Sarah had hung around Negan's headquarters, hoping to be invited inside, but after thirty minutes she'd given up, heading for the communal showers.
She'd hated showering, hated washing Negan's scent from her skin. Halfway through rinsing her hair, Joan from the kitchen had joined her, and they'd made small talk, mostly Joan fishing for information about the new group. Sarah had told her as little as possible, then left, making her way back to her room in just a towel whilst giving creepy Dave the middle finger as he catcalled her in the hall.
"Hey, the hell are you doing walking the halls like that?" Simon raises an eyebrow.
"I forgot to take clean clothes with me."
"Well, don't make a habit out of that. Negan would flip his damn lid if he saw you walking around the Sanctuary like that," he warns her.
"I'm sure he would." She smiles, before opening her bedroom door.
Sarah closes the door behind her and drops her towel to the floor. She rifles through her closet and finds a pair of grey jeans and a white vest, along with a pair of plain white, cotton panties.
She takes the packet of pills Carson had given her, and drops one into the sink, her stomach feeling sickly as she watches it fall down the plughole. Of all the shitty things she's done, Sarah figures this isn't the worst, and yet it feels the worst.
Tucking her knife into her belt, she heads back out the door, refusing to spend the rest of the day dwelling alone in her room.
Halfway down the hall, and she regrets her decision instantly as she walks past Negan's headquarters, slowing to a stop as she glances at Sherry lounging on a sofa with a glass in her hand.
"Problem?" Sherry frowns, taking a sip from her glass.
Sarah leans against the doorframe. "I don't have a problem, Sherry. Maybe you should cut down on that." She gestures towards the glass in Sherry's hand. "It's making you paranoid."
Sherry gets up from the sofa, knocking back the rest of her drink. "Why don't you just mind your own business?"
"I would, but you keep making it mine." Sarah shrugs.
Sherry raises an eyebrow, then let's out a long, drawn out laugh. "Oh, you finally got what you wanted, didn't you?"
"That's none of your business."
"He'll never be what you want him to be. He is what he is.. and sooner or later, you're gonna realise it," Sherry warns her, and if Sarah didn't hate her guts, she'd almost sound sincere.
"I don't really care what you think, Sherry." Sarah turns to leave.
"Well, don't say i didn't warn you. If you think Negan's gonna fall in love with you and leave his wives, then you're gonna be sorely disappointed. He'll have some fun with you, that's for sure. But the novelty will wear off, and he'll have one of his wives in his bed this time tomorrow."
Sarah claws at the doorframe, clenching her jaw. "Fuck you, Sherry."
"Negan will," she giggles. Sarah spins round so fast, Sherry jumps a little, but she stands her ground. "Go on, you think i don't know how to handle myself?"
"Oh, i know you don't, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Sherry, just stop it," Amber whispers.
"Why? It's fun, seeing how much it winds her up." Sherry smiles. "I wonder if Negan will be thinking of you the next time i'm riding his dick, which should be real soon."
Sarah rocks her head back before bringing it forward, her forehead smacking Sherry full force in the nose. Amber shrieks at the sickening crunch Sherry's nose makes when it breaks, blood splattering over Sherry's chest.
"The hell?! You broke my nose you stupid bitch!" Sherry gurgles before lunging at Sarah, knocking her to the ground and dropping her glass in the process.
Sarah quickly rolls Sherry off her. Moments away from clawing at Sherry's face and probably blinding her in the process, she feels a hand tug at her hair, pulling her backwards.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Negan yells, dragging Sarah to her feet.
"That little psycho bitch broke my nose!" Sherry yells, blood dripping down her fingers.
"She started it!" Sarah spits, going to rush forward, forgetting that Negan still has a handful of her hair wrapped around his fist. "Ow!"
"That's enough!" Negan shouts, pulling her back. He releases his grip on Sarah's hair, turning her to face him. "Go wait for me in my room."
"But she-"
"Now!" Negan yells, his eyes filled with fury. He watches her drop her head, walking sheepishly to his room. "Jesus Christ, Sherry." Negan kneels down in front of her, offering his hand. Sherry takes it reluctantly, her other hand cupped beneath her nose as blood drips upon it.
"You need to keep that little pitbull of yours on a leash."
"That's enough. If you hadn't wound her up, this wouldn't have happened."
"It doesn't take much. You're supposed to keep us safe."
"I do keep you fucking safe."
"Really?" Sherry says sarcastically.
"Like i said, you shouldn't wind her up."
"That's not the point. She's dangerous, Negan, and you know it, in fact, i think that's what you like about her."
"You jealous?" Negan smirks.
"No, i couldn't care less. But one of these days, you're gonna regret not nipping her psychotic tendencies in the bud.. let's just hope i'm not on the receiving end when that happens," Sherrys says.
"Look, i'll have a fucking word with her, okay?"
"Whatever." She shrugs.
"Amber, will you take Sherry to see Carson?"
Amber nods, wrapping an arm around Sherry's waist.
Negan exhales deeply, running a hand over his beard before he turns and heads towards his room. Sarah waits for him, sitting on the sofa, her head lifting and her face appearing as if butter wouldn't melt.
"The fuck was that all about?" Negan frowns, closing the door behind him.
Sarah gets up from the sofa. "She was baiting me."
"Well you'd better fucking learn not to take the bait so easily, otherwise you're gonna quickly become a real pain in my ass, and that's the last thing i fucking need."
"I'm sorry," Sarah pouts.
"No, you're fucking not. You can't do shit like that. Sherry is my wife, whether you like it or not." Sarah clenches her jaw, turning to face the window. "Hey! Cut that shit out." Negan steps closer, placing his fingers beneath her chin and turning her to face him. He shakes his head, taking a step back. "Fuck this shit. This isn't gonna work."
"What?" Sarah whispers. "What do you mean?"
"Us, it's just not gonna fucking work."
"Wait, don't say that.. i'm sorry." Sarah drops to her knees in front of him. Negan swallows thickly as he notices she isn't wearing a bra. "I'll be good, i promise."
As he looks down at Sarah, her sweet little face looking up at him, a look that tells him she'd do anything to prove just how sorry she is, he knows he's fucked. If he doesn't put a stop to it now, if he relents, then she'll probably be the death of him, or vice versa. Negan clenches his jaw, turning away from her. But as he feels her fingers curling around the back of his thigh, he can't deny the shiver it sends straight to his cock. "Sarah-"
"Please, i'll show you how sorry i am.. i'll do anything," she purrs seductively, knowing full well the effect she's having on him as she eyes his growing bulge.
"Get up," he growls lowly.
"But i-"
"Dont make me ask again." Sarah obeys, looking up at him cautiously. "Take those off." Negan gestures to her jeans. She takes off her belt and pulls them down, her legs shaking slightly.
"What do you wan-"
"Palms down on the drawers," Negan interrupts coldly.
Sarah walks over to a set of low drawers opposite the bed, resting her hands against it. She hears him stepping closer, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh as he trails his fingers down the back of her vest. Negan tucks his fingers into her panties and pulls them down her thighs until they drop to the floor, stifling a groan as he gazes down at her ass. Sarah inhales sharply as she hears the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and her pussy instantly feels thick and hot. She suddenly wishes she were still wearing her panties, then at least she would feel something other than cool air against her heat.
With no warning, she feels the sting of leather against her ass, her knees knocking against the drawers as she loses her footing for a moment.
"Keep those palms down," Negan orders. Sarah nods in reply, not daring to speak. "I want you to count, okay?" She nods, then winces as he snaps the belt against her ass. "I ask you a damn question, you answer."
"Yes," she whispers breathlessly.
"Good, and don't go missing a count, or we'll start again, understand?"
"Yes."
It's the sound that instantly does it for her, she'd always found it somewhat erotic. Then comes the sweet sting, added with the satisfaction that it's Negan dishing it out, and she struggles not to moan, unsure whether he'll appreciate the fact that she's very much enjoying it. In fact, she's enjoying it so much, she almost forgets to count. "One."
He brings down the belt again, Sarah clawing at the wooden drawer top as she bites on her lip. "Two." The next one is harder. "Three!" She winces.
Negan runs a hand over his crotch, his cock rubbing uncomfortably against his pants.
The next hurts the most, as he brings the belt down on her other ass cheek unexpectedly, Sarah wincing loudly. "Four!"
Negan bites on his lip, his eyes dark with lust as he brings down the belt once more, his cock twitching as she whimpers, her legs tensing as she no doubt anticipates another. But he drops the belt, admiring his work.
"Ah!" Sarah whimpers as he strokes the welts on her ass.
"That's a good girl." Negan pulls her vest up over her head and tosses it to the floor. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he slides his hand between her thighs, chuckling lightly. "Look at that, you dirty little girl. You're wet as fuck.. did you enjoy that?"
"Yes." Sarah rolls her hips against his hand, moaning lightly as his fingers circle her clit.
"You wasn't supposed to like it." Negan slips a finger inside her, massaging her inner walls. "It was supposed to hurt.. so you'd learn a fucking lesson." He leans forward, brushing his lips against her ear.
"It did hurt," she whispers breathlessly. "But i liked it." Sarah rubs her ass against his cock, and though it hurts, what with her being tender, she likes it very much. She groans at the sound of his zipper being pulled down.
"I hope you're gonna be a good girl, only good girls get fucked real good." Negan grazes his teeth over her shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet lips.
"I'll be good," she promises, biting on her lip in anticipation. "Ah!" Sarah cries out as he spanks her already tender ass, then she claws at the top of the drawers as he slowly slides his cock inside her, filling her completely.
"Fuck your pussy is so fucking tight," Negan groans. He curls his arm around her, reaching possessively for her breast as he slowly rolls his hips.
Sarah whimpers, his cock still feeling almost alien inside of her as he stretches her.
Negan chuckles, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth. "Look at you. You took that punishment like a champ, but my cock is too much to handle?" He cups her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple as he allows her to adjust to his size. Negan brings his hand up to her neck, circling his fingers around her throat.
"Negan," Sarah moans, rolling her ass against him, her muscles tightening around his cock. He twitches inside her, her legs shaking as she struggles to stand. Negan drags his long, thick cock out of her, before snapping his hips against hers, his balls slapping against her ass. His other hand snakes round her waist, his fingers brushing her clit. "Oh.. Negan."
He rolls his fingers in time with his hips over her sensitive nerves, growling deeply as she tightens around his cock. His fingers squeeze her throat, and the moan he elicits from her makes his dick throb, the urge to fuck her hard almost unbearable. Negan drags his cock slowly in and out of her, her pussy coating him with every thrust. "Fuck you're a dirty girl," Negan groans.
"I'm your dirty girl," Sarah moans, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh as he sucks a hickey into her neck.
"Fuck yeah you are!" Negan builds up a steady rhythm, his body pressing firmly against hers as he teases her clit. "You're fucking mine!" He growls, sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
"Oh God.." Sarah throws her head back against his shoulder. "Negan.. oh God!"
Negan pounds into her relentlessly, groaning against her shoulder as she screams his name. "Fuck.. that's it, baby. Take it like a good girl.. oh, fuck!"
If he didn't have a firm grip on her, she'd fall to the ground, her legs suddenly weak as her orgasm washes over her, her entire body trembling. His movements become more erratic, and she already knows he's meeting his own release. Sure enough, she feels his hot spurts coating her, and she smiles contentedly as she catches her breath.
Negan kisses her shoulder, slips out of her, and drops down to the floor, pulling her with him. Sarah rests her head against his chest as he strokes her hair. "I really hope you took me fucking seriously."
"Of course i did." She smiles.
Negan leans up on one elbow, looking down at her. "I'm being serious. What you did out there, you can't do shit like that."
"I know." Sarah looks up at Negan, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. "But she did start it."
"She probably fucking did, Sherry's got a smart mouth on her, but that doesn't matter. She's my fucking wife, and i can't have you treat her like that. I'm supposed to keep her safe, that's the fucking deal, i'm not much of a husband if i can't even do that."
Sarah bites her tongue, feeling a knot in her stomach at his protectiveness over a woman she detests.
Negan cups her cheek. "Sarah, i know this is hard for you, i can see that. But if you can't handle it, then this has to end. I don't fucking want it to end, what happened just now is only the tip of the fucking iceberg of what i wanna do to you." He smiles. "But you've gotta fucking promise me that won't happen again."
"I promise."
"You'd better fucking mean it. Because if you do anything like that to one of my wives again, we're done, you understand?"
Sarah nods. "I understand. The last thing i want is for this to end. I love you."
"I know you do." Negan smirks, kissing her forehead sweetly. "Look. Just fucking ignore her. She says something to piss you off, just bite your fucking tongue. You feel like you gotta take it out on someone, take it out on the fucking dead. Anything that doesn't cause me grief and make my life more difficult, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. You keep it up, i might take you to the safehouse again, spend the night there."
"Really?!" Sarah asks excitedly.
"Yeah, just stop making my wives give me shit."
"Okay, i'll bite my tongue, i swear."
"Good girl." Negan smiles.
