This chapter is rated M

A grey day had turned into a grey evening, and by the time darkness fell over the expansive lots of the Sanctuary, there wasn't a soul left outside…

….not even Blake on this occasion. Although Negan wasn't to know this…sat up in his room for the last couple of hours, checking on the inventory and points system against numerous large ledgers.

Although he trusted his men to keep a close eye on things around here, and to make sure every single thing in this place was running smoothly, Negan every now and again, took it upon himself to check up on them too….scratching out figures that didn't quite add up, memorising names and making sure those responsible, were adequately punished for screwing up.

But the dark-haired Saviour was indeed so into his work this evening, he barely even noticed the sky outside grow dark, as droplets of water, illuminated only by the warm yellow lamplight inside the room, slid down his large window panes.

It was only when a loud rumble of thunder crashed across the sky above, did Negan even pause in what he was doing, glancing up at the ceiling ominously.

Although he barely had time to even dwell on this interruption, as though in sync with the thunder, there came a sudden soft knocking upon his door.

His chocolate eyes glanced quickly over to it, as he clenched his jaw together, waiting for it to be Dwight or Simon disturbing his peace as they so often did.

Negan grunted out a hard – "Yeah, come in", pausing for a short second or two before the large wooden door to his quarters swung open with a loud, carrying creak…

But Negan's lips almost instantly curved up into a wide grin, as his eyes settled on the figure in the doorway….looking like every fucking wet-dream he had had as a kid…and everything he pictured on long lovely nights jacking himself off too.

Her.

Blake.

There she was…a vision unlike anything Negan had seen in a long time.

For she stood there now, her curves draped in a clingy black satin dress, tied at the waist, with her long caramel hair ruffled and sexy-looking.

It looked like she had coated her long lashes in mascara and perhaps something else that made her green eyes sparkle now in the dim light. Her lips were stained slightly red, like they had been stung or bitten….all ripe and ready to be kissed by him.

Negan felt his dick stiffen almost instantly, pressing against his pants at the mere sight of her.

Sure, Negan had his wives who dressed up for him….in clothes he had given to them to wear….but this….

…Blake had chosen these clothes especially for him. Because she wanted him to see her in them. And that thought alone drove him, now, totally and utterly wild….

Negan's chest restricted slightly, drinking her all in, as he watched her press the door closed behind her with a snap, her lips curving up into a suggestive and naughty smile, as she pressed her back against the hard wood. Not making a move to come over towards him.

"Damn," he coaxed out from his mouth, before he could stop himself. "What have I done to deserve this?"

But Blake just continued to smile, her green eyes now fixed to his chocolate ones, as she shrugged her shoulders lightly.

"I just saw a couple of things in the marketplace I liked and thought you might like to see them?" she murmured out softy, tugging on her lip gently with her teeth.

Negan grinned.

"So is this a fuckin' fashion show or are you gonna treat me to strip tease, Doll-face?" Negan teased, slowly closing the large ledger still-propped open on his lap, before sliding it onto the coffee table before him.

But Blake let her eyes fall from his, momentarily, giving another shrug.

"Well it depends on how much you like them?" she said plucking at the clingy material at her waist, causing the dress to slip slightly around her leg, revealing a flash of thigh beneath.

Negan let out a growl.

Fuck. There was only one fucking reason she was here tonight wasn't there?

Negan very much liked this new found confidence she had… Not that it hadn't always been in there. But now, it was like a switch had been turned on inside her, with her finally realising that truly, she was a queen. And whatever she wanted, she could just take…for her own. Even him.

"Oh, Darlin'" said the dark-haired Saviour getting to his feet with a short groan. "I have a feelin' I'm gonna like that shit a lot!"

Negan bit down onto his bottom lip, his eyes flitting over every inch of her, as he paced across the room.

"Well I hope so," she said in an airy voice, wrinkling her nose slightly as she spoke, as her fingers moved to the knot tied in the front of her dress. "Because I had to use ALL my points to get these…."

And with that, her eyes meeting with his once again, Blake untied her dress, letting it fall open, to reveal a matching set, of the most gorgeous lacy black underwear Negan had ever seen….

Shit…she had fucking taken him, alright…

Blake lifted her chin, pressing her head back against the wooden door behind her, as she slipped her dress from her shoulders, letting it pool to the floor at her feet.

Here she was, baring herself to Negan….not for the first time, granted….but even so, she had done this for him tonight…because she had been unable to shake him from her thoughts all day.

The entire evening, Blake's mind had been on one thing, and one thing only after their tryst in the hallway earlier, and she had welcomed the interruption of rain as a good excuse to head, first to the marketplace, and then up to her room, with a few items in her hand she had had her eye on for a while.

And after at least a good hour of getting ready, here she was…

She sucked in a deep breath, as Negan's eyes grazed up and down her slender form, his lips parting, taking her all in.

She hadn't felt this good for a long time….about as close to what she had looked like before the apocalypse, glamorous and tall, with a good figure and perfectly blow-dried hair.

And as much as she had wanted Negan to see her like this, she could deny that she had equally done this for herself.

She was a queen…and she deserved this. She deserved pampering every once in a while, and she deserved a first pick of the new clothes down at the marketplace when she wanted.

The only thing she hadn't tonight been able to get her hands on, was a pair of high-heels in her size, and had instead padded down here barefoot, being careful not to tread on anything sharp or dangerous, that one of the men might have tracked in from outside.

Blake titled her head to the heavy sound of silence clinging to the air now, as she wet her bottom lip with her tongue, blinking her heavy eyelashes over at the dark-haired man in front of her.

She was done now, with not getting what she wanted.

Done with tears, and apologetic words….and dwelling on things that were over.

For tonight, all she wanted was the company of one person. One person who made her feel better than anyone else in this world.

And from the look plastered across his features at this second, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

"Jesus, fucking Christ," said Negan in a needy voice, his hungry eyes travelling over her breasts, her stomach, her legs, and down to the space between them, as he soon closed the gap between the pair of them. "I'm gonna need that fucking mouth of yours now, Darlin'."

His voice had a hard edge to it, and Blake stared up into his eyes as his gaze caught hers, seeing something wolf-like in them.

Blake gave a slow nod, conveying that she was oh-so willing to comply with him now.

But she could already tell, with the look he returned back to her, this wasn't going to be like the sex the pair had shared only this morning….intimate and needy…

This was already something far more dominant and intoxicating, with Negan's eyes darkening with lust, his brow furrowing, as he came to stop just an inch or two away from her now.

Blake could already smell him…his heat, his musk, his perspiration, delicious in her nose.

He was her mate. Hers only.

And with blood coursing through her veins, and a heat pooling in those lacy panties of hers, right now, she would have been willing to tear apart any other woman that got in her way of him.

Negan's calloused hand reached for her chin, his thumb dragging it way over her bottom lip a little roughly, as he pressed himself against her, the zipper of his leather jacket grazing over her bare abdomen.

But Blake couldn't take her eyes off of him now, just waiting for him to kiss her….waiting for him to take her mouth as he had requested.

But Negan, on this occasion, had other ideas, lowering his own chin towards her, his face set.

"On your knees, Princess," he growled out bluntly.

And Blake could only blink for a moment, a little taken aback by his request, before immediately complying, as though she was a scolded puppy. His pet.

But she liked this new game….

….a lot.

And so, doing as she was told, the caramel-blonde woman slid down the narrow space Negan had left between her and the wall, getting carefully to her knees, as his hand's slid down to his own belt chuckle.

He hadn't even touched her yet…but Blake could feel herself getting wet for him. Watching, as the dark-haired Saviour, un-looped his leather belt, before pulling down the zipper on his pants, just like Blake had almost been about to do earlier today.

He didn't bother inching down his pants even a little, instead grasping inside for his dick and pulling it out, it springing easily from its confinements, hovering in front of Blake's face now, like a treat ready to be devoured.

She glanced up for a long moment, her eyes meeting with Negan's, before she shifted herself forwards slightly, reaching up, and grasping his hard length in her hand.

She gave it a couple of slow pumps, her fingers tensing around it, already feeling sticky pre-cum leaking from his engorged tip…

…before she licked at her lips, and, without warning, took his head in her mouth.

She could hear from above her, Negan give a hard grunt at the contact, as Blake swirled her tongue against his end, licking the cum from the tip expertly, and smacking her lips together wetly.

"Oh, you're a bad fuckin' girl, suckin' Daddy so well," the dark-haired man growled out from above her, as Blake felt his fingers tangle themselves into her hair.

But that only prompted Blake to dip her head, taking his dick fully into her mouth, her lips running down his entire length, before she pulled back, and repeated the motion two or three more times.

The way he was talking to her was driving her crazy, as she felt her own messy cream soaking through her black lacy panties and onto her leg.

He tasted oh-so good now as Blake jerked him off him, making the most wet, delicious-sounding noises, as she licked at his head like a lollypop.

At that, Negan bucked his hips into her mouth harshly.

"That's it, Peaches," Negan grunted. "Nnnnffff, keep goin'."

Blake felt Negan's cock twitch in her mouth now, as she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft. But a moment later, he had shifted his feet forwards and grasped a handful of her hair tightly, thrusting his hips towards her again.

"Mmmmffff, I love usin' your mouth like this, Sweetheart," he said wholly fucking her mouth now, as Blake tried not to gag at the contact between his cock and the back of her throat.

He could hear him breathing hard above her now, as she caught her own breath just enough to look up at him, to find his eyes closed, a frown glazed across his temples.

He groaned out again, hard, relenting a little and allowing Blake to take control again now, as her hand did most of the work, pumping his cock up and down, as her lips and tongue swirled around his throbbing head.

"Holy fuckin' shit," breathed Negan at the sensation. "I'm gonna cum all over that pretty tongue of yours., Sweetheart. Are you ready to taste Daddy's load?"

Blake looked up again to see Negan's eyes on hers now, obviously enjoying seeing her in this submissive state, pleasing him with her mouth.

She pulled back for a moment, giving a gentle obedient nod, as a frowning Negan reached down for his cock, taking it in his hand and pumping hard at his ample length.

And Blake could only open her mouth, revealing her tongue, just in time, for Negan's hips to buckle slightly as he orgasmed, coating her flat tongue with, stream-upon stream, of hot white cum.

Negan groaned out, easing himself forward into the balls of his feet and making sure he was well and truly spent, before coaxing his dick from her mouth.

Blake hovered there for a moment, her lips and tongue drenched in Negan's hot ejaculate, as the dark-haired Savour stared down at her now.

"You gonna lick every drop of that up, Darlin'?" he growled, as his hand fell to her chin again, lifting her face up to face him so that he could admire just what he had done to her.

And what a mess he had made too…

But she just smiled naughtily now, wrinkling her nose, before sucking her lips into her mouth, making sure she did as she was told and gulping down every last thread of Negan's cum.

She knew that she probably wouldn't have let anyone else talk to her the way he just had, or do the things to her he just had either….

….but there was something about the looming leader of the Saviours, that fed every primal urge she had…..

He grinned down at her admiringly now, that smug, shit-eating smirk drifting its way over his face, as he did as he had done earlier, dragging him thumb over her bottom lip, making sure she had complied with his wishes.

"That's my fuckin' girl," he purred out in a low voice, letting a small whining chuckle leave his throat, as he lifted his chin - beckoning for her to stand.

It was only when Blake moved did she realise just what he had done to her, feeling wetter than she ever had ever done before.

She stood now, but had barely made it to her feet, when she felt Negan's fingers slide their way down between her legs, finding that wetness.

She saw him catch his lips between his teeth now, shaking his head at her.

"Oh, that make you wet, Sweetheart? Did suckin' Daddy's dick make you wet?" he said questioningly, as his fingers slid their way past the lacy fabric that coated her pussy, dipping inside of her hot folds instead.

Blake let out a needy nod now, almost whimpering out, desperate for his touch.

For she had pleased him so well…but now it was her turn, the lustful look returning to Negan's eyes, as he grinned smugly down at her…

…still denying her any sort of kiss she so longed for…

But this was a dynamic she was enjoying. Far from the her dominant stance during their session this morning.

Now Negan was the one in control. And that was something she definitely wanted from him right now.

She licked at her lips, drawing Negan's eyes there almost immediately, as his digits skimmed over her throbbing clit, his fingers already coated in her wetness.

His other hand reached her jaw now, before sliding swiftly down her neck, to her shoulders, to her sides, as he took in her pretty underwear…his touch hovering ether for a brief second or two.

"Did I ever tell you how fuckin' gorgeous you are?" Negan said suddenly, giving an approving frown. "And this lingerie? Fuck me...I think I'm gonna have you keep these on, Peaches."

And at his words, Blake couldn't help but smile, the dynamic changing between them slightly now, as Blake stared up into his chocolate eyes, to see Negan catch her look, and immediately smile back.

She felt her entire body un-tense now, and whether it was the sensation of Negan fingering her, or the way he was staring at her …she felt more happy now, than she had done in a long time.

Like she had finally found her place….

Where she wanted to be in the world….

No, ok, she wouldn't be one of Negan's wives. She didn't want to be labelled like that.

But there was, and always would be, a connection between them..

A connection she had never ever shared with anyone else…

And from the look on his face, Negan felt that too, as he wet his lips with his tongue and leaned into her….

….his mouth gently grazing hers…

Blake lifted her hands to his chest now, curling her fingers around the lapels of his jacket, as he pressed her into the door behind her.

Fuck, she wanted him…..no, she needed him…...feeling him pull his hand up from her pussy suddenly, pulling his lips away from her, and playfully holding his glistening fingers to her mouth.

Blake smirked, blinking up at the dark-haired man for a brief moment, before suddenly grasping his palm and sucking each digit clean of her juices.

She tasted good…fresh and sweet….like honey and oranges…

And Negan's grin widened now, revealing his side set of white teeth in a wolfish manner, before he pressed himself into her, hovering his face to her ear.

"Oh I think Daddy is gonna have to get himself some of that..." he groaned, in what was barely a whisper, but still managed to almost make Blake come undone, a she gave a moan, her fingers tensing around his forearm now, her nails digging into the stiff material covering his skin.

And Blake could only smile, barely even having the chance to blink, as Negan giving a sharp and guttural growl, pulling back, his face hovering just a mere breath away from hers.

But this time he did not make a move to kiss her, instead saying just three delicious words that were enough to make Blake smile, vixen-like, her heart pounding hard in her chest.

"Bed…now, Darlin'."

Blake let a gulp trail down her slender throat, as she slowly slid past Negan, moving over to his large four poster bed, before lowering herself down onto the soft luxurious sheets below her.

They had been changed since this morning, the bed made perfectly, with fresh white coverings that starkly contrasted Blake and her lacy black underwear now, as she sat near to the edge…waiting…

But it wasn't even a second later, that Negan joined her, removing his jacket and tossing it down onto the back of the couch nearby.

And in an instant, to her delight, he had grasped both of her thighs, shucking the caramel-blonde woman further up the bed, before dipping his head, his hands lingering at her legs, parting them widely so that he could gain better access to her soaked pussy.

His face made immediately for the lacy material at her hot mound, ignoring every other part of her body completely.

Normally Blake might have missed the teasing kisses and touches that Negan had provided her with in the past…but she knew right now what she wanted, just as he had, lifting her ass off the bed needily.

Negan glanced up at her, cocking an eye in her direction, smirking now, but didn't say a word,as his fingers trailed down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, pulling aside the damp lace material of her panties.

He had kept his word about keeping her underwear on, but Blake barely had time to dwell on this, as she felt Negan's hot breath trickle over her exposed slit.

Fuck…

Blake closed her eyes, a lump appearing hard and painful in her throat.

"Please, Neeeegan…" she breathed out quietly before she could stop herself.

And, as if urged on by the sound of his own name escaping her lips, Blake sighed softly, feeling Negan press a single lingering kiss to her delicate clit.

Her fingers tensed around the white sheet's at her side, her stomach convulsing at the sensation.

Fuck, it felt god to have him doing this to her again…after so long.

She dropped her head back against the mattress beneath her now, as Negan licked slowly down the full length of her sopping wet cunt, dragging his tongue languidly in and out of her hot folds.

She gave a gasp, her fingers travelling down into Negan's dark hair.

He paused for an instant at the contact, but Blake was too preoccupied to care, as after a moment he carried on his work…

…allowing two fingers to join his tongue.

Blake already knowing how close she had already been, just by his words….had to hold herself back, trying not to cum too early.

Enjoying every single tingling sensation Negan provided her with.

She smiled to herself now, groaning out a little, and lifting her free hand to her face….thinking on the fact that this was probably the longest she had heard the leader of the Saviour's be silent for, in a long, long time…

But her thoughts were torn away from this, as his two fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt and his tongue darted over her sensitive nub, bringing her teetering along the edge of ecstasy.

And it didn't even take a minute, for Blake, with carefully preened hair, now tangled….

… with stained lips, now smeared and breathless…

… with perfect lingerie, now damp, with bra straps hanging down off of her shoulder carelessly…

…for her to finally part her lips, mewling out, as Negan's tongue worked her over the edge….

…..where she came, hard….

….. a frown littering her brow, as she gazed desperately up at the bed frame above….

….her walls convulsing and her back arching…

…moaning out Negan's name, in sheer, delicious agony.

More to come soon, if you like more that is? Cuddles anyone?

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