Negan laid in bed for hours holding the sleeping form of his new bride wondering how the hell he was going to get her home. He wanted to keep her sheltered. He wanted… no he needed her innocence. He wanted it all for himself. He'd have to drive her back at night so she couldn't see the ghost towns and hordes of walkers. He definitely didn't need her seeing what guarded the walls of The Sanctuary….at least not until she was on the inside.
God damnit, he was going to ruin her. He couldn't just stay here…he was needed to keep order, to make sure his people moved past just surviving. He couldn't leave her here either. He needed to know she was safe. He needed to be with her as much as he could. How the fuck had he gotten in this mess? At least with his wives he had never felt like his happiness had been on the line. He could live without any of them. If something happened to Sunny…there's just no going back. His world had begun when the walkers rose. He climbed to a position of power he never would have had before. He lifted the dregs of society into a community that was thriving. And it could all end with this small woman sleeping beside him. She didn't even know what kind of power she had. Pulling her close to him, he finally fell into a restless sort of slumber.
Sunny woke with her legs wrapped around Negan's. She looked at his sleeping form long and strong. Her hands ran through his dark chest hair then down his abdomen following the trail of short springy curls under the sheets. He was already hard when she softly stroked the silky skin. She gently moved down the bed under the covers. She had wanted to do this, to taste him for weeks. She had been so disappointed that she had never had the chance. She lifted his shaft in her hand her thumb rubbing the smooth head. She wet her lips with her tongue before encircling the tip with them. She swirled her tongue and lowered her mouth further down his erection. His hips thrust. He moaned as he stretched his lean body.
"God damn, doll. This is quite the fucking wake up call," he said a lazy smile stretched across his face.
Sunny pulled the sheets back and smiled at Negan. The sight of him at her mercy with ruffled bed head sent a rush of wetness between her legs. She maintained eye contact as she licked her way from his balls up along his thick dick caressing his veins with her tongue. He threw his head back, eye squeezed tight, as he let out a low groan. She began to bob up and down his length taking more with each movement, her hand working the base squeezing and twisting.
"Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good." He ran his hand through her hair and gripped it tight. He loved feeling of her mouth working his cock, how she turned side to side creating pressure and friction in alternating patterns with every dip of her head. He looked down at her between his legs; his spit slick dick disappearing into her lips, cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked on him, and sweet ass in the air behind her. He pulled her hair gently until she stopped her ministrations.
"I'm gonna fucking come in that sweet mouth of yours if you don't fucking stop, and I want to sink my dick in that pretty pussy of yours." He sat up and patted the bed next to him. "Hands and knees, baby. Let me see that fine fucking ass."
Sunny obediently crawled up the bed as Negan moved behind her. She looked over her shoulder biting her bottom lip. She wasn't sure what to expect. She knew of this position, of course, but never experienced anything beyond missionary. The butterflies in her stomach were nothing compared to the throb between her legs. Slickness spread across her upper thighs as she squeezed her legs together trying to dull the ache. A loud smack danced in her ears before she registered the hand across her cheek. She let out a small cry of surprise. He had spanked her.
"Uh-uh, princess. Spread those fucking thighs. I'll take care of you. Me and only me. I can fucking see how wet you are. Did sucking my dick turn you on, baby? You like having my cock in your mouth, don't you? The evidence is dripping down your thighs. My perfect dirty girl." His hand slid up her thigh before palming her mound. She rocked back against his hand hoping for some friction. She squeaked when he slapped her pussy. "I said, 'I'd take care of you'. Don't try to get yourself off again unless I tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes." Fighting the urge to move against again she tried to concentrate on her breathing. In and out.
"Yes, what?"
Her head whipped up and she glared over her shoulder taking in his shit eating grin. That was a onetime thing. She couldn't even believe she had called him that in the first place, but she had been so desperate. She would have done anything, said anything, called him anything to get him to move inside her.
Crap. If I don't call him Daddy he'll probably spank me. Is that a bad thing? Are you serious? Of course that should be a bad thing. But you liked it. Oh my god. I did. Is calling him Daddy in bed really the worst thing? It's weird though, right? Does it have to be? Ugh, why do I do this to myself? I have my ass in the air, a hot man behind me with his hands between my legs and I—
She arched her back and moaned when his hand made contact a second time with a wet smack. She lowered her head into the pillow putting her weight on her forearms forcing her ass higher.
"Well, fuck me. You fucking like that don't you, kitten? God, I'm gonna have so much fucking fun with you. Who knew under that sweet little Sunny face there was some freaky deaky going on? Damn, I'm a lucky man. Now, what's my name?"
"Negan," she muttered into the pillow. She prepared herself for another blow but it didn't come. She looked back at him. He was stroking his cock watching her.
"Try again, honey. In our bed, what's my name?"
She watched his hand move up and down his shaft his balls stretching as his strokes grew stronger.
"I will finish myself off and leave you a wet frustrated mess. Don't play with me little girl."
"Daddy," came a defeated whisper from the pillows.
"There it is. Good girl." His hand left his dick. His fingers spread her slick folds as he moved up towards to her clit. The pads of his fingertips rubbed her sensitive nub in slow circles.
She moaned in relief. She knew she was on a dangerous path. She was addicted to his touch. But she couldn't drum up the strength to care, to fight him on principle when his talented touch brought her such pleasure.
Negan's fingers dipped into her entrance. He curved his fingers dragging his fingers against her inner walls as he pumped and flicked his wrist. Her hips started rolling and her fingers dug into the pillow, her moans muted by soft plushness. He leaned over her and snatched the pillow out from under her head.
"I want to fucking hear all those beautiful noises you're making, darling."
Sunny whimpered as his long fingers left her body and moaned when they pinched her clit. His palm was flat against her entrance while his fingertips played and rubbed her bundle of nerves. His pace quickened. He could feel her muscles starting to contract. He bent lower on the mattress. He lowered his palm and licked her slit. He continued to lick upwards towards her puckered hole. Her entire body lurched forward trying to get away from the foreign contact. His free hand clamped down on her hip pulling her back towards him. He licked her ass and rubbed her pussy until she screamed as her orgasm swept through her. She squirted into the palm of his hand. He took her cum and stoked his erection coating it until it dripped. He rubbed the head of his dick along her slit teasing her as she came down from her climax. With one strong thrust he buried himself deep inside her until his hips with flush with her curve of her backside.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Always so fucking wet."
Sunny braced her hands against the headboard. Her orgasm had hit her hard. The new sensation of his tongue lapping at her in forbidden places had sent her spiraling over the edge. Now he thrusted in her at a new delicious angle, hitting spots that made her clench and quiver. He stretched and filled her to new depths. She spread her legs father apart sinking lower on the mattress. He groaned as she bent his dick down. He trust harder squeezing her round cheeks in his hands pulling her back to him. She rolled her hips down bending him further.
"Oh fuck yeah," he grunted.
Her hips began to roll in rhythm with his. He stopped thrusting but remained buried inside her. Her movement faltered.
"C'mon, baby, keeping fucking me. I love watching you fuck me."
She began working his dick thrusting up and down, impaling herself backwards until she took him to the hilt. Encouraged by the ragged grunting and breathing behind her, she worked harder to quicken her pace.
"Fuck. I'm gonna cum." He grabbed her hips and began slamming into her. His thrusts became uneven as his cock shot thick streams of hot cum in her cunt. He leaned over her breathing heavily between her shoulder blades placing light kisses on her sweat dampened skin.
He pulled out and rolled onto his side pulling her against his body. His hand rubbed her breasts as their breathing and hearts slowed.
"Shit, baby, I think I am going to demand you wake me up like that every morning. Where the fuck did you learn to fucking move like that?"
Sunny giggled. "I don't know. I just did what felt good."
"You know what else felt good?" he asked a smile tugging at his lips.
"Hmmmm?"
"Me licking your—" He grunted as an elbow slammed into his ribs. "What? It's okay. A lot of people like anal—"
Sunny rolled over her face bright red. Her hands slapped down his mouth. "Just stop!"
Negan laughed against her palm and pulled her closer. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. He imagined briefly a world where he could stay in bed with her forever lazily worshipping every part of her body.
He sighed, "C'mon, babydoll. As much as I would like to stay in bed, we have shit to do."
Sunny pouted and snuggled further into his chest with a little whine.
"Sugar, we stink like musky sex and need to hit the shower before we fucking crust over and you drip cum all over the sheets."
"Ewww!" She pinched his nipple and tweaked it a little.
"What?" He laughed. "It's the fucking truth. Now get up and use the bathroom. You have 5 minutes before I join you." He rolled her away from him and lightly slapped her ass. She grabbed a discarded shirt off the floor, threw it on, and tip toed out of the room with her thighs clenched together. Negan laughed at her efforts to not drip down her legs.
After showers, Sunny set about making them breakfast while Negan offered to take care of the chickens and plants. His willingness to slip into domesticity surprised her. It was nice having someone to share the work with. A husband.
Holy crap. I'm married. I have a husband. What do I even do with a husband? Did this morning not give you ideas? Shut it. I've barely had boyfriends and now I'm committed forever. What if we live together and he decides I'm not worth it. Is there divorce when there aren't actually any laws? Do you just breakup? Calm down, Sunny. You are going full out whackadoo right now. Let's just focus on the honeymoon period and see if the apocalypse has improved marriage success rates. It is a different world now after all. Honeymoon…I don't get a honeymoon.
"What are you pouting about baby?" Negan asked as he walked into the kitchen.
She turned from the stove where she scrambled some fresh eggs. "We don't get a honeymoon."
He laughed. "Where the fuck do you want to go? Everywhere is infested with walking dead corpses that want to eat fucking you."
"Where would you take me if it wasn't?" she asked hopefully, scraping the eggs onto a plate and putting some bacon on the pan.
"Fuck. We're gonna play this game? You're gonna make me fucking talk about this?" He smirked as she nodded eagerly. "God damnit. Where would you want to go?"
"Do we have a budget?"
"What the fuck? Of course not. Anything you fucking want in this hypothetical game of what if."
"Well….Europe. I was going to go there once I got my inheritance. Just travel from country to country soaking up all the different cultures. Or Disney World, I've never been."
"There's a big fucking difference between Europe and Disney World."
"Where would you go?" she asked, flipping the strips of meat frying in the pan.
"Fuck if I know, Sunny. Probably somewhere with a beach and a lot of booze."
"Ooooh! We could do a Disney Cruise. You get to spend some time at Disney World and then go on a cruise with ports with beaches. We'd save Europe for an anniversary."
"You realize none of this is fucking real, right?" He walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the crown of her head before resting his chin on it.
"Yeah….but don't you like escaping reality in your head sometime?" she asked.
"I don't think my head is quite as fucking colorful as yours, doll. I was never much into imagination….unless you want to count bedroom roleplay. Then I can get all fucking kinds of creative." He kissed the curve of her throat nuzzling her soft skin. His hand playfully grabbed her hips pulling her back into him.
Sunny wiggled out of his grasp. "You're so bad. I thought we had stuff to do today."
"We do, damnit." He moved around the kitchen, grabbing two mugs, and poured some hot coffee into them while Sunny divided the food onto two plates.
They carried their breakfast to the table and sat across from each other. Sunny looked around at their cozy surroundings.
"So tell me about The Sanctuary," she said before taking a bite of eggs.
"It used to be a factory—"
"So, it's big?"
Negan took a sip of coffee. He was not ready for this conversation. "Yeah. It's fucking big."
"How many people are there?"
"A lot." He filled his mouth with food hoping to avoid more questions.
"I can't wait to meet them," she said with a smile.
Negan choked on his bacon. Like hell he was sharing her with all those people. She was his. He needed to steer this conversation away from social time and back to just them. "I redid my quarters. Expanded them so we can have some fucking privacy. An office and a big fucking bedroom. You've got your own fucking private bathroom too."
"You redid your rooms?"
"Yeah. Redecorated them too."
"Before I agreed to come? That was a bit presumptuous wasn't it?" She leaned back in her chair with her arm crossed.
"Doll, I'm a man who gets shit done and gets what he wants. I wanted you. I did what I had to fucking do to get you. Now, I didn't know how long it would take, but I make plans for the future, not plans to fucking fall back on. You were always going to be mine. Why wait to make the necessary changes?"
"Someone needs to take you down a peg."
His eyes gleamed and an evil grin stretched across his lips as leaned forward on the table. "I'm not opposed to a little pegging every now and then."
"What's pegging?"
Negan threw back his head and laughed. God, he needed this. Needed her. He hadn't been so amused or aroused in years.
"What's so funny?" She glared at him knowing she was the butt of some joke she didn't get.
"Oh, honey…I'll tell you when you're older." He winked at her and chuckled at the outrage playing across her features.
"Fine. Be that way." She sulked and played with her food pushing it with her fork. "Why do I need my own bathroom? Why can't we just share one?"
"Stop playing with your fucking food and eat it. You lost too much weight while I was gone. I come home covered in fucking blood and guts more often than fucking not, sweetheart. You'll be god damn grateful not have that shit near your stuff. It's not like a have 9-5 desk job."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense."
Sunny sensed all the questions she was asking were irritating him…maybe not irritating but definitely making him uneasy. She finished her breakfast contemplating what her new home would look like. What would a room decorated by Negan look like? A brothel. Oh god…she was moving into a leather clad sex dungeon.
"What the hell are you thinking about? You look like someone just murdered a puppy."
She blushed and giggled. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to imagine what our room will look like."
Negan scowled at her. "I will have you fucking know, I have great taste."
"I know you do…I sampled it this morning." She winked at him.
"God damnit, girl. You just made my dick twitch. Let's wash these dishes before I drag you back to bed."
Once the dishes were clean, Negan started gathering his things.
"I'm going to go get someone from The Sanctuary to watch the house. You pack up some of your things while I am gone. I'll be back after dinner time. So eat and be ready to leave when I get here."
"What should I pack?"
"Some of your favorite stuff…not all of it. I've got plenty of new stuff for you at home. New clothes, toiletries, and shit. I'll be coming back here regularly to check up on it, and I'll switch out movies for you if you like. We should leave most of them here so she doesn't get fucking bored out of her mind. Oh, and wash the fucking sheets while I'm gone."
He put on his leather jacket, picked up Lucille and his bag and headed to the door.
"Wait, Negan…" She pulled at his arm until he turned and face her. "Um…" Her eyes fell to the floor, her weight shifting nervously side to side.
"What is it, princess?"
"You said there were going to be rules. Are you going to clue me in?"
"Oh, that is a talk for later. After you've settled in. Don't worry about anything now, baby. Just let me take care of you." He bend down and kissed her gently on the lips. She hummed against his mouth when his tongue spread hers open. Her body pressed against his. With a small growl, he pulled back.
"Fuck, doll. Stop fucking tempting me." He kissed her on the forehead.
"You'll be back?" she asked.
"I promise, I'll be back tonight. You better eat lunch and dinner while I am gone."
She reached up settling a hand on one cheek and a kiss on the other as she whispered, "Yes, Daddy."
"Fuck me." He groaned. "You keep teasing me and see what happens later."
"I look forward to it." She giggled as she watched him walk through the front door.
Sunny got up and locked the door then set about pulling the sheets from the bed and throwing them in the washer. Negan was right. They did stink.
She quickly dusted and vacuumed the house. She lit candles so it would smell nice. She didn't want the person who stayed here to feel unwelcome.
Now, she was faced with the task of packing. She hadn't realized how much sentiment she had attached to her things. She got an empty boxes from the storage room and put all her family pictures in them. The new person wouldn't want to be surrounded by dead strangers. She packed away all the certificates and awards hidden away in a desk drawer with her name written on them. What was her new last name? She'd have to ask Negan. She took the box, sealed it up and with it her old life, then walked it up to the attic of the house to be forgotten with the Christmas ornaments and baby clothes her mother had saved.
She started putting her favorite clothes into a duffel bag. She packed one photo of her with her parents and another that she had kept hidden under her mattress of her and her sister. She grabbed her new copy of Jane Eyre and a few romance novels. Last was the daunting task of picking a few movies. How do you chose? How would she know what she would be in the mood for? She finally decided to grab two from each genre reminding herself that Negan said he would be able to switch them out for different movies when he came by. But how often was that going to happen?
Sunny decided to go all out for dinner and make her favorite dishes. Whoever lived here next could have the leftovers. She baked herself a loaf of bread and ate it warm from the oven….usually she had the strength to wait until it cooled. Steak, sautéed potatoes in rosemary and olive oil, and green beans with lemon juice. She ate all of it not know what kind of food she was going to have from now on.
She had just taken all this for granted. She should have thanked her parents more. Her tears mixed with the dish water as she cleaned the kitchen for what may be the last time looking at the dish pattern painstakingly picked out by her mother. She remembered her parents arguing over them. Her father wanted something plain and utilitarian. Her mother had won and gotten flowers but in plastic not glass so they wouldn't break. Compromise. She had been so lucky to have parents who worked together.
Sunny dried the dishes and her tears. She finished the laundry, remade the bed, and put on a movie that she was leaving behind. She sat on the couch and looked at the room around her. It seemed foreign without her family smiling at her. She realized it was no longer her home. Home was with Negan. Wherever that was.
She turned her head as she heard the lock of the door click and the door swing open.
"Honey, I'm home," Negan yelled.
She smiled broadly as she watched him cross the threshold. Her smiled faltered as she saw the tall beautiful woman follow him into the room.
"Hi," the woman said with a smile. "I'm Sherry."