Daphne turned towards Negan, the table separating their heated bodies feeling like a vast abyss. She put her hands flat on the smooth wooden surface, leaning forward to allow him an ample view of her cleavage.

"Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep after such an exciting day?" she teased, and he grinned wolfishly at her.

"I'm fuckin' beautiful whether I sleep or not." He mimicked her stance, and she tried to ignore the flex of his biceps as he leaned forward.

She would have fared much better had he been wearing his jacket.

Who was she kidding? No she wouldn't.

"I don't think that sore little ass of yours is in any fuckin' position to be disobeying me right now," Negan growled, noting that she hadn't moved to follow his command.

"You said when we got home you were going to worship every inch of me 'fucking proper'," Daphne pouted playfully. "Not spank me on a sewing table."

He'd been right that she was sore, but the image in her head of him bending her over right there made her wet. Was there nothing this man could do that wasn't sexy?

He leaned even closer. "I also said you'd fuckin' strip for me."

It took all of her willpower not to launch herself across the table right then and devour him. But she was quickly learning that this game they were playing was oh so fun.

"Then have a seat, sailor," she purred, and he took his bottom lip between his teeth with a tiny moan of appreciation. He snatched a chair from the stand behind him and parked it facing her, plopping down in it like the relaxed King that he was.

Daphne lifted a creamy thigh to rest on the table, reaching up to pull the elastic from her hair. She drew it tantalizingly slow down her long blonde locks, releasing the waves from their prison to cascade down her shoulders.

She laid on her back, perpendicular to him, and stretched both legs straight up into the air. She bent one, the fabric of her dress slipping up enough that he could glimpse white lace panties.

Negan smirked. As if she'd worn those without the intention of him seeing them.

She slowly unzipped the combat boot on her bent leg, hooded eyes watching him as she slid it from her foot. Beneath was a knee high white sock, and he chuckled. Professor and student, indeed.

Daphne stretched that leg up and bent the other, repeating the boot removal. Once finished, she sat up and turned towards him, feet dangling from the edge of the table.

She spread her legs, the skirt falling over his view of her panties, but his eyes were drawn up to her fingers hooking under one strap of her dress. She drew it ever so slowly down her shoulder, whimpering a little for effect, and Negan realized his cock was painfully hard.

She smiled slyly at the apparent bulge in his jeans and slid the opposite strap down, the dress only held up by the swell of her breasts. She ran her hands through her hair, tilting her head back, and took in a deep breath, causing her top to slip down around her waist.

Daphne feigned a surprised noise as her tits broke free of their prison. She danced her hands down her throat to drape over her chest, ghosting her fingers over her tight nipples. She moaned for real, the contact causing her pussy to clench in arousal.

The tenderness there was intense, but not unpleasant, bringing a rush of memories of Negan pounding her mercilessly.

He, too, was imagining the same moment, and it was taking every ounce of willpower not to slam her down and take her again. But he was very much enjoying this show, and wanted to see how far his little strawberry would take it.

Daphne's tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she pinched her nipples, and she rolled her hips. She clenched her thighs together for some friction and whined, causing Negan to groan softly in return.

She slid down to stand in front of him, dress bunched at her hips, and turned around. She bent over the table until her breasts were mashed against the wood, and reached back to slowly pull the dress down her legs.

Her ass was still pink from the day's ministrations, half covered in thin white satin. He could see the fabric covering her pussy was clearly wet, and he brought a fist to his mouth.

When she turned around to see him sitting uncomfortably, about to bite down on his own hand, she got down on her knees.

"Pull out your cock," she breathed.

"Fuck no, babe," Negan drawled, though his voice was hoarse. "I said I'd worship you, and I don't break my fuckin' promises." He stood and scooped her up with effortless grace, throwing her over his shoulder.

Daphne shrieked as her world turned upside down, and clutched the back of his shirt to try to steady herself.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he kicked open the marketplace doors, striding into the hallway. He just laughed in response, swatting her ass that bumped along next to his face.

When he started up a flight of stairs, she was pretty sure he was taking her up to his room. Which was a nice gesture save for the humiliating way he was transporting her and the fact that her clothes were strewn all over Nicola's floor.

Negan burst out of the stairwell into a hallway.

"Hey, boss, thanks for the avocado," Simon said, saluting him from a couch to the right. As they passed, he chuckled when he realized who the woman in the white panties was and waved. "Hi, Daphne."

She covered her face in embarrassment and laughed. "Hi Simon," she replied, voice muffled by her hands.

They disappeared around a corner and she pinched Negan's side as hard as she could.

"Ow, fuck!" he groaned as he started to trot up the last flight of stairs to his suite. "That's a surefire way to get yourself dropped on your fuckin' head, strawberry," he warned.

Daphne pouted and smacked his ass, earning her extra jostling as he jogged to his room. "You suck."

He kicked the door shut behind him and flipped her down onto his soft bed.

She meant to scowl up at him but the sexy grin on his face quashed her embarrassment and brought back her libido full force.

He smirked and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her lean legs with excruciating slowness. After dropping them on the floor he held her white clad ankle up, gently kissing the inside of her knee.

Negan drank her in with his eyes as he moved up her thigh, all heaving chest and hooded eyes. Her blonde hair splayed out around her head, a stark contrast to the black silk sheets. Her arms were at her sides, fingers clutching the sheets.

Daphne watched him lave her skin with his lips and couldn't believe this was same man that had taken her so roughly. He was staring at her with those amber eyes like she was a goddess to be savoured and her heart flip flopped in her chest.

He reached the bandage on her inner thigh and placed a sweet kiss there. He nipped at the sensitive skin above it and she gasped, bringing a mischievous smile to his face.

"I can't wait to see my fuckin' name scarred into this perfect skin," he murmured against her, and she thought she might die of arousal.

He lowered her leg to the bed and knelt of the floor, lips now so close to her pussy that she wanted to just shift into his mouth. He slid his hands around her hips and breathed in the scent of her, an intoxicating honeyed musk that promised ambrosia to his tongue.

"Now strawberry." Negan's voice was soft but laced with warning as his fingers tightened around her flesh. "Spanking that sweet little ass of yours didn't seem to teach you your fuckin' lesson." He placed a kiss to the opposite inner thigh and she fought against the urge to squirm.

"It did, it did," Daphne whimpered, not sure where he was going with this. But she was ready to say or do anything if he would just let her come, just take her clit into his perfect, beautiful mouth.

"Oh, but it didn't." He chuckled, and pulled her legs far enough apart, exposing her folds to his hot breath. "When I asked - no, fuckin' demanded - that you get the fuck over to me, you teased me with your sexy ass tits instead. That was a nut busting striptease for sure, babe, but when I tell you to get the fuck over here, I mean right this fuckin' second." He blew on her poor aching clit. "But I think you did it on purpose, strawberry. I think you want to fuckin' push me, see how far I'll take you."

She squirmed a little, keening at his words, giving him all the answer he needed.

"Yeah, strawberry, beneath that fuckin' hardass dominant facade you like being humiliated by me," he continued, and ran his tongue feather light up her clit, eliciting a surprised squeak. "You want me to fuckin' punish you, huh?"

"Please, Negan," Daphne moaned, desperation evident in her voice.

"You wanna fuckin' come all over my face, baby?" he growled, and she nodded, gripping the sheets and crying out her affirmative. "I'm gonna make you fuckin' come, and then I'm gonna keep making you come until you beg me to fuckin' stop."

The very idea of wanting him to stop touching her was so foreign that it made her stomach tighten. "I won't!"

He chuckled, breath tickling her just right, and it sent chills from her core to every extremity in her body.

"Challenge fucking accepted." And with that, Negan lowered his mouth to her needy clit, sucking it between his lips. She screeched and arched her back, and he growled into her cunt, the throaty vibration sending her crashing over the edge.

Daphne's orgasm hit her like a nuclear bomb, and she writhed against his merciless tongue like her life depended on it. He drew it out, movements slowing as her muscles relaxed, languidly lapping at her.

When she went limp into the sheets, Negan ran his tongue in slow arcs around the sensitive nub, massaging her thighs with his large hands. He was high off of the taste of her, this slice of heaven laid out in front of him to feast upon. She tasted like honey and spice and power and life and he wanted to stay buried in her forever.

She rolled her hips in time with his movements, regaining energy as he started to build another crescendo inside of her. He pulled her thighs wider, flattening his tongue against her to pulse it in delightful flickers.

She moaned low in her throat, overwhelmed with the sensation of his warm wet mouth. He flicked his tongue against her in rapid fire succession, her legs shaking with the force of the nerves dancing along her body.

Her belly tightened and she saw stars this time, pleasure licking at her like tendrils of flame consuming her body. She pulled at her hair as she shrieked her release, and he didn't stop moving against her as she rode the waves under his tongue.

Daphne's arms flopped to her sides, spent for the second time, but he didn't slow. She instinctively tried to wriggle her overly sensitive flesh away from him but he held her still.

Negan snaked a hand over her slick stomach to keep her in place and brought the other under his mouth to probe at her wet heat. He slid two fingers into her, curling them up towards him. He suckled at her clit and tears sprung to her eyes at the intense uncomfortable pleasure.

She hadn't thought that too many orgasms could ever be a punishment, but this was growing quickly into proving her wrong. He wasn't letting up and the burning storm brewing inside of her was almost painful.

She opened her mouth to protest but clamped it shut again, not wanting to give in so quickly. She tried to force herself to relax, but as his calloused fingers rubbed just the right spot a scream tore its way out of her throat.

He watched tears stream from her eyes as she came again, lower half twitching with the force of it. He replaced his tongue with his thumb, slowing the thrust of his fingers, and licked his lips.

"Had enough, strawberry?" he drawled, wolfish grin on his face.

She threw her head back and forth, stubbornness winning out.

"You fuckin' sure?" he hissed, crawling up onto the bed. His fingers continued their onslaught as he kissed up her stomach.

Daphne whimpered, twisting her hips, trying to disengage him from that amazing spot inside her that he'd found.

"Oh I don't fuckin' think so, baby," Negan said with a sly grin. He leaned over her, pressing her legs to the bed with his own as his fingers continued to work. He slid his free hand up over the swell of one perfect breast to rest on her throat, lowering his lips to nip at her flesh. "I told you how this fuckin' ends, and you're gonna beg me to stop making you come."

"Fuck you," she ground out, and reached up to pull at his hair.

He hissed with delight at the pain in his scalp and tightened his grip on her throat. "You think your tight little cunt could handle my cock again?" He had a wicked glint in his eye and she shrieked and shuddered, another orgasm rippling it's way through her lithe body. "Maybe I should fuck your ass instead," he purred, and she moaned, flushing at his words.

Daphne was losing her mind. She jerked his head back with one hand and smacked him clean across the face with the other.

He laughed maniacally, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

She hooked her legs around his back and clutched his shoulders, as if she was riding it out with him. He leaned down and bit into her collarbone, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop, oh goddddd..." she wailed, and he immediately removed his hands from her. In a swift motion, he flipped beside her, encircling her sweaty heaving body in his strong arms.

She buried her face in his chest, squeezing her thighs together, pussy still pulsing and sore but blissfully relieved to relax.

"You did so fuckin' well, baby," Negan whispered against her hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She slapped his arm weakly. "You're a tyrant," she murmured into the sweat dampened fabric of his shirt.

"You fuckin' love it," he drawled, and she grunted in reply.

He wasn't wrong.