It's been a minute, sorry! But, you can thank Andy and Paleyfest for the inspiration for this one. Seeing that man in person is just incredible. I just wanna thank ya'll again for all of the love and support on not only this story, but all of my others! -Brittany


Eleven.

Rick stays inside of her for as long as he can, not wanting to leave her empty and cold. But, her eyes are growing heavier and heavier as the minutes pass and her giggles are subsiding quickly. He still isn't finished with her. Not yet anyway. He retreats from her incredibly warm body and pulls her up with him, cradling her in his arms, noticing how well she fits within him. She wraps her arms around his neck and silently allows him to carry her out of the room and back out into his lavish penthouse. He ascends the circular staircase slowly, dipping his eyes toward her every now and again. He moves them into his bedroom, making a straight line to his sprawling bathroom.

He sits her gently on the edge of his square garden tub and smirks at her as she yawns, reaching across her lap to turn on the water. He plugs the bottom before he stands, moving around the bathroom to collect his loofah and some body wash, before collecting a fresh towel, "Lesson three," He starts quietly as he holds out his hand to her, "I like to bathe my subs after we play."

She smiles a little, again taking his hand to stand. He helps her into the warm cocoon of liquid and then settles in behind her. He sweeps her thick locks up into his hands gingerly, piling it up onto the top of her head before he ties it up in a bun with a black hair tie. A lone dread falls against her back but he sweeps it over her shoulder and starts his slow washing of her. He starts with her back, lathering her silky skin gently, tilting his head as he works. He outstretches her arms and she smiles as his fingers brush against her skin. He presses his chest into her back, nuzzling into her neck and the side of her face as he turns his attention to her chest.

He sweeps the loofah and vanilla scented body wash over her breasts and nipples, encouraging her to lay back into him. She eyes him all the while, with a mystical smile on her face. She studies his features, each delicate line on his face. The crinkles by his eyes, that strong nose and jaw line. His salt and pepper beard scratches at her temple and she's tempted to reach up and stroke his cheek, just to feel it. But she resists, not sure if she's supposed to touch him without permission. Rick moves to her stomach and then legs, throwing each one up on the side of the tub so he can properly attend to them.

He finishes bathing her, officially ending it with a few kisses to the side of her neck and shoulder. He stands and exits the tub, extending his hand to her again to help her out. He wraps her up in the fluffy white towel, rubbing at every inch of her to dry her and lifts her again into his arms. He carries her back into his bedroom and sets her gently at the edge of the bed, "Sit here. I'll be back in a moment."

She nods, "Yes Sir." She answers softly, never taking her eyes off him as he retreats back into the bathroom.

She hears the water of the shower start and purses her lips. He gets to bathe her but she can't watch him? That seems slightly unfair. But a deep yawn interrupts her thoughts as sleep threatens to invade her body. She rolls her shoulders before stretching slightly, willing herself to not fall back into the large bed and close her eyes. His room is immaculate. Not a thing out of place, not a speck of dirt or dust anywhere. It's simply decorated with not much furniture but his bed, two night stands, and an entertainment center concealing a large, flat screen TV. The bed is covered with white sheets and a large, fluffy soft comforter. Six large pillows are propped perfectly against one another and the headboard, a sleek black remote laying perfectly in the center of his bed.

She turns her head to the right, leaning back a little as she tries to peer into what seems to be his closet, her curiosity trying to get the best of her. She hears the water stop and snaps back to attention, laying her hands flat on her thighs as she wiggles her toes into his white carpet. He emerges a few minutes later, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his dark hair dripping with excess water. She drags her eyes down his bare chest, swallowing deeply as her eyes roam freely over his sun kissed skin. He's not overly muscular but his body is perfectly toned for his medium build and body frame. A few freckles kiss his square shoulders and Michonne bites her bottom lip as her eyes move down his chest and flat stomach. She stops at the dark patch of pubic hair that peeks out above the towel. She sighs. Don't be like Christian, don't be like Christian, don't be like Christian, she repeats in her head as she recalls his fear of being touched. She really wants to touch him.

Michonne yawns again, covering her mouth her with hand. Rick could devour her again as he watches her, which is most unusual at this point in the night. By now, he would have escorted her down the hall and into his spare bedroom. He would have retreated into his cave and would finished his routine on his own. He certainly wouldn't have entertained the thought of fucking her again, in his room, in his bed. His subs have free roam over his entire apartment, everywhere except for here; this space. This is his. But not tonight. Not with her. He shakes the thoughts from his head and drops his towel, bunching it in his hands before he reaches for her hand again.

She stands with his help, letting him remove her towel from her and watching as he folds them neatly before returning them to his bathroom. He leads her to the side of the bed and pulls the covers back, continuing to hold her hand as she situates herself into the comfortable cocoon of blankets and mattress. She watches him move to his door, shutting off the overhead light. The soft illumination of the moon splashes in on them, helping her eyes find his form as he moves toward his side of the bed. He climbs in next to her and reaches toward his nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. He grabs something and then shuts it as Michonne rolls over to face him, shoving her hands underneath the pillow that she's laying on.

"Chocolate, Ms. Moreau?" He asks softly.

She laughs lightly, never pegging him as a late night snack eater. She holds out one of her hands and he breaks off a square of the milk chocolate and almond bar, pressing it into her palm. She watches him as he pops a square into his mouth, chewing slowly as he stares up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. She giggles again, "You eat in bed Sir?"

He nods enthusiastically, like a little boy, as he smirk, "Guilty pleasure."

She smiles hard, before chewing on her own piece before she nestles down into the pillows and warm blankets. Her eyes close, and within minutes she's falling deeper and faster into sleep. She feels him curl around her, his arm draping over her, his leg pushing in between both of hers as he crushes her to his chest. The last cognizant thought she has is his masculine scent filling her nostrils as she finally gives into hibernation.

The bright sun breaks into the sleepy world of one Michonne Moreau. She groans a little, rolling over to face the door and get away from the intrusive light. She takes a deep breath before her eyes crack open for the first time. Her vision is blurry at first but as soon as it clears, she rolls over on her back, sprawling her arms out to either side of her. She glances around but after a few minutes, she stares up at the ceiling. She's here. She is really here. It wasn't just an erotic dream after all. She sits up slowly, letting the blankets fall away from her naked body and bunch at her waist. She bites on the tip of her finger as the events of last night replay in her head. The club, the show that young couple put on, Rick's mouth and hands all over her…

Michonne notes the dull soreness throughout her whole body but most evident between her legs. It's a good soreness. He's been there; and he's left her a reminder. She smiles, letting out a breath before she drops her head in her hands, laughing a little. She stretches out, glancing to her side, noticing that the bed is neatly made on his side. A pair of black boxers and a crisp, white t-shirt is folded on his pillow, with a toothbrush, still in the package, placed on top. She grabs the items and traipses into his lavish bathroom, illuminating it before walking up to the long counter with the single faucet dead center. She eyes herself in the large mirror, unable to keep the smile off her face as a new woman stares back at her. A vibrant woman, a woman full of new life.

She brushes her teeth and then slips into his t-shirt and boxers before she moves out of his bedroom. She tiptoes down the hall, hearing him moving about below her. The radio is on, DJ Khaled and Drake's For Free mixing with the sounds of pots and pans clanking around. She takes the stairs gingerly, as each step she takes she's reminded of their romp from the night before. Her sex aches as her body moves. Oh yes, he's been there. She hits the main floor and smiles at him as she approaches, becoming a little shy underneath his intense stare.

Rick grins at her, before dropping his eyes back toward the pan with his fluffy, yellow eggs, "Good morning." He offers as she takes a seat at the bar, "How are you feeling?"

"Umm," She starts, placing her chin in her palm as she eyes his naked torso, "A little sore to be honest."

"Your wrists?"

She tilts her head a little, sending her eyes toward the wall of windows to her right as she smirks, "Among other areas."

Rick flicks his eyes toward her, picking up her drift. His eyes are bright in the sunlight but mischievous, like a teenage boy with a secret, "Would you like some Advil?"

She shakes her head, smiling back at him, "I'll live." She glances around the large kitchen as he continues to move around and the song changes to They Don't Know by Rico Love. Her eyes land on the big digital clock on the wall, flashing ten seventeen am, "Oh shit! Do you have my phone?" She asks, jumping from the stool.

"It's on the table." He points behind her, "Everything okay?"

She runs toward her clutch, ripping her iPhone from it and scrolling through her contacts. She puts it on speaker as it rings, turning back toward Rick, "Thanks for calling The Flashpoint Paradox, this is Beth, how can I help you?"

"Beth! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about you." Michonne exclaims, covering her forehead with her palm.

Beth laughs a little, "Gee, thanks," She smirks, rolling her eyes toward Noah, "Noah's here, we're all good."

"You called him in? He's is probably exhausted between school and interning for Rick. God, tell him to go home, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Michonne," Beth sighs, "He called me last night, he needs the money. Maggie texted me and said you had had a late night so I covered it."

Michonne groans, walking back to the bar and leaning against it, "I still feel bad. I've been a terrible boss lately."

"You know, if you'd just agree to make me manager, you could have more time with your new boy toy." Beth answers, hinting at their previous conversation a few months before, "I have done this before, you know."

Michonne nods, glancing up at Rick as he eyes her, "Yes, I know. We'll talk about it, okay? You sure you guys are okay?"

"Yes! Plus, Carl is gonna come in later this afternoon to help. He's officially ungrounded."

Rick tenses at the sound of the name, dropping his eyes from her to the pan beneath him. Before she can pick up on it, he turns, shaking his head a little to clear the thoughts as he grabs two plates, "Oh great, I've missed him. Tell him I said hi."

"Will do. Will you get off the phone now please? We're fine."

"Okay, okay," Michonne laughs, lowering the phone to the bar, "Call me if you need anything."

"We won't. Have a good day!" Beth replies sweetly, before hanging up on her favorite boss.

Michonne scoffs a little, smiling as she shakes her head, "You know, most people wouldn't hang up on their boss. I should put a stop to that."

He chuckles, turning toward her as he begins to pile their plates with eggs and sausage and hash browns, "She's a good kid. You should really think about making her manager."

"Oh yeah? You giving me business advice now?"

He hands her a plate before turning toward the fridge to grab her a bottle of water, "She responsible, reliable, and keeps calm when situations arise. She could be a great asset to you and your new boy toy." He winks. Michonne watches as he places the salt, pepper, and ketchup up on the bar before sliding a fork her way. He places a plate of toast next to her and motions toward his spread of jams, "Strawberry, blackberry, apple or grape?"

"Apple, please."

"Good choice."

He walks around the bar and sits next to her, "Noah respects Beth, that's all the makings of a good manager."

Michonne shrugs, before digging into her crisp hash browns, "Yeah," She says after a moment, "Carl likes her too."

Rick cuts his eyes toward her, "Carl?" He asks, clearing his throat before he bites into a piece of toast.

"Yeah, he's just a kid, just turned 18. He's been coming to the shop for about a year. He wanted to buy a car so he came to me a couple months back about a job. Didn't see why not."

Rick isn't even really listening anymore. He chews slowly as his mind goes wild. Maybe it's him, "Is he from Atlanta? Or Georgia?" He asks suddenly.

She shrugs again, biting into her eggs, "I don't think so. He told me he moved here from California." She glances over at him, tilting her head as she notices his new tense demeanor, "You okay?"

Shane's mother was from California. Rick inhales slowly, his eye drifting as his mind races over the information. Maybe I missed something, maybe- "Rick? You okay?" Michonne pipes up again, tilting her head a little.

He clears his throat, swallowing before he shakes his head. You looked in California, you know that. It can't be him… "Yeah, yeah. Sorry," He laughs a little, trying to shake off the thoughts, "So, um, yeah, you should uh, you should let Beth take some of your slack."

She takes another bite of her hash browns, before sipping on her water, "I'll think about it."

He chuckles at her rather controlling nature, "I'm the only control freak allowed around here, Ms. Moreau."

"Is that so?" She smirks, tossing her eyes toward him as she takes another bite.

His mouth drops open as he scoffs a little, "We are gonna have to work on that mouth of yours, aren't we? Eat up, I have another lesson for you."

Her eyes grow wide as she stares over at him for a second but her heart lurches in her chest. Eat up she does. After their hearty breakfasts, Rick clears their plates and grabs her hand, leading her back into his favorite room. Instead of making her kneel, he walks her into the middle of the room and toward the bed, letting her take a seat before he moves to his Italian made chest of drawers. He pulls out a few items, shutting the drawers softly before he moves back toward her. He throws the toys on the bed, drawing her attention to them as he plucks a few bundles of rope from their hooks.

"What lesson are we on, Ms. Moreau?" He asks, undoing a bundle of rope.

"Um," She thinks, "I think four? Sir."

"Lesson number four," He says absentmindedly, "Do you know that the B in BDSM stands for, Michonne?"

She nods, "Yes Sir. Bondage."

"Very good. Do you know what the rest stands for?"

"Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism." She recites proudly.

He smiles proudly back at her, "Very good, Ms. Moreau. You should know, I'm not so much into the S&M, but I am very big in the B&D. Lesson number four will be bondage." He moves to her, reaching out his hand with the rope, "This is silk and bamboo. It's soft and flexible," He explains as she runs her fingers over the red rope, "But doesn't stretch much, so the key when being tied in this, is to try not to move or you might end up with friction burns. Understand?"

She nods, taking a breath, "Yes Sir."

"Can you remove your shirt and boxers please?" She does as she's told, standing to pull the cotton material over her head and stripping out of his boxers, revealing her naked form, "Middle of the bed, please, Indian style."

She follows his orders, placing her hands on her thighs as she sits up straight. He climbs in behind her, reaching around her to grab both of her arms. He pulls them behind her back and begins to restrain her, "I'm going to put you in a frogtie, familiar with it through your research?"

"Yes Sir, I am."

He kisses her shoulder, "God you're good. Palms together." She flattens her palms and keeps her head straight, centering her breathing as she feels the rope around her arms and wrists. Once he's finished, he tugs a little on his handiwork, "Comfortable?"

"Yes Sir."

He moves around to her front and picks up two more bundles of rope, "This is the same material. I'm going to tie your ankles to your thighs."

"Yes Sir."

He helps her uncross her legs before he starts to tie her again. He lets his devilish fingers linger along her smooth skin a little longer than necessary, rubbing and tickling her slightly as he tightens the rope. Once he's finished he sits back on his hunches, not able to hide the contain the toothless smile on his face, "Feeling alright?"

Michonne shifts a little, rolling her shoulders before wiggling her hips a little. She feels a little exposed, her bent legs exposing her sex entirely to him, "It's a little strange, but I'll get used to it Sir."

He smiles again. He reaches beside her and picks up a small, gold vibrator, "This is called the Satisfyer Pro 2."

She laughs a little, "That's cute."

"And very effective." He adds lowly, his eyes shifting from bright blue to a darker shade, "It sucks and vibrates. I want you to feel it, all of it, okay? Don't hold back, just try not to move." He picks up a purple silk scarf and moves behind her again, "Is it alright if I blindfold you?"

She inhales audibly, but nods quickly, "Yes Sir."

He eyes her from the side, roaming over her features to try and read her, "If you're not comfortable," He starts.

"Please Sir."

Rick takes a deep breath but kisses her cheek gently, extremely proud of her willingness to trust him, "Thank you." He whispers, before wrapping the soft material around her head, covering her eyes.

Once her vision is gone, Michonne tries to focus on her breathing, trying to keep it steady. She jumps slightly as his cool fingers drag up her sides. She hears the vibrator turn on and releases a breath through her teeth. She feels his chest against her arms and then the small, gold device against her breast. She clears her throat a little as it sucks lightly on her already tingly, sensitive skin. He brushes it along her nipple and she jumps, inhaling sharply as it pulls on her stiff bud. Rick reaches around and stimulates her left breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he begins to lick and nibble on her neck and earlobe.

She moans lightly, straining her neck into him a little more as her sensitivity heightens. He changes the program with a press of a button and the suction and vibration intensifies. He moves the gold toy down her stomach, pushing it lower and lower until it is mere centimeters from the apex between her legs. He lets it linger on the extra sensitive skin, causing her to drop her head back on his shoulder as her breath escapes her louder and faster as the minutes drag forward. She hisses, sucking her teeth a little as she squirms, feeling the restraints on her thighs tighten as she moves.

"Let me hear you baby," He coos into her ear, biting down on her ear, "Let yourself feel it."

He pushes it lower, over her swollen center she lets out the most glorious, high pitched moan he's ever had the pleasure of hearing. He groans a little, shifting as his lower half reacts to the sound. He's so hard it hurts. He begins circling the toy around her silky, wet folds and center, letting it suck lightly, before it releases. Michonne begins pushing her hips forward into his hand and the toy repeatedly, creating more friction as he palms her left breast. She writhes around him, not caring as her leg restraints begin to bite into her skin as she struggles. He pushes the gold toy against her again and she grunts loudly, tossing her body forward at the pressure and dropping her head.

With his free hand, Rick pushes into his sweatpants and boxers, stroking himself gently to relieve some of the building pressure. He groans softly as she writhes against him. Her scent, mixed with her moans is providing a high better than any alcohol or drug could produce. If she keeps this up, Rick won't last much longer than her. Michonne jerks against him, her hands now twisting and turning against the rope as this magical device draws her closer and closer to a sweet release. The ropes around her legs dig into her skin, adding a delicious pain to her rising pleasure. Rick pushes the vibrator against her a little harder, the device pulling at her swollen clit quickly before releasing then repeating it all over again.

She finally erupts, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, destroying everything in its wake. She throws her head back onto his shoulder, pushing her chest out and into his free hand as she convulses. Rick lowers his head to her shoulder and pumps himself harder at the sight of her, the sound of her. He tosses the vibrator to the side and pushes her softly forward until her pretty behind is in the air. He pulls himself free from his pants, not even bothering to pull them all the way off. He pushes into her awaiting body and wastes no time. He grabs her still bound hands as he pounds into her wet flesh. He pushes her through her first orgasm and quickly pulls at a second one as he drills into her.

Michonne's moans grow louder as her body tightens from his assault. She bounces forward with each powerful thrust and she bites down on the sheets as she wallows loudly. Rick grabs her fingers, squeezing them tightly as he bends over her slightly, his movements becoming hurried as his release climbs. Her muffled grunts fill the room, mixing with his and the sounds of their bodies crashing against each other. He releases her fingers to grab a fist full of her hair, causing her to hiss loudly as he yanks on it. He crashes into her one last time and completely loses himself, shooting his hot stream into her tight walls. He grunts loudly as he continues to spurt and she tightens around him, again finding her own release in his.

He breathes deeply as his body empties and he licks at his teeth like a cocaine addict once they've gotten their fix. He lets the air leave his lungs through his teeth as he comes down from his high, keeping a firm grasp on her hips as he pulls out of her slowly before dipping into her lake once more. He finally pulls out of her, leaning back on his hunches as he tilts his head back toward the ceiling, smiling and chuckling slightly as he rubs her behind. Michonne worms around beneath him, trying to calm her own breathing as her hands and wrists rub against one another.

He unties her hands first, and then her ankles from her thighs and lets her stretch out on her stomach before him. She stretches like a cat, rolling her wrists slightly. He leaves her blindfold on but picks up her right leg and kisses the soul of foot before biting down on her big toe. She giggles, smoothing her face into the blankets as she pulls her hands underneath her head. She takes a deep breath and lets the smile spread across her face as her mind settles into a calm nothingness. Rick continues to play with her feet, leaning up against the headboard as he keeps his eyes on her naked body, completely devoid of any words. This is different. This is new; for both of them.

Rick watches her until he's sure that she's asleep again, her back rising and falling with a succinct rhythm. He glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, knowing that he should check his email or at the very least, check his phone. But, her warm body calls out to him, begging him to stay with her. So, he does. He massages her feet as he rests his head against the headboard, closing his eyes after a few minutes. For the first time since he was a teen, Rick Grimes takes a nap. He's lulled into a sweet slumber by a pretty girl and her pretty feet on a pretty Saturday afternoon.