and brought her face close to his.
Staring deep into her coffee eyes he brought her down hard with his other hand, "My… cock… is yours."
"You. Are. The. Boss. Of this. Cock," he watched as she began to lose all semblance of control and her face beautifully contorted in ecstasy. He was right there with her as he bit his bottom lip. "You. Feel. Me." He had to make her scream just one more time probably letting the whole hotel know that she was indeed the fucking queen he always knew she was, "You feel your cock baby?"
"God yes, Rick , I feel it, "she screamed, her hands searching for purchase in his sweaty unruly curls.
"What do you feel baby? Tell me what do you feel?" he was about to release the mother of all loads but not before….
"MY COCK! I FEEL IT BABY! I'M THE BOSS OF THIS COOOOOOCC…" Michonne couldn't finish her sentence much less her thought as her vision blurred and she began to see stars. She began to twitch in her throes of passion and Rick had to hold on for dear life as he felt the powerful surge of his release deep inside her. She collapsed backwards bringing him toppling over her still inside her pulsing the remains of his load into her. With every jerk of his cock her body answered with a responding clench around him.
"Fuuucckk... baby," he panted out of breath, "that was…. I don't even know what to call that,'' as he buried his face into the crook of her neck licking at the same sweet smelling spot now lathered in a sheen of sweat. "How do you feel, baby?"
After a few gulps of air to catch her breath Michonne gave a long sigh, "It feels good to be the boss."
The End
