My word had barely filled his ears when his lips claim mine, catching me by surprise. Large hands grip my waist, pulling me from my spot on the couch until I was properly re-situated on his lap. I clutch onto the sides of his cotton shirt, for stability, while also pulling our bodies closer together.

At this point, I succumb to my body's natural desires. As much as it churns my stomach to admit it – I want this. Negan is damn near giddy when he noticed his tactics working. I tried to deny it - that his touch alone had me melting into his embrace unlike any other man that I've been with. That for once, I trust him when he says that he will be gentle with me and that for a change, he will take care of me. Here I am in the most vulnerable state that I've been in with the man who has the absolute power to tarnish the lives of my father and I in one fell swoop. This must be done, and I'm okay with that.

"You have no idea how fuckin' long I've waited to hear you say 'yes'," Negan breathlessly spoke in between each fervent kiss. He brings a hand to gently rest on the back of my neck, just below the collar, tilting my head upwards as he traces a line of kisses along my jaw. The abrasiveness of his stubble lightly prickling against my delicate flesh in the process.

Wanting to do a bit of exploring of my own, I reach out and carefully glide my fingertips over Negan's form. It was evident that Negan was a fit man, I just never realized how fit until now. His physique is one that both men and women envy – men aspire to possess a similar build, while women lust for a man such as this. Broad shoulders, taut stomach, and having a firmness to his form that begged to be touched. Even through his shirt, I feel the defined muscles of his body tense and relax under my touch.

Because of my inexperience, I follow Negan's lead, allowing him to set the pace and tone. He stays true to his word, taking things slow and gentle - a stark contrast to the frenzied groping that occurred before the new terms were set. Negan now handled me as if I were a delicate gem that could shatter under the slightest pressure.

I found myself lost in every graze of his fingertips against my sensitive skin as they roamed over me. It's as if my body was a roadmap that Negan knew from end to end. Knowing exactly where to caress, squeeze, or gently pinch to cause a hymn of sweet melodies to spill from me.

Goosebumps dance over my flesh as he brushes his hands down my sides. Negan meticulously follows every dip and curve of my petite form down to my hips, until coming to rest on my backside, a hand palming each clothed cheek. Negan pauses, his eyebrows raised in question – silently gauging my comfort level.

Without hesitation, I intertwine my fingers in his unruly curls, crashing our lips together. Negan is quick to take control, flicking his tongue against my own, enticing me to play his game. I gladly oblige, stroking my tongue against his and occasionally nipping at his bottom lip. I quickly notice the action seemed to spur him on even more.

His grip tightens on my ass as he begins rocking me against himself, grinding his hips and growing bulge against my core with each motion. One hand freely tugs at his locks in pure desire, while the other roams his toned back. The friction from his gyrating alone damn near has me coming undone in his lap. Just as I'm about to find my release, Negan stills beneath me, a sly grin on his face.

"What? I can't have you spoiling your dinner on the damn appetizer," Negan snickers at the pout on my face.

Despite his comments, I know that it won't take much more to send me over the edge. I shamelessly continue my movements against his hips, longing for even an ounce of friction.

Slap!

A yelp catches in my throat when Negan's palm connects with my ass, the stinging blow ceasing my movements at once. The action surprising me more than causing any pain.

Negan wags his finger in front of me, shaking his head in disapproval. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone is motherfucking impatient, aren't they? My poor pup is so sexually flustered that she practically has to resort to humping my leg to get off." He mocks in a babying manner, lightly pinching my face the way adults do infants.

My cheeks turn as crimson as Negan's scarf in embarrassment. The man has barely touched me and I've lost nearly all control. "So, what is it that you want so badly, hm?" Negan probes. He subtly shifts underneath me, garnering the slightest bit of friction between us two.

I bite my lip in defiance and restraint, stifling back a whimper. Refusing to stroke his ego even more, while also wanting to hang onto the shred of pride that I have left.

Sensing my waiving resolve, Negan continues. "Oh, nothing to say? You know, I think it may have had something to do with this -." On cue, Negan thrusts his hips upward grazing a bundle of nerves deep within me that cascades a wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. He only chuckles when all I can do is utter a string of profanities to keep myself together. I was like putty in his hands, and he knew it.

"Negan…," I plead in impatience and irritation. Of course, he's not playing fair. The sensations that I've felt are like nothing that I've experienced before. I want more. I need more.

A part of me feels like this is payback for all the waiting I forced him to go through. Days of keeping him at bay, even after the agreement was struck for clemency. He wanted me to feel how he had felt, how hard it was for him to be so damn restrained. God damn him!

"Come on, sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. I need you to talk to me. Tell me what you want." Negan cups my cheek, tracing small circles with his thumb as if to coax a sufficient response from me.

I can't will myself to say it. Despite Negan's persistence to bring the words forward, they remain lodged in my throat.

The corner of his mouth raises into a smirk, no doubt enjoying seeing me squirm and internally deliberate the matter. He knows how strong willed I am and that having to verbally affirm what I want from him only bruises my ego even more. Even in this situation, Negan makes sure to assert his control and dominance – he still holds the power.

Negan lounges back into the sofa and places his hands behind his head. "I can do this all damn day," he drawls. Toying with me as I glare back at him.

I release a defeated sigh, knowing damn well that I will never outlast Negan in this standoff. "I want you…," I mutter in frustration. I fold my arms across my chest, sounding more like a whiny child than anything.

Negan quirks an eyebrow and brings a hand forward to cup his ear. "What was that? I didn't fuckin' catch that. How about you try again?"

My initial urge is to roll my eyes, but I don't want to push my luck with the sass. Taking a deep breath, I push aside my pride. Choosing instead to sincerely repeat my comment, remembering that my full cooperation in this matter is a part of the deal as well.

His pearly whites are on proud display from his wicked grin. "Was that so hard?"

Negan leans forward, placing a chaste kiss to my lips. Having heard the magic words, he wraps an arm around my waist and proceeds to stands up. On instinct, I clutch him once again, my head resting on his shoulder.

As the soles of Negan's bare feet pad against the hardwood floors towards the bedroom, my focus redirects to the booming sound of my heart beating in my ears. The erratic thumping no doubt from both anxious anticipation and need. The closer we get to his room, the more real this becomes. It only intensifies when we cross the threshold into his room, my eyes instantly drifting to the bed. Despite the confidence and forwardness I had previously displayed, my muscles absentmindedly tense and cling to Negan even tighter as I fail to hide my apprehension. No matter how hard I try to fight it, the natural insecurities and fears associated with what was about to come wash over me. Feelings that would occur regardless of who my 'partner' was.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Negan soothes in my ear, taking notice of my rising nervousness. He halts upon reaching the bed and tosses the comforter aside, all the while securely holding onto me with his other arm. "I'm just gonna lay you down, okay?" When he hears my hushed reply, I'm lowered onto the middle of his king-sized bed.

I shimmy into a comfortable position on my back. Negan eases down beside me, situating himself to where he's propped up on his side. Not knowing what to do, I focus on steadying my breathing, attempting to suppress my nerves as I wait for Negan's direction. For a moment, we remain there in silence – my concerned eyes meeting his hazel orbs that projected a sense of warmth and tenderness.

Negan smiles down at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Just so you know, your poker face fucking sucks," Negan teases, calling me out on my bullshit. "I don't expect ya to fake it just because you agreed to do this shit. If you're scared, then tell me that you're scared." Negan's tone is gentle and understanding.

"I'm not scared… Just a bit nervous. This is all new to me," my voice trails off. I turn my head slightly, breaking our gaze.

"Honey, I'd be worried if you weren't at least a tad bit hesitant about this shit. Women find out that I can be a lot to handle in more ways than one.' Negan lightly chuckles when my eyes unconsciously drift down his frame to the growing erection begging to be freed from the confines of his sweatpants.

'I would love to flip your ass over and bury every inch of my already hard-as-fuck dick inside you right now, but I know that you're not ready for all that just yet," a hint of disappointment lingers in his tone. "So, we're going to take this nice and slow, work our way up to that. How does that sound?"

Despite the blunt crudeness of his comments, I'm relieved of Negan's understanding of my current predicament. "I'm okay with that," I answer after a moment, nodding my head.

Negan caresses my cheek in approval before lowering his lips onto mine. The bed dips as Negan repositions himself above me, most of his weight now supported by a forearm on either side of my head. The change in positioning grants me the opportunity to admire the view above me. A thin sheen of sweat already coats his forehead, no doubt from having to restrain himself for such a long period of time. Eyes that are blown in pure lust hungrily roam from my plump lips down to my breasts, before returning to me. Negan flashes a mischievous grin and seductively glides his tongue along his upper lip.

"What?" I cautiously question. Eyeing him with uncertainty.

"Just thinking about how much I'm going to fuckin' enjoy this." A hand finds my waist and slowly roams upwards, slipping underneath my shirt and bra. I arch into his touch as Negan palms my right breast, gently squeezing and massaging the sensitive flesh. "You like that? You like the way your tits fit perfectly in my hands like they were fuckin' made for me?" Negan gruffly whispers as he nips and kisses an imaginary trail along the side of my neck. An area that he has quickly realized is a weakness of mine.

More than once, Negan warns me to lay still, but his tediously slow and relentless fondling has me keening for more. He alternates between each breast, making sure to show equal attention. It's when he captures a nipple in between two fingers, giving it a slight tug, does a sultriest moan escape me.

"Bingo."

I settle my head onto the mattress and squeeze my eyes shut. My focus split from sensations of my nipples hardening under Negan's touch, to the steady heat building between my legs.

A small whimper leaves my lips when Negan unexpectedly removes his hand from my breast, the warmth of his touch instantly being missed. He hooks an arm around my back and sits up, bringing me into a sitting position in front of him in the process.

"What are you –."

"Shhh," Negan hushes, silencing me with a chaste kiss. "Less talking, more stripping."

Without another word, Negan nonchalantly shrugs off his t-shirt, revealing the toned body that I had suspected earlier. His muscle definition is obvious, but not excessive. His pecs and upper body being the most defined – I suspect from repeated workouts with Lucille. His stomach is toned, but not in your typical 'washboard abs' fashion. The balance suiting him nicely.

I spot various tattoos adorned on his body – a cross on his right shoulder, a western gun on his forearm, and even a chest tattoo. I raise a tentative hand, encouraged by a slight nod from Negan, and trace the outline of a tattoo on his chest, admiring the aged artwork.

Negan is patient with me and allows my exploration as my fingertips glide over the salt 'n peppered hairs that run across his chest and converge down his torso. Negan's chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm under my touch as he watches me with a slight grin.

A shiver surges through me when his fingertips slip underneath the hem of my shirt, lightly grazing the skin underneath.

"Let's get this shit off you."

I hesitantly raise my arms, allowing the garment to be pulled off. Tossing the shirt onto the floor, Negan grips the headboard and admires the view before him. I see his eyes taking in everything from my dips and curves, to how my brown locks drape my shoulders, framing my breasts.

I immediately feel too exposed and cross my arms over my chest in an effort to cover up.

"No need to be bashful, doll. The view is pretty damn amazing from where I am." Negan gnaws on his lower lip, his eyes traveling up and down my frame. I stay silent, keeping my head down and eyes focused on the bed, while I tighten my arms around myself as a makeshift shield.

In one swift motion, Negan grabs a wrist in each hand and pushes me back down on the mattress. He re-situates to where he's comfortably straddling my hips while lightly pinning my wrists above my head, leaving my upper body exposed.

Though the position isn't painful in any way, it's uncomfortable in the sense that Negan has stripped away my makeshift covering of modesty. I writhe beneath him with hopes of swaying him off balance, but it isn't enough to jostle his weight off me.

"Don't."

The order from him is gentle, yet authoritative, and is enough to convince me to still beneath him. "Hell no. None of that shit is gonna fly," Negan lightly chastises. "I want to see you, every damn inch of you. You're fucking hot as shit and there's no reason for you to hide yourself from me. Do you understand?'

"Yes, sir," I mumble solely out of habit.

"What is it?' Negan probes, growing slightly frustrated. "You not used to real men admiring you for more than what's between your legs? Darlin,' let me make myself clear, your fine ass had my dick harder than steel the first day I saw ya. The only thing that stopped me from whipping it out right then and there was your pops. Then again, I don't usually mind a show…," Negan pauses and takes a breath to refocus. "I want all of you, not just to be a selfish ass, but because I know the things that I can make you feel once you let go and give me full reign." Negan's tone takes on a huskiness. "And I'm about to show you."

Negan unexpectedly releases my wrists and moves to where his head is hovering right above my abdomen. Seeming to predict my impending movement, Negan interjects, "Keep those pretty hands above your head, doll. Wouldn't wanna have to strap 'em to the headboard with my belt." The muscles in my arms go rigid at his words, eliciting a sly grin from Negan.

Satisfied with my submission, Negan dips his head and places a soft kiss to my bare flesh. His lips follow an imaginary trail, peppering featherlike kisses along my torso as his skilled hands caress my curves. My fingers claw at the sheets, my own pleasure building as he ascended. The occasional scratch of his stubble sends a surge directly to my core, causing my legs to clench together to contain the building heat.

I fight to keep my hands above my head as Negan's teeth sink into the soft flesh right below my clothed breast, followed by a slow swipe of his tongue, soothing the area. When I don't object the action, he repeats it on the opposite side. Oddly enough, the mixture of pain and pleasure seems to be an intoxicating combination – one that I can predict will be explored soon enough.

Negan's sensual devouring completely distracted me from, and soon eliminated, my prior inner-concerns with stripping away my clothed barriers. I found myself unashamedly wanting more. Placing my hands on his back, I attempt to coax him further north towards my breast, longing to feel what his skillful mouth could do. Always the asshole, Negan forces me to wait, teasing me in the process by reaching just below the area I longed for him to touch and then retreating, his tongue trailing down towards my naval. He chuckles upon hearing my sighs of protest.

Having grown tired of his shenanigans, and riding a new wave of confidence, I reach up and press a hand to Negan's bare chest, pushing him off me. Free of his weight, I sit up and snake my arms around my back, my fingers at once finding the clasp to my bra. Negan's initial look of confusion from being unceremoniously removed from me switches to absolute disbelief as the straps of the thin fabric slowly fall from my arms, revealing my breasts. I toss the garment across the room and turn back towards Negan. Though baring all in front of him, my arms stay comfortably at my sides as he continues to look upon me in utter bewilderment at my actions.

Chills adorn my body as Negan ever-so-lightly brushes a fingertip from the leather around my neck, down my collarbone, to my breasts – admiring the unbelievable scene before him. "Such a brave pup," he praises, understanding the weight of my decision, before bringing his lips to mine. Desiring his touch, I lean back onto the mattress, carrying Negan with me to where his body is draped over my own.

"Negan," I impatiently plead when he resumes his wayward kissing, all the while purposefully straying away from my breasts.

"You know the drill, darlin'. Last time I checked, I wasn't a fuckin' mind reader, so you have to tell me what you want like a big girl."

Not this shit again. I can already predict that Negan will continue this tactic the further along we go.

"Please, Negan, touch me," the words breathlessly spill out. Unlike earlier, the lust-filled high that I'm currently riding overshadows the minuscule blemish to my dignity.

Being the generous man that he is, Negan does not milk the routine any longer. A long moan leaves my lips as his hot mouth encases a nipple. His tongue flicks over the sensitive nub while a hand mimics the same motions on the other breast, causing me to shudder beneath him in need.

Without the barrier of my bra, I'm able to experience the full extent of Negan's touch as his large hand palms my breast and slowly kneads the soft tissue. Simultaneously, sloppy kisses and love-bites are peppered over the opposite mound, the fine line of pain and pleasure being tread. I hiss as Negan nips a bit too hard into my flesh, something that is sure to leave a mark. "Oops, got a bit ahead of myself," Negan states apologetically, lightly blowing on the abrasion to soothe the skin.

The hand that had been on my breast wanders down towards my hip, before slipping underneath the waistband of my basketball shorts.

"What are you….? Fuck - !"

My thought is utterly lost when Negan brushes a finger across my clothed sex, the sensations causing my toes to curl at once. I buck against his hand, silently implying for him to continue once more. He is more than happy to oblige, relishing in how worked up he has gotten me.

"I think that's a helluva sign that we need to keep this train-a-moving. Keeping myself from burying all eight inches of me inside of you is like trying to keep a predator from its goddamn dinner." Negan grinds his hard member against me. "Eventually, nothing can rein in those beasts and stop them from getting exactly what they want,' Negan growls. The vibrations reverberating from his chest as his patience and resistance wear thin.

'Right now, I want you. And judging by the fact that your panties are completely soaked right now, I'd say that you fuckin' want me too." My cheeks blush as Negan removes his hand and proudly displays his fingers, glistening in my arousal. "You ready for me, baby?" Negan purrs in my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe.

"Yes," I shakily answer. A wicked grin creeps across Negan's face. In an instant, he's straddling my lower half, fingers already curled under the band of my shorts, ready to shed them away. Negan casts one final questioning look my way, ensuring that this is in fact what I want, to which I reply with a swift nod of my head. The cool air prickles across my exposed skin as both my shorts and underwear are eased down my smooth legs. Negan aimlessly tosses the garments over his shoulder, his attention never once leaving me.

I can't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable lying fully exposed before Negan. My initial urge is to cover myself the best I can, though I'm fully aware that Negan would not tolerate that. Instead, I choose to bask in my insecurities, knowing that this is a position that I must become accustomed to.

"Are you just going to stand there with your mouth wide open?" I casually joke to relax myself a bit.

Clearly amused, Negan's lip quirks up into a smirk. "Oh, I can think of a thing or two that I can do with this mouth," he's quick to retort, dancing his tongue across his upper lip. My thighs press together at his words, struggling to contain my arousal. Before I can register what I'm saying, the words spill out. "Show me, then."

Not needing anymore direction, Negan places a hand on my inner thigh and eases my legs apart. I fully expect him to lose all self-control at this point, especially with his mind overrun by lust. However, Negan's motions are slow and deliberate as soft kisses are adorned to my flesh – beginning at the back of my knee, before ascending towards my inner thigh. His touch is intoxicating against the unexplored regions of my being. My chest heaves harder and harder the closer Negan's skilled mouth gets to my core, only for him to slyly divert his path, refusing my silent request. He continues to tease me like that until finally having mercy and giving in.

I grip the sheets to restrain myself from screaming in pure ecstasy when the first swipe of his tongue passes through my folds. Occasionally, his tongue would flick my clit causing a pitched squeal to escape me. The overgrown stubble of his moustache and beard rub against my inner thighs and core with each pass of his tongue. Negan's grip digs into my hips as he struggles to keep me still against him.

I whimper in need when Negan suddenly pulls away and meets my lust blown eyes. "I'm gonna need you to relax for this one, darlin'. I need to stretch you out a bit – my thick cock won't come close to fitting inside your tight-as-fuck pussy if I don't," he explains. Negan waits until I acknowledge his statements before resuming.

The first finger glides in smoothly, thanks to the fact that I was already pretty damn wet to begin with. Negan slowly pumps the digit in and out, giving me ample time to adjust before introducing a second. However, I feel the muscles within me tense in discomfort when he adds a second finger and begins a scissoring motion to loosen my tight inner muscles. "Shhh… Just relax, baby," Negan soothes, tenderly rubbing a hand over my stomach. "I promise, you won't want me to fuckin' stop in a minute."

Despite the foreignness of what I was feeling, I clench my eyes shut and internally will my body to relax. Negan aids in my endeavors, placing butterfly kisses to my right and left inner thigh, while his free hand reaches up and massages my breasts.

A simple change in his angling causes Negan's fingers to brush against a bundle of nerves, coursing a breathtaking wave of pleasure throughout my body. My hips desperately arch closer to Negan, wanting to feel more of him. "That's what I was waiting for…," Negan mutters in approval. Negan crooks his fingers in the desired fashion and commences a ruthless pace, repeatedly grazing the area.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck –," I mindlessly repeat, flailing my arms in search of something to grip onto to help contain the building pressure within me. The addition of a third finger would've been enough to finish me then and there, but Negan slows his pace, forbidding my release. I groan both in pleasure and irritation from being refused my release once again.

"Hey, don't get all pissy with me. This is all a part of the fun." Negan winks before slowly removing his fingers from me, leaving me empty and panting for more. "Besides, I'd rather wait and feel that pussy of yours clamp down on my dick and milk me dry."

My eyes stay transfixed on the man before me as he rises off the bed. Negan grips the band of his sweatpants, effortlessly shrugging the fabric off his toned legs, revealing a pair of dark red boxers with a prominent bulge begging to be released.

Negan saunters over to his nightstand in all his glory and retrieves a condom packet and a small bottle of lube from the drawer.

"You wanna give me a hand, doll?" Negan flashes the packet, tossing it in my direction.

I pick up the foil packet and crawl to the foot of the bed, where Negan is patiently waiting. My hands tremble the slightest bit as I reach forward and slowly ease Negan's boxers down until they fall to the floor. Free from the confines of his shorts, Negan's fully erect member slaps against his lower abdomen, its thick head already leaking pre-cum. A breath hitches in my throat at his massive size, though I can't help but question whether Negan's tedious prep will be enough to account for all eight inches of his girth.

"I know what you're thinking – that's a huge piece of meat – you're damn right, it is. Why don't you two get acquainted? You're going to be spending a lot of time together."

When I hesitate to react, Negan reaches for my wrist and guides my hand around his dick. His thickness is to such an extent that my fingers don't come near to touching around him. "Like this-," he instructs, moving my hand up and down along his shaft. When my rhythm is to his liking, Negan removes his hold and watches me with hooded eyes. A quick pass of my thumb over the tip causes Negan to utter a harsh moan. I continue until he cues me to put the condom on him to ensure he doesn't blow his seed before having a chance to get inside of me.

The cool sheets press against my back as Negan gently lays me down. I can feel my heart racing in anxious anticipation, and a bit of fear, at the sight of Negan applying a generous amount of lube to his throbbing member. His body drapes over mine as he nudges my knees towards my chest, allowing smoother access.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, darlin'." My worrisome expression tipping him off. Negan runs a hand softly down my flushed cheek. "Just relax – we're going to take this nice and slow." Negan carefully slides the tip in as he draws out the final word. There's an immediate burning as my walls are stretched more than ever before. Harsh lips crash against mine, suppressing my pitched cries of discomfort. Ever-so-slightly, he works himself in and out at a slow pace, attempting to give me as much time as possible to adjust to his size.

Through gritted teeth, I tell Negan to thrust his entire length inside of me. It'd be best to go ahead and rip off the band aid, instead of slowly suffering inch-by-inch. Trusting that I know my body best, Negan reluctantly presses on, filling me until our hips are flush to each other. Every part of me goes rigid at the sensation of being completely filled. Even Negan needs a moment to regain his senses.

"So. Motherfucking. Tight," he hisses as he fights to remain still within me.

After a few minutes, Negan gingerly pulls out before filling me to the brim once more. I clutch onto his biceps for support while trying to wait out the pain. As a distraction, Negan nuzzles my neck and begins devouring the delicate flesh. My focus at once drifts to the work of Negan's parted lips sucking and nipping along my jawline. Negan hums in approval of the sultry sounds coming from me in the wake of his pleasant distraction.

The intense unease within me has subsided to a dull ache, occasionally creeping into borderline pleasure when Negan angles his shallow thrusts a certain way.

"Again," I moan when Negan catches a bundle of nerves just right, sending shocks throughout me.

The shocks keep coming as Negan hones in on the correct positioning for the both of us. He scoops up one of my legs and wraps it around his waist, allowing him to hit the right spot with each and every thrust of his hips.

"I'm gonna pick up the pace a little, baby. Let me know if it gets to be too much for ya." Negan lowers his shoulders and snaps his hips at a punishing speed, the momentum causing my breasts to bounce in rhythm with each thrust. The odd wet slapping of our hips echo in the room.

"Oh my God," I rasp, my nails clawing into Negan's back. I can feel my orgasm fast approaching as my walls clench around Negan's shaft, drawing him in deeper. "Negan…. Negan I-I can't h-hold on much lo-longer ." The intensity of what my body was experiencing has made me a whimpering, quivering mess.

"Just fucking let go. I'm not far behind you," Negan grunts. He quickly sits up and grabs my hips, pulling me down to meet each of his thrusts, giving him control to pound into me at a frantic rhythm. It only takes a couple thrust before every muscle fiber within me tightens. I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, bringing a sense of euphoria unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

Chasing his own impending release, Negan's rhythm becomes sloppy and erratic. His upper body bows down until our chests are flush with one another. One final, brutal snap of his hips causes a mixture of profanities and moans to spill from the man above me. My body shudders at the feeling of Negan's member pulsating within me, his load thoroughly spent.

His full weight collapses on top of me in pure exhaustion. We lay there for what feels like hours, each slowly descending from our highs.

"Jesus-motherfucking-Christ of goddam Nazareth," Negan tiredly mumbles in my ear. I wince as he slowly pulls out of me.

Still slightly panting from his high, Negan reaches forward and gently strokes the collar. I feel his fingers unclasp the fastener before pulling the collar from my neck. Sitting up, Negan lazily tosses the band of leather in the direction of the nightstand.

My entire being instantaneously feels lighter with its removal. The constant reminder of my prisoner status within Negan's ploy is gone, signifying my transition into something closer along the lines of an equal in the eyes of Negan – at least, closer than before.

Resettling on his side, Negan snakes an arm around my waist and slides me closer to him to where my head comfortably rests in the crook of his outstretched arm. Cradled in his embrace, I felt simultaneously at ease and on edge – the sudden tenderness being well appreciated, though highly out of character for Negan.

Since agreeing to become his wife, I've seen a side to Negan that I never knew existed – his human side. He demonstrated selflessness by going out of his way to retrieve my mother's precious guitar. Also, sympathy to me during my emotional breakdown from my night terror and offered an unconventional remedy. Finally on top of everything, he truly put my gratification before his own during our sensual encounter.

I wonderingly gaze into the glimmering eyes above me. Inwardly, I deliberate whether the man who is holding me in his arms right now, is actually trying to make an effort. Hell, do I want him to make an effort towards me…? Do I want this line to be crossed…?

Feeling the cool air against my naked neck is something I haven't experienced in about a month. Negan trails a finger across my neck where the collar sat.

"I'm gonna miss the damn thing. We could've really had some fucking fun with it." A wiggle of his brows and a grind of his hips accompanies his statements. It pleases me to know that Negan will not have the opportunity to use the collar in any twisted fashion in the bedroom, not knowing what his perverted mind would come up with.

The lighthearted atmosphere between us changes as Negan's gentle petting turns callous when his hand encircles my neck, giving it a slight squeeze. His eyes darkened, taking on an emotionless expression much like a shark. "Let me make one thing clear pup. Whether or not that collar is around your pretty neck, you belong to me. That will never fuckin' change. You. Are. Mine. Say it!"

My eyes widen in terror as Negan uncomfortably increases the pressure around my neck. All the while, his tone never falters from its smooth coldness.

"I am yours!" I squeal. A rush of air floods my lungs when his hand lifts from me. The only response I get is a smug grin and playful slap to my ass as he slips off the bed and proceeds towards the bathroom to freshen up. I sit and wait slightly dumbfounded at the sudden change. The ominous presence of his hand on my throat still lingers as I bow my head.

Quick to return, Negan retrieves his clothes for the day from his dresser. Now that I've seen him completely nude, he makes a show of dressing in front of me as he speaks. "Damn, who would've imagined that you nearly knocking my ass out in the middle of the night would finish with you begging for more of my dick while I fucked your sweet pussy through the mattress? Now that is helluva way to start your fucking day!"

Fully dressed, and with Lucille in tow, Negan strolls over to the bed. I manage to wrap a sheet around myself with shaky hands, still trying to process all of what just happened. He leans over the bed, roughly grabs my chin and places his lips to mine in a hard, possessive kiss – sending his message home. Breaking away, he sees my dejected form and grins in satisfaction, pleased that he had once again managed to one-up me.

"I'll be back sometime tonight. Be a good girl while I'm gone. Thanks again for the wake-up call this morning, doll – my dick is still rock hard from that." He is halfway out the door when he stops and turns back to me. "Oh yeah, I told you that you'd be begging for my dick soon enough!" He flashes his pearly whites with a smug grin. "Ta-ta!" Negan shouts over his shoulder as he leaves the apartment.

Edited by Spitfire47.

First off, I want to thank all of you readers for patiently waiting for this update. I'm am so so so so SOOO sorry that it took this long to deliver an update. It was never my intention to wait this long. However, I was unable to find proper time to write during the past few months as I had initially hoped. I'm currently halfway through my senior year of college and my workload left little time for recreational writing. It absolutelykilled me not being able to write because I knew so many of you were anticipating this update. Going forward, my goal is to get ahead on writing while I'm home on winter break and to update when I can.

With that out of the way, what did you think of the update? Was it worth the wait? Moving forward, things are going to pick up VERY soon. What could that mean for Sam and her father?

I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback on the update!

Again, thank you so much for your continued patience.

I love you guys! Have a happy New Year!