Don't know what the hell happened in this chapter. It all got a bit out of hand, to be honest. This story is officially leading me and not the other way around.

A minute is what he said she would have and a minute is truly all she gets.

Presenting his bound hands, he jerks his chin at them. "Take 'em off, gonna need 'em."

Beth whimpers, which is quite pathetic considering he's only given her one small, silly command but his words are all she needs to make her heart speed up. He always makes good on his promises and given the thing she just did… she's not sure if she's excited or terrified at the prospect of cumming again, or if she'll even be able to do such a thing. There's so much wet around her, but more seems to appear as she sits up, like she was blocking a puddle that immediately soaks the space she left behind, her ass and back drenched in cum. Leaning forward shakily, Beth lifts fingers trembling in aftershock and reaches to un-knot the rope.

Daryl shucks them off when they're loose enough and before she can lower her hands, he's wrapping her wrists in the same way she had wrapped his. She bites her lip on something ghastly that tries to work its way out of her mouth, her cunt lips gliding over the soaked sheet like a wet caress. When she's bound, his warm hands hoist her up, rough against her skin so that she shudders. Standing now, he works around her and undoes her corset strings, releasing the constraint bit by bit until she can breathe easily. That falls to the ground in a flutter and then he works on the last flimsy pieces of her clothes until she's completely naked, like him.

The sight of him makes her lick her lips. He's not quite hard yet, not after just cumming but he's getting there again, with each piece of clothing that disappears from her body and it makes a silly smile lift on her face. Fuck Lilian. He glances up at her when he's done and strokes the rough pads of his fingers over her smiling lips, still somewhat swollen from her rough kiss earlier.

"Gonna make you bleed, girl, ya ready for that?" Daryl's fingers shake on her mouth and she kisses the tips.

"Only if you are."

"You knew what you was getting yaself into," he whispers with a little smirk.

Beth's heart trips over in her chest. "Yeah, I did, an' I do now, so get on with it."

He growls, hooking his fingers around and inside her cheek so that her mouth is gaping. "Still haven't taught that mouth s'lesson yet, 'cause ya keep talkin' back to me like I won't punish ya for it."

She has absolutely no clue what to say to that except for her heavy breathing, so she doesn't say anything at all. Daryl releases her mouth and shoves her, where she wobbles, falling on her ass to the bed again, back into the wet puddle that's cold enough on her flesh to make her shiver.

"Turn over."

Doing as she's told, she works her bound hands underneath her and wriggles onto her stomach, spreading her legs as her pulse races with excitement and a small dash of fear. Daryl hums behind her, her ass raised by the chunk of duvet she's rolled onto, his rough fingers gliding over her ass cheeks, dancing in the stickiness there.

"You gonna be good an' count for me, girl?

She nods until Daryl grips her hair in a messy, painful chunk and yanks her neck back so it snaps. A pained choke escapes her straining throat as he hunches over her, semi-hard cock brushing between her ass cheeks like a warning. "Answer me."

"Yeah," she gasps, her eyes stinging. "I'll count, Daryl."

"Good."

The pain in her throbbing head recedes and she drops it into the duvet, letting the fabric smother her. "Ass in the air," he grumbles, low and hot.

Beth whimpers, the duvet in taking her hot pants and throwing them back, setting her face ablaze like her ass is about to be. Daryl grumbles pleasantly again and skims his fingers over her cunt lips, now exposed for him to see, spread wide by her splayed thighs. It's a mess back there and so sensitive she moans thickly.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"You need a word? 'Case ya wanna stop?"

Beth thinks, smirks and whispers, "moonshine." He sucks in a harsh breath and she's transported back there, his angry shouts and her hands around his waist, fingers on his stomach. "Wanted you to fuck me so bad."

"Beth…" he chokes, his voice torn and ragged like she's said something fucking filthy. "What d'you want me to do, girl? Tell me."

Fingers still playing with her pussy, knuckles gliding over her clit and in to her wetness, her voice shakes with her answer. "Wanted you to keep your arm 'round my throat, wanted you to choke me with your fingers in my pussy."

It's the first time she's mentioned it, first time they've ever spoken about it and her whole body flushes hot at the honesty spilling out of her lips. She's also never told him she wants to be choked before, despite all the depraved things they've done, despite his cock shoving so far down her throat she really was being choked and it tightens her chest with anxiety.

"Girl. You wanna be choked? I'll fuckin' choke you, ya little slut."

Beth gasps raggedly as his hand suddenly reaches forward, the very one that had been playing in her cunt and wraps around her throat from behind, smearing her flesh with her own pussy juices. She tries to moan, her blood thickening with fear intense enough to make her vision blur but it barely comes out, her windpipe crushed under Daryl's thick fingers.

"Now count," he hisses, his voice nasty and not his own.

The first slap to her ass hurts and she doesn't know how many he plans to give her, how many he thinks she earned as punishment, but if the first one feels like this then she really will be bleeding by the end of them. A second one comes soon after, directed to the other cheek whilst the first one burns as hot as a flame.

It really is scary, she really is scared, Daryl's thick fingers destroying her air supply and her wrists bound in front of her, arms stretched out so she can see the rope holding them together even with her neck pulled so far back it hurts her spine. He's so large and muscular over her, arm bulging out the corner of her eye as he holds her throat, hand heavy and hot on her stinging ass cheek.

"Girl, I don't hear you fuckin' countin'," he spits out.

God, his voice is scary too.

"One, two," she struggles to say, her mouth filling with saliva due to her inability to swallow.

Daryl laughs and even that's mean, makes her heart pound. She's scared, this is scary, but the fear is an aphrodisiac, like her pain and discomfort and for a second she wonders how fucked up she really is, and when farm girl Beth Greene became this dark and downright filthy.

"Keep up, or you get more."

Beth whimpers and does as she's told, ringing off three and four when he lands them. Her flesh is on fire and she feels wrecked already, only two slaps to each cheek to blame for it. Drool has begun to spill between her lips, her neck too strained to swallow it back and it's running, over her chin and down to Daryl's fingers around her throat. Her cunt and inner thighs are slick with cum and fresh juices and her ass is hurting so bad tears have flooded down her cheeks to mix with the drool. God knows what the rest of her looks like, her hard nipples, wrists bound and her clit swollen, wild hair and bite marks from Daryl not yet healed all over her body.

The worst part, is that she loves it. Loves the ache in her spine, the mess between her thighs, her stinging ass, her sore wrists and her soaked face, the soaked sheet under her knee if she shifts it to the right. She loves it and Daryl knows it, he fucking knows it -the bastard- because he's stopped spanking her, his breath erratic and pure animal.

"Ain't gettin' off on this are ya, Greene?"

She nearly sobs. She hasn't been 'Greene' for a long time. Has been Beth and girl, slut and bitch, but not Greene. It makes her feel even smaller, even younger, like she's that Beth from the farm that she hasn't been in a good long while, makes her feel even more overpowered, controlled, locked down, no way out and nowhere to run. God, her pussy is throbbing, all those thoughts about not being able to cum again because of how much she did earlier have left the building, replaced with the driving urge to be fucked. Fucked hard and deep until it's painful, until it makes her clit pound, makes her feel like she's been kicked repeatedly in the skull.

"Yeah," she answers cheekily, as much as she can through her constrained throat. "I'm so wet, Daryl."

He growls, releasing her throat so that her face tumbles into the duvet, filling her vision with white. "I really gotta punish ya ain't I? Ya need special treatment, for bein' such a little slag."

"Oh my God," she sobs, the word ringing in her ears. "Oh, my fuckin' God."

"Ya like that, huh? Fuckin' filth."

The flesh of her ass rings with the slap he lands her and she sobs again, chest surging and breath pouring in and out of her lips so fast she sucks fabric into her mouth on each inhale. "Punish me, Daryl, punish me."

"Jesus Christ."

Daryl plunges his hand between her legs, hooks his hands under her waist and lifts her harshly, pressing into her stomach until she hisses. She holds the arch when he lets go and slaps her inner thighs apart, her groan resonating with the echo of the slap and then he grabs her hips, lines his dick and plunges. Beth screams, bound hands grappling for anything to squeeze and finding a pillow.

"Shut the fuck up," he grates from above her and then she can't breathe.

The noise cuts out dramatically, leaving the slapping sounds of his balls against her clit and his harsh pants, his large hand on the back of her head pressing her deep into the mattress. Beth instinctively struggles, fights his hand as he pants raggedly over her, fucking her harsh enough to make her ass sting every time he hits it. The struggle gets her little air, just enough through her gaping mouth as her head turns under his palm so his fingers splay over the right side of her face, his thumb pressed to her lips. Beth bites down on it and Daryl hisses, plunges against that thing inside her, whatever it is that keeps making her gush cum like she's made of it.

She mewls desperately, fingers clenching in her pillow as he hits it again and again and again, eyes squeezing shut as her moans hitch. Daryl squeezes her flesh under his palm, pinching her cheeks. "Don't you… dare fuckin'… cum, don't you… fuckin'… dare! You'll pay if you do, girl… you'll fuckin' pay." He pants.

Beth sobs thickly, throws her ass back desperately as she chases her orgasm, willing to take anything he's got, anything he wants to do to her for it, but she never gets there, because he pulls out. She cries out, ass jiggling as she tries to get him back but he keeps his cock out of her, fingers still pressed hard down on her face so that her breaths stutter.

"Don't stop!" She crows.

Daryl laughs, though it tapers off into something torn that makes it not quite a laugh at all, his flesh sticky against hers with sweat. "Need to calm the fuck down 'fore I blow my load."

Beth groans. "Why?"

"'Cause you ain't allowed to cum 'til I do."

She whimpers, stops straining her muscles and tries to relax, get some air back. A thought sparkles in her mind and her gut twists, but she still has enough courage to say, "you wanna cum in me?"

Dead silence.

Her heart flips over. "Daryl?"

"The fuck, Beth?" He releases her face and it throbs.

Suddenly she's being turned over on to her back, wincing as her sore flesh rubs against the bed. "Do you?"

"Do you?" He throws back.

"Yeah."

The look in his eye is one she can't decipher and she bites her lip, at a loss. Worried that she's destroyed something. "You wanna get pregnant?" He's blunt and she winces. "Didn't think to ask me first?"

"Jesus, Daryl, I wasn't gonna trap you or nothin', I asked you if you wanna cum in me."

Their eyes are locked together and it makes her face flame even though it was only just cooling down. "Didn't answer my question."

Beth sighs, wipes her bound wrist over her face to push hair out of the way. Daryl takes pity on her and pushes it back, staring down at her as he cups her cheek. "I want a baby with you," she says after a beat of silence. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to be mad."

His eyes flutter shut and open again, his thumb stroking her face. "I ain't good 'nough to give you babies, Beth."

She blinks back tears, fighting to sit up so she can talk to him. "That ain't true! I love you, I don't want 'em with no one else."

He swallows, cups her throat with a frown and she wonders if there are bruises forming there. "What 'bout everyone's reactions? People think I'm your fuckin' daddy."

Beth shrugs. "Who cares? I think they'll be happy for us."

Daryl stays silent and she waits a beat with an excited breath until finally, he smiles loosely. "Okay."

A breath bowls out of her like a gun shot. "Okay? Okay? Really?"

He snorts. "Cold feet?"

She shoves at him so he wobbles. "No. Just... I dunno." She shrugs. "Didn't think it'd be that easy with you."

His thumb strokes her face softly. "Girl, I'll give you whatever the fuck you want an' if I get somethin' out of it, even better. You think I don't wanna see my child growin' in you?" His eyes shut and he makes a sound like he's pained. "S'all I want, girl. Maggie's gonna have my fuckin' balls when she finds out though, so you best be happy with one."

Beth laughs as his eyes open and she spreads her legs. "C'mon then, let's make a baby."

Daryl groans and practically falls over her, his breathing once more excited as he plunges back into her pussy. It flutters and welcomes him like he never left, hugs him like he's not allowed to go anywhere again and Beth throws her head back with a moan. From the second he starts fucking her with gusto, it feels so damn good she can't make a sound.

It's on the verge of fucking painful it's so goddamn amazing and she knows it's because of what comes at the end, what she gets in return for this coupling and she's eager, so eager, not caring for her orgasm in the slightest as she does everything she can to hurtle Daryl towards his. Biting, scratching, tensing her cunt until he starts to stutter, hips out of rhythm as he fucks her.

Beth pants with excitement, encouraging him as much as she can. "Yeah, Daryl, c'mon. Right there, right fucking there."

"Beth!"

Her world explodes, her whole body flooding hot and veins bursting, stars behind her eyes as she feels every thick rope of Daryl's cum pour inside her, fill her up until her pussy tightens and releases in a harsh orgasm that rocks her spine. Her legs clamp around Daryl's hips and she buries her face in his shoulder, shaking like she's never shook before, tears soaking her face.

He rocks her soothingly, keeping himself buried inside her as he cups her head. "S'alright, girl, don't cry."

Beth hiccups, turns her face to stare at his throat, hugs him hard. "I'm just happy, Daryl." A grin splits her face. "'Cause we made a baby."

Daryl laughs, squeezes her. "Have to keep goin' though, make sure."

He sounds serious enough that she does laugh, pulls back to cup his prickly cheeks, kiss his mouth. "Love you."

"Girl, I know."