A/N Warning. Negan is on one of his bacon hating tangents in this chapter. I know how you people get about your bacon.
Alice is family. I will do everything I can to save her.
Cosworth is the first one to charge after Beta. That smart ass fucking brain of his has conjured up some kind of powder that starts to sear Beta's skin like he did for Eight.
No sense even trying. You got the best girl.
Marshall raises his machete in an eye for an eye, lopping both of Beta's hands off.
I love Alice, and I would die for her.
Bryan follows, picking up one of Beta's knives and sticking him right in the rib cage. That's when the sounds of Beta gasping for air begins as he drops to his knees.
Because I think of you like my mom.
Kid removes Beta's skin cap mask, throwing it to the side. Then she proceeds to make her own Beta skin cap.
You're a lucky man.
Butcher's knife comes down on one of Beta's arms, cutting deep enough where Butcher positions his boot as leverage on Beta and starts to tug on his arm until it comes off entirely. That's repeated on his other one.
Love Alice? Yes.
Kuzma is the last to go after Beta but the devastation alone he causes to Beta is more than all my other men put together. His knife goes in Beta's throat, then is yanked out and dropped to the earth. That's when Kuzma rips Beta's trachea right out ending his miserable worthless existence.
My men are literally ripping Beta apart, even when his heart stops. Which, after much difficulty, is taken from his chest, then thrusted in the air like a trophy by Kuzma.
You better goddamn fucking believe that I wanted a piece of Beta. I wanted to put him right beside Eight and torture the fuck out of both of them but I can't allow myself to lose control. Right now, Alice needs me more than my selfish need to fulfill gratification with revenge. As I get to my knees, I yank my belt off so I can use it to make some kind of tourniquet so this woman doesn't bleed out. "Dalton," I scream in a panic for some kind of medical help. It makes me regret all the times I spent staring at Nicole's ass rather than helping her study to become a doctor.
"Higher, haus," he instructs, inching up the belt.
I've never seen Alice lose composure like this, but she is inconsolable. "Saviors," I call as a warning that we are getting the fuck out of dodge. I run through what was once the Hilltop but is littered with bodies and undead reanimating. The ground is a saturated bloody mess.
Vasquez and Hawkes aren't far ahead of me as they carry Banks' corpse to the truck.
It's one of the many losses that I can't process at this moment. Alice feels so fucking heavy in my arms because I do not have much left to give. Exhaustion doesn't even begin to describe how weak I am after how unprepared I was for this fight. Unprepared. I didn't think that word existed in my vocabulary until today.
Alice's screams stop before we make it back to Sanctuary because she's slipped out of consciousness from the combination of blood loss and excruciating pain.
"Can we do some type of blood transfusion for her," Carl panics.
"Is it even going to help at this point?" Fuck, she's practically dead in my arms. I'm not giving up on her, but this woman has fought and fought these last few years. If it's her time, letting her slip away in her sleep is the most humane thing I can do.
"At least it was her bad hand that Beta cut off," Kid says after several minutes of silence.
It oddly puts me at ease. Makes me feel more optimistic that I'm not going to lose her. I mean, fuck, it's gotta be a good sign, right? "What's in that bloody sack, Kid?"
"I got that son of a bitch's face in it. Gonna put it on the front gate when we get it back up."
"You're serious," Carl squirms.
"Goddamn right I am," she murmurs.
"That is fucked up, love," Dalton laughs.
"He deserved it," Carl's girlfriend speaks. "He was a rapist and a murderer."
I like this Lydia girl already.
Marshall presses his foot all the way to the floor. "Debris from the hurricane. Hold on."
I steady myself with my hand to the roof and advise everyone else to do the same.
"I can't reach the roof," Kid panics, grabbing onto Dalton.
Sometimes, I don't really think the shit over that comes out of my mouth. Other times, people tend to take what comes out of my mouth as the fuck-all end-all. All the jostling around wakes Alice, and it's back to her agonizing screams. It's somewhat of a comfort because at least she's alive no matter how fucked up that logic is. When we finally get to what was once our front gates, I've never been more grateful to be at Sanctuary. I know I say that a lot, but I am really fucking grateful this time. "Butcher, Rick," I order when I see Andrea struggling to help him inside. The amount of blood on me makes me wonder how Alice is even alive but at least we're finally able to get aid.
"Don't go far, you." Nicole takes me by the arm. "You alright? Baby?"
Maybe it's a combination of the exhaustion and seeing Alice's hand once it's unraveled, but I don't remember hitting the floor until I wake back up again on it. "Shit fuck, my arm," I grumble. It's numb from passing out on it. Good, they found someone else to give her blood.
"This is beyond anything I've ever done," Nicole says.
Rick is actually rather helpful despite his condition and blood loss. He's able to give us some insight and help guide Nicole considering he went through the exact same thing with that politician fuck. Sometimes, the parallels between Rick and Alice are alarming. The cop uniform she wears, and the one he once had. Their handicap. Fuck, even down to their stoicism. "Why do I get the feeling I'm fucking Rick Grimes sometimes?" There goes my fucking mouth again.
"Shut up, Negan," the collective group replies.
"Fine," I mumble, folding my arms. Maybe I'm kinda fucking scared, and just looking for someone to talk to, but since when has anyone gave a fuck about my concern other than Alice? Goddammit, please pull through, Numbers. I'm not ready to be alone yet.
…
They stabilize her as she sleeps comfortably. At least, from what I can tell. Her face isn't scrunched up in pain anymore.
Rick seems to be feeling a lot better, too.
"Guess you'll be leaving now." Hopefully, he gets the hint.
"What's going through your mind right now?"
At first, I thought he was talking to Andrea, but we're the only two in here besides Nicole. The fuck? What's he asking me my feelings for? I'm gonna fuck with him. "You think Alice could borrow your hook sometime to jerk me off?"
Rick hobbles from the room after that.
I stick my head out the door as I shout down the walkway. "Well? I'd wash it before I gave it back. Does this mean you'll think about it?"
"Negan," Nicole calls. "Alice is waking up."
She blinks several times in an attempt to widen her drowsy eyes.
"How do you feel?" I touch her flushed cheek. "Alice?"
"You changed my attire."
I start to laugh, giving her a nod. "You told me if you're ever unable to I better do it."
"Excellent. Yes."
"How do you feel, you fucking nerd?"
"Ambivalent."
"Ambivalent?"
She seems self-conscious and covers up her bandaged hand with the blanket. "Before this, the pain was constant. I believe once this heals, the pain will deplete entirely. Still, my hand is gone. I know you see that as a sign of weakness, so my days of scavenging are finished."
"I don't see it as a sign of weakness. You not leaving these walls is because I worry about you. Don't listen to me when I give Rick shit about his hand, alright? That is me being an ignorant fuck trying to find any ammunition to ruffle his goddamn feathers. Is it right? No. Do I believe it? No."
"At least he severed my right hand."
"Kid said the same thing. I have to say I agree with that fucked up logic."
I'm moved to the side so Nicole can take her vitals. She tells us that Alice is going to be alright and she just needs time to heal. Thank fuck because I honestly don't know how much more bullshit I can take.
…
Earlier, I was optimistic about her recovery. Now, I'm just worried about her mental state. Alice stares sedated out of the infirmary window, but I know it's not because of the pain medication. After everything she has been through, is this going to be what breaks her? Christ, I think about that conversation we had when I told Rick that I was going to use his hook hand to hang him by, and the words that Alice spoke to me that day.
I should hang you up like a piece of meat by your own hook arm. You think I'm going to fucking let your people disrespect mine?
The words that left your mouth as you insulted Rick's prosthetic were cruel. Negan, what if that were me?
Christ, it's like she knew.
"I'd like to rest."
"Yeah, alright," I frown. I need to pay my respects to Hawkes and Vasquez after their loss anyhow, among several other things. One of Carl's concerns was everyone finding out about Lydia, so I hid her in the parlor until Rick's men packed up and left. Then I gave Carl and Lydia a room until Carl figured out what he wanted to do. I assign jobs for my men to do because Sanctuary is still in pretty bad shape from that hurricane. We actually gained a few people from the Hilltop that wanted to stay when Rick's men left, so I put them to work, too. To be honest, I'm wondering if we're just cleaning up something that's going to be destroyed by the Syndicate. I know our days are numbered until that fuckery ensues. "What? Come in," I shout at my door. "If it's bad news, Carl, it can fucking wait until I get some sleep."
"I just wanted to talk to you for a second. Did you really mean that about my dad? Or was that just to make Alice feel better?"
This motherfucker listening to my conversation. "No. Maybe? I don't know." I sigh heavily before taking a seat at the edge of my bed. "Kid," I groan, running my hands through my hair. "Look, I respect your dad in certain aspects. Not a lot of people could make the decisions he had to given the circumstances, but it doesn't negate the fact that this fucking rage boner he has is going to get him killed. Him and Maggie both. I mean, fuck, what do you people want from me? You know what, don't answer that. My point is, either get the fuck over it or go our separate ways but if it's going to be the latter let's all agree that those psychotic scalpel jockey's need to go first."
"I think things would be better if I were in charge."
"You don't have to be in charge for people to follow. When I met a lot of the original members, Dwight was in charge of the group. I didn't ask them to do things my way, they just did it. Because they knew that I would make the tough decisions when he couldn't." Carl never admits when what I've said sinks into that half blown out skull of his, but he doesn't take what I've said with a grain of salt like someone else I know. Fucking Prick Grimes.
"How's Alice?"
"Resting. Why don't you stop by tomorrow with Lydia? She'd like that." Thankfully, he takes the hint to leave, unlike his dad. I need some fucking sleep before I lose what little sanity I have left.
The morale of my men is dwindling. With every loss, they become stupid with revenge. Revenge that is going to end up taking more lives. I glance over the graves we have dug.
Tim
Lily
Arlo
Charli
Sherry
Tara
Banks
There are several others that gave their lives that I'll admit I didn't know. Men of Lee's or just people who have come and gone. Fuck, it's an actual graveyard. Something from the old world that always made me uncomfortable since I put my mom in one. I don't want to put any more of my men in the ground though I guess it's inevitable. People died before the outbreak so it's foolish to think that this life will grant them some type of immunity.
"Hey."
I don't have to see him to know it's Bryan. The fucker's voice has always been pretty commanding. "Do you want me to leave you alone with Charli?"
"No, but I've come to ask you something."
I pause and wait for him to speak, but something doesn't seem right.
"Promise me that I go next to her."
"Stop."
"Just got a bad feeling is all."
"It's not necessarily a bad thing, just take it as a sign to be cognizant of everything around you."
"That sounds like something Alice would say," he chuckles.
"No, it'd be more like," my face deadpans, "Cognizant that danger is imminent."
"Yeah." Bryan squats down and touches the small rock on Charli's grave. "They really couldn't be any more different, huh?"
"They were good for each other and balanced each other out. I used to think that, too until I started something serious with Alice. Now I see how well we complement each other. I mean, fuck, can you imagine me with anyone other than Alice? Like some foul mouthed fuck that screams about dicks and would rather be naked. I'd probably strangle that bitch."
"If she didn't strangle you first," he laughs.
Good point. I really don't know how Alice puts up with my shit. Oh, right. She doesn't.
"I want you to know that I appreciate everything this group has done for me. I haven't had something like this since I was with NYFD."
Funny how I grew up wanting to be a fireman and he's comparing what we have to it. "You're a good asset, Bryan. Remember that." I shake his hand and give him some time with Charli. Alice should be able to leave the infirmary today. It'll be nice to have her by my side at night again.
Over the course of the next month, we rebuild our home. One night at dinner, Grimm announces that she and Kuzma are going to have a child. That smooth motherfucker. I knew he was banging her. I watch Alice interact with Kuzma. She's not awkward or uncomfortable and gives him a hug. Even better is how accepting Kid is of this new information, even rubbing Grimm's stomach and talking about how she's going to have a sister.
"Brother," Kuzma responds.
"No, Papa. A sister."
That fucks got his hands full. Glad it ain't me. Who would have thought someone could domesticate Grimm?
"What's on your mind?"
I shrug at Alice. "Every guy here is either a fuck fiend or a family fuck. I just feel caught in the middle. You know? It's either one extreme or another. I just wanna get fucked up and play some cards without someone leaving to chase after pussy, or crying about pussy that left them."
"I'll play cards with you."
I smirk, sinking my hands into my pockets. "I know you will, Numbers, but it's different with us."
"I understand. You require male camaraderie."
"Well, when you say it like that it makes me sound like some sorry fuck. Come lick my balls or something so I can get my dignity back."
"That sounds agreeable."
Goddamn, I never thought I'd see the day where she perks up at the thought of licking my sack.
The following month, Carson and Clara get married. For the record, weddings are boring as fuck. Alice nudges me in the side when I almost doze right off in the middle of it. We get another surprise at the reception when Connor decides to propose to Joanna. I'm going to give him so much shit for settling down. "God, when will this fuckception end," I groan, tilting back another drink.
"Do you want to dance?"
I don't even give Alice a response to that. She's probably busting my balls anyhow. We both seem equally miserable to be here. I knew I loved this woman. Not making me go through some bullshit like this to prove how much we care for each other.
"I'd like a cup of alcohol, too, please."
"Yeah, we should get fucking hammered."
"That sounds a lot more agreeable than this."
"I don't know. Doesn't seem so bad now that we're going to get shit faced together." I've only seen Alice drunk once, and it was under miserable circumstances.
"Yes. Cake and alcohol. Do you think they'll complement each other?"
"I'd suck bacon infused bourbon out of your ass if given the chance. Cake will work fine."
"Bacon infused bourbon sounds made up."
Of course, that's what she takes from it. "You don't remember? Like right before shit fell to fuck, everything was bacon flavored this and bacon flavored that. If you think about it, I bet bacon caused the outbreak."
"Please elaborate."
"Think about it. Some smart fuck scientist cocksucker probably had this virus contained until some dumb motherfucker comes along thinking this meat puppet is wearing a suit of bacon."
"I am uncertain if eating the flesh of the undead will cause you to turn. I believe it's just the saliva."
"Well, it can't be good is all I'm fucking saying. Any-fucking-way, how'd we get from talking about sucking alcohol off your taint to a meat puppet buffet?"
"Consider the source."
"Fuck. You. Now drink up so it'll shut you up." I skim the room for someone that will get me a deck of cards, but I don't trust anyone enough with my keys.
Alice tugs on my sleeve of this fucking ridiculous white button down shirt. "I feel nothing."
"Gradually, not the entire fucking cup. Try it again. Slower." I swear, women think they can go hard until an hour later and they're passed the fuck out because they don't know how to pace themselves. "Hey, take that shit outside," I tell Marshall, waving the smoke away from Alice. "She's already going to have alcohol poisoning."
He takes one more drag before dropping what's left of it in his cup and having a seat. "When are we going to play some cards again?"
My ears perk up. "Now you're talking."
"Every time I try and organize something, someone has something to do that interferes with it. I mean, how much can you have to do in the apocalypse?"
"I'd ask those smart fuckers like Cosworth and Church, but I don't want to get my ass handed to me. Where is Church, anyway?"
"He's been going to Alexandria on his days off. Something about needing Jesus or something, I can't really recall much at the moment. I think they got a church there."
Both of us look at Alice when she lets out the smallest laugh. "What?"
Instead of an answer, I get an empty cup waved in my face.
"Slow down. I told you not to chug it all at once, goddammit."
"I let a considerable amount of time pass between each one."
"And I bet you took three fucking drinks."
"Yes, but I let a considerable amount of time pass between each one."
I point at Alice, turning my attention back to Marshall. "Do you see what I gotta fucking deal with?"
"If the woman wants another drink, get her another drink. Or I will," he smirks.
"Motherfucker," I grimace, getting up from my seat. "Keep your dick in your pants while I'm gone, Marshall." As I make my way to the bar, I'm reminded of Sherry and how she'd be sticking her nose in my business right about now on how much I've had to drink this evening. Amber seems to be falling into that role nowadays as she helps Cindy to the restroom. "Hold it right fucking there." I yank the cup from Kid's hand.
"But, it's for Papa."
"Oh, bullshit. I hardly doubt Kuzma would send you to fetch something for him. Try again."
"Well, I mean, it's only one cup."
"Look, I don't know how that shit works with kids. Like if it fucks up your growth or something. How about if you give it another year, at least."
"Damn. I thought you'd be the last person I'd have to sneak it by."
"I tell you what. Run it by Alice, and if she says yes, it's all yours."
She flashes me a mouthful of teeth. "I'll just wait until next year."
"Good fucking answer." I slide a soda across the table instead. When I get back to my seat, I notice slender pale arms wrap around Marshall and a redhead with curly hair and matching colored lip stick touch her lips to his ear.
"Bed," she whispers, followed by a giggle.
He runs his index finger slowly against her arm. "Patience."
"I've never seen that girl in my life," I comment after she's left, handing Alice her drink.
"She came from the Hilltop. Her name is Mandy."
"You gonna hold onto this one for a bit?"
"We'll see," he smirks.
"Yeah, you're right. This girl probably won't work out because I haven't been inside her. I know how much you love my sloppy seconds."
"I just figure it's fair to show them what being with a real man is like after you."
"Roasted," Alice giggles.
"Hey, whose fucking side are you on? And it's burn, not roasted, you fucking dork."
"Roast. To criticize or reprimand severely. Roasted. The past tense of roast." She turns over the empty cup despite me telling her not to chug that fuckery. "I'd like another glass of alcohol, please."
"No. When you start to recite the dictionary you've had enough." At least Marshall is smart enough to know when to get the hell out. And is this music ever going to stop? How many times can people dance to the same fucking four songs? Actually, maybe another drink isn't a bad idea. Something to mellow me fucking out.
...
This night only continues towards awkward. Some girl, yes, girl is flirting with me. Girl as in today is my eighteenth birthday girl. "No offense, but I'm old enough to be your dad."
"I can call you daddy if that's what you like."
I grimace with disgust and walk away but she doesn't take the hint.
"I wore this dress for you."
"I don't even fucking know you!"
Like some slow motion hell, her hand comes towards my chest only to be shoved to the side by Alice.
I moan as my eyes roll back in my head when her hand latches on tight to my cock. Alice has that look about her that even I won't fuck with and this girl is somewhat smart to hurry off when she's given it. I don't know whether to be scared or ruin these pants. "I'm so fucking hard right now." I love watching her claim what is hers.
"I'm aware."
I scan the room, licking my lips before they're against hers. "No one can see us over here unless they happen to walk by."
"Sit."
Who am I to disobey? I free my cock just in time before she straddles me and my length fills her entirely. "Fuck, this is so fucking hot."
Alice slowly licks up the side of my ear. "Lower your voice, or I will find my release without you."
"You wouldn't fucking dar-"
Her hand goes over my mouth.
Now we're talking.
Alice freezes then hides under the table when we hear boots scuff the floor.
Fuck! Fuck! I look up and see Butcher.
"There you are. Mind if I have a seat?"
"Uh." I clear my throat, scooting up to the table more. "Now isn't really a good time."
"It will only take a second."
"Oh," I moan when Alice takes me in her mouth.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm not quite sure what the fucking fuck is happening right now." I try and push Alice away by the shoulder, but she's putting up a fight.
"Too much to drink?"
"Way too," my voice squeaks, "much."
"Yeah, me too. I just got done finger blasting Molly under the table during one of the speeches. No one had a fucking clue. Though I say it like I don't do this shit sober."
"Fuck." I shut my heavy eyes, slowly opening them when he starts yapping again.
"No chick is more willing to fuck than one who watches another girl get married."
"You don't say." I should feel so fucking dirty about this entire thing. My little Alice mouth banging my cock while this clueless fuck drones on about his sexual conquest fingering a girl who probably would have gotten on the table in front of everyone and let him do it. When her tongue starts to trail my balls as she works her hand up and down, I knock a plate over on the floor. "You were saying," I try and distract him so he doesn't lean over to pick it up.
"You and Alice into that swinger shit like Connor and Joanna?"
"Alice is way too prude for that." I grunt in pain when she bites my foreskin. "No. We're not into it."
"It's kinda weird at first, but there's something about having-"
"Butcher, did you need something?" I run my hand down my mouth when she starts trying to take in as much of me as she can.
"Yeah, so I've been thinking about the Syndicate..."
God, fucking why? No, wait, this is good. With him blabbing away I can… fuck. Fuck, that feels so fucking good. That warm mouth, that tongue. Goddamn! Of all the things on my fucket list, being watched while getting head is never one I thought would be on it, but when we're joined by Joanna I'm certain this is definitely one of those.
"Hey, B," she smiles, kissing his cheek then him.
My eyebrow tugs upward. "I'm confused. Didn't Connor just propose?"
"So? Does that mean we have to stop having our fun? Besides, Connor doesn't mind as long as I come home to him. He's fucking Molly right now in the bathroom. It was getting me too horny so I had to leave."
That was more information than I feel comfortable with but as long as one of them talks, I don't have to. "Hrrr," I cough, slamming my eyes shut. Her tongue on my balls feels so fucking fuck I don't have words.
"How much did you have to drink, Negan?"
I moan to Butcher's question when Alice takes in as much of me as she can. My left foot starts to bounce like some fucking dog having his belly rubbed. Oh, fuck, it's happening. I rest my elbow on the table, putting my fist over my mouth.
"I'm glad we killed those Whisperer fucks."
"Yes. It feels… it's… incredible." My eyes roll backward momentarily. "That they're gone."
"Butcher," Joanna whines.
"Well, that's my cue," he grins. "You okay by yourself?"
I slam my hand against the table, shooting my load all inside that warm mouth of hers. "Fuck yes, fuck. Fucking yes!" I take in a deep breath, leaning back some in my chair. "I'm… okay." Shit! Oh my god! I think I'm temporarily blind from coming that fucking hard.
Joanna sets her hand on my shoulder, touching her lips to my ear. "You think I don't remember what it looks like when you come," she whispers, followed by a laugh. "Have a good night," she smirks.
When Alice's head emerges from under the table between my legs, all I can do is fucking laugh.
She licks her swollen lips with a giggle.
"I fucking love you." I grab her wrist, pulling her up so she can have a seat on my thigh.
This woman even stuffs my limp pathetic dick back into my pants for me.
I love how she looks at me right after she's taken a shot in the mouth. "What about you," I frown.
"There are other tables that you can return the favor."
"Yeah fucking right. I've seen your face when I'm face first in pink. Even for a stoic fuck like you you're all…" I give her my best O face. "Negan!"
"Do you have your keys?"
I pat my pocket, giving her a nod.
"Very well. Follow me."
Follow her fucking where? Oh, the supply closet. "Alice, I, uh. I'm having a little trouble in the getting it up department if you know what I mean."
"We're not here to have intercourse. Open." Once inside, Alice takes some black rope, and a pair of scissors then makes her way over to the shoes. Alice turns around with another pair of those red bottomed heels in her hand. "I've had my eye on these for two years. Deduct them from my points."
"This is how I'm returning the favor? Some fucking fetish rope and a pair of heels? And do I even want to know what the scissors are for?"
"The rope isn't for me. Come along now, lout."
"Oh," I perk up. I'm actually starting to sport a pretty nice chubby from the thought of her tying me up.
Once we're in the room, the rope is set on the bed with the scissors, then she turns on one foot to face me. "Undress me, then fetch me attire to my liking."
Yes, that fucking reminds me. I picked out this pink lace corset for her on a run one time. It's fancy as fuck and even has this pearl necklace fuckery hanging off the front of it. I got her the pink panties to match because I'm such a thoughtful fuck.
Her eyes light up in approval, and even more so when I tell her that I took the time to hand wash the shit for her because I know how anal she is. "This is lovely! Thank you for my gift, lout." Her hand runs up the fabric, then over the strung pearls pleased.
"At least I can use my perversion in a good way."
"I know you will use your perversion in a good way. Follow me to the other side of the room." She scoops up the rope, too.
Something isn't quite adding up about this shit. She's not stumbling once in those tall ass heels, nor does she seem the least bit drunk. "I don't understand. How are you sober and shit?"
"That's easily achieved when one doesn't drink."
"You've been sober this entire time?"
"Yes. My apologies for deceiving you."
"Sucking me off in front of everyone?"
"Correct."
"Damn, that's fucking hot. You just couldn't get enough of my dick, huh?"
She eases down on what used to be my chair until I became such a submissive fuck. The rope is set on the small table beside her and her leg extends outward. "Don't make me ask what you know should be expected of you."
Well, so much for not getting it up because it's a full fucking denim boner. I drop to one knee, scooping up her foot. I run my fingers down her calf, kissing the top of her foot before changing out her heel with her knew one. This is repeated with her other foot.
"That's a good lout."
"You should reward me for being so fucking accommodating."
"I have something more suitable than a reward."
"What's more suitable than a reward?"
"You tied up for my pleasure."
"What?" I bust out laughing. "I thought you were just fucking with me about that rope."
"Shall we begin? On both knees."
"I'm not trying to be cruel, but how are you going to tie me up with one hand?"
"I am efficient in everything I do."
This I gotta fucking see. "I tell you what, go ahead and tie me up. If I get free, I'm sticking my dick so far up your ass. If I can't get free, then you can do whatever you want. Aside from sticking something in my ass."
Alice scoffs under her breath. "Foolish bet, but I will agree to it."
Fuck yes. I can't wait to stuff that tight little hole.
"Remove your shirt. Then, hands behind your back."
"You're pretty good at this shit. I didn't realize you were such a kinky fuck."
"You tied up is quite the incentive."
"It better have been a certain former wife of mine that showed you this, and not a certain undead looking fuck."
"I also should have asked him tips on restraining your mouth. Joking," she smirks. "Not about your restrained mouth though."
"Fucking hilarious."
It takes her the better part of half an hour but she finally inspects her work pleased. "You may try now."
"I fucking goddamn guarantee you I can get out of this, and when I do, are you going to fucking get it."
"Define get it."
"You fucking know, Alice. All of Sanctuary will know."
"Confident. Though, as am I you will not escape."
At first, I give her the benefit of the doubt. I thought, with everything, it'd make her feel good that she can still accomplish things one handed but then my struggles start to get uncomfortable. Has she really fucking pulled this off? I can't move my arms at all!
Alice returns back to her throne with one of the biggest grins I have ever seen.
Fuck. "Okay, haha. You had your fun. Untie me."
"Lower your eyes from me, lout."
"Alice, I said untie me."
She breaks whatever character this is for a moment. "If it's really your desire to be untied, I will. Is that truly what you want?"
"Will you stop anytime I want you to?"
"Yes."
"What are the scissors for?"
"Safety. In case I am unable to free you from the restraints."
"Does this really turn you on? Me helpless like this."
"Negan, you're seeing this in a negative light. You are the one that has the power, not me. If you want me to stop, what do you do?"
"...say the word."
"Yes. Obvious reasons aside, being restrained this way emphasizes your chest and shoulders more which is pleasing to me."
"Well… I do know how wet my deltoids get you." After several moments of silence, and not knowing if I'm in way over my fucking head, I tell her to keep going.
"Very well. Lower your eyes from me, lout."
They shift side to side before they sink. Every time I start to look up, I'm given a glare. What I don't realize is for every time I look up, the time starts over. Which, for the record, two minutes of complete fucking silence as I stare at the floor is a long fucking time of doing fuck all. I thought I was going to lose my mind.
"Crawl to me on your knees, lout."
I know I've come far enough when I run into her heel from her leg being extended outward. There's something about the way it feels. I love when the plastic digs into my flesh.
"Pleasure me, lout."
"Ow," I grunt when I try to lean forward and she pushes me back. "I thought you wanted me to-"
"Don't unhinge that mandible unless you are spoken to. Your purpose is to serve me, lout."
I turn my head, pressing my lips to the side of her heel. I guess this is what she wants.
"Yes," she moans, confirming my thoughts.
Fuck, this is hot! My dick is already straining against my zipper as I continue to work my lips over the top of her foot and to her ankle.
"No. Pleasure every inch of my heel."
Of all the fucking things that turn me on, mouth fucking plastic isn't one. Well, I thought that, until she starts circling her fingers in a fury between her legs as she watches me. "Oh, goddamn, fuck me."
"That comes later."
Shit! My tongue curls around the stiletto part as I lick all the way to the bottom and back up again.
"Good," she pants. "Higher."
I enjoy the taste of her skin as my tongue and lips trail up her inner right leg.
Alice gently eases her panties down her legs only enough until I'm able to remove them with my teeth.
Once I spit them on the floor, I start kissing up her left leg.
She scoots to the edge of the chair and parts her legs. "Don't be shy."
I ain't fucking shy. I'm just trying to figure out how not to topple over being restrained. It's uncomfortable, but I manage to end up face first in perfectly tight pink. Fuck, it's all so neatly fucking in place. And smooth, so fucking smooth. I inhale her scent before my nose traces up her sensitive skin.
"Yes."
I touch my lips to everything, even that little swollen pearl. My tongue sweeps up her slit, then back down before I ease it inside her.
Alice reaches between her legs, using her fingers to push her lips apart as I lick up the middle.
Occasionally, I like to trail my tongue against her fingers as a tease, but that's when I get a heel in my back. I know she's getting closer to her release when she starts moving against my face. Her body is so receptive to my mouth as little whimpers leave her full lips.
"Lout," she moans.
I kiss her inner thigh, looking up at her before my tongue starts flicking against her warm center.
"Yes!"
My fucking my, aren't we responsive? I remember a time when this was forbidden, but she is running all down my chin and my shoulders have impressions from her heels. Now for my favorite sound.
"Oh!" Her hand leaves between her legs and wraps around the back of my head.
I might just suffocate, but what a way to fucking go! Goddamn! Come against my mouth, you little stoic fuck!
"Enough," she orders.
As I sit back on my knees, I take in the sight of her spread eagle, wet, and flushed. It's so fucking hot. I want another taste so bad, but I'm denied that.
Alice stands up, pressing her heel to the chair and kicking it so it slides across the room.
I'm startled when she starts tugging at the button of my pants.
Once it slides from my jeans, she yanks the zipper down and my hard length springs free. She dips her hands between her legs, then coats me with her arousal.
My eyebrows scoot together as her hand works up and down on me. Wait a second. Is she going to… "Fuck," I cry. Alice has gotten on her knees and is starting to fuck me doggystyle. Oh, Christ, that wet heat taking all of me in feels so fucking good. Fuck. I watch that beautiful ass bounce with each thrust. I'm so fucking helpless to do anything but let this woman fuck me.
Alice stares back at me over her shoulder as she does it. Her eyes have the sultriest look as her top teeth sink into her bottom lip. The control is arousing to her as well. "Do you enjoy being helpless, lout?"
"Yes, I fucking love it."
She reaches between her legs and massages my balls.
I grunt when she lightly slaps them.
"Remember your place, lout."
"Yes, Alice."
"You're pathetic."
"I'm pathetic, Alice."
"You better stay hard for me, lout."
I am in way the fuck over my head. Jesus fucking Christ, this is the hottest thing I have ever fucking done and that says a lot because I've fucked more than one woman at the same time before! Fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to come and she's going to be fucking pissed. Okay, think about how boring that fuckception was before you shoot a warm load into her and she keeps you tied up the rest of the night as punishment. Good god, man, you really are fucking pathetic but I love being her little bitch. To not have to make a decision for once. I remember something similar to this back in my days with Lucille. There was a woman in the brothel called Domme. She used to pull this kinda shit and I'd feel bad that it got me hard but it was so fucking hot.
"You wouldn't be in your head now, would you, lout?" She slows down her thrusts which make it even harder not to come.
"Alice, please let me come."
She shakes her head side to side.
Fuck!
"You belong to me."
"I belong to you, Alice."
Alice pushes back hard against me. "Ask me nicely."
"Fuck, Alice, may I come? Please?"
"Yes, you may, lout."
I want to fucking wait for her so the second I feel her tighten around me I release inside her. Considering the circumstances, I behave and don't let a single swear word leave my filthy fucking mouth. Which is actually more difficult than trying not to come. Instead, I give her harsh deep moans, trying my best to push against her thrusts.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cries, deepening her movements.
That's my girl! Take that dick! My eyes drop, watching my arousal everywhere. Shit! I moan once more when she moves away from me. What a fucking mess, but I can't do anything except let it drip on the floor. I wait on my fucking knees like this for several minutes while she's doing whatever the fuck it is she's doing by the bed. "Seriously? What the fuck are you doing over there?"
"Oh, my apologies. Would you have rather used your mouth to clean your arousal from me? That's what I thought. Be grateful."
Dammit. Damn her. "Yes, Alice."
She runs her knuckles down my cheek. "Are you sore?"
I shake my head no. "But will you take this rope off now?" Thankfully it doesn't take her as long to get the rope off as it did to restrain me. Alright, maybe I am sore. Well, more like stiff. And not the good kinda stiff either.
Alice massages my shoulder for me when she catches me starting to roll it.
"Thank you."
She touches her lips to my temple. "I love you."
"I love you, too, even though you're fucking mean."
"Judging by the amount of you I cleaned from me, you enjoyed it."
"Fuck me. Who are you and what have you done with my Alice?!"
Alice starts to coil the rope around a hanger in our closet as her lip tugs upward. "Remember when you asked if I read books about intercourse?"
"Yeah."
"I read one where this woman kept a diary of a bunch of sexual encounters she had like this with her husband. She called them scenes. This was one of them."
"No shit? Fuck. I gotta start reading more often!"
"There are a few more things in the book that I'd like to explore."
"Like anal?"
"Yes, we should get a strap on."
"Wait, what? I don't want you to fuck me in the ass."
"In the book, they called it pegging. She would peg her husband with-"
"No, and fucking no. What else was in that book?"
"Are you aware of Gates of Hell?"
"Why would I want to fucking try something called the gates of hell? That sounds miserable."
"It's a male chastity belt that has these rings that go over your-"
"Abso-fucking-lute-the-fuckly fucking not. No. Hell fucking no. No more fucking books for you."
"I think in time you'll grow to like it."
She's probably right, but I won't dare tell her that. Before she's putting anything up my ass, I'm fucking hers first. "Fuck, now I'm all fucking worked up again."
"Three times? I'm impressed."
"I haven't been this fucking hard since like two days ago."
Alice starts to laugh.
"Look, this probably sounds sappy as fuck, but I really enjoyed tonight. Even before we fucked. Your laugh, and how playful you were. God, you're fucking beautiful, Alice. I want you to know you mean so fucking much to me. That ain't the liquor talking. Shit, I sobered up once I had to start mouth fucking heels."
"Yes, you were a very good lout for me."
"God, that's fucking hot. Your dominant side gets my cock so fucking hard."
"Being submissive to me in the bedroom comes as no surprise. All day you order others around. This is an escape."
"Yes, order me around. I'll be your submissive fuck."
"I know you will."
A/N I wrote this fic called 'Non-NEGotiable' where Alice actually does peg Negan if you're interested or haven't read it. And, yes, that was a little nudge at RM from Beautiful Tragedy when Negan was talking to Bryan. No bacon was harmed in the making of this chapter.