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Sunny could feel her mouth hanging open as she stared at the woman standing next to Negan. She knew she should get up and introduce herself, but all she could do at this moment was sit frozen, a caricature of every cartoon character she ever saw as a child, jaw on the ground, eyes bulging out.
Oh my god! She's so—so beautiful. What the hell is a freaking glamazon doing in the apocalypse? How is she still here? Of course, she's tall, fit…. Look at how long her legs are! Short, soft girls like me were probably the first to go. Survival of the fittest. I can't out run anyone with these stumps. I'm just a fun sized walker treat. Is she wearing makeup? I should've put on makeup. I need to learn how to do a smoky eye. Are all the women at The Sanctuary like this? I can't do this. I need to stay in my little pond where I am winner of every superlative.
Negan set Lucille down by the door, walked over to her, and pulled her to standing. He gripped her chin and tilted her head giving her a slow kiss. He grinned as she gently pushed him away her cheeks flushing a bright pink. "Not an exhibitionist?" he whispered into her ear. "Sunny, this is Sherry. She has fucking graciously volunteered to watch your house and take care of shit."
"All by yourself?" Sunny asked. "I mean, hi. It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand and shook Sherry's. "Come on in. Make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa." She groaned. She could hear how lame she sounded. She watched Sherry walked to the couch and sit down gracefully.
This is it. This is when Negan realizes I'm a total whackado, so completely crazy, and leaves me here to go shack up with super sexy Sherry. What if they've already shacked up? Holy shit. Is this what I am being compared to? It's not fair. My only basis for comparison was a dumb high school boy. You need to calm down. No…freaking out is appropriate. Look at her!
"Oh, I'll enjoy the solitude," Sherry said, smiling warmly. "It'll be so nice not having to share everything with roommates," she continued, her eyes flicking to Negan sending him a wink. "But eventually, someone else will join me when I get tired of being alone."
Negan shot Sherry a stern look. "Sherry, honey, the kitchen's right there. Why don't ya get yourself a fucking drink?"
"Sure thing, Neg." She stood, her long legs mocking Sunny's existence as their long strides passed her, curvy hips swaying enticingly.
He sat on the couch and pulled Sunny into his lap. "Hey, princess, what the fuck's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" he asked. His fingers ran through her hair, twirling it around his long thick finger.
She fidgeted with the zipper on Negan's jacket. "I just—well Sherry is so—"
"Smokin' hot?" he provided.
"Well, yeah." Her brow knitted in concern as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "I guess I just wasn't prepared. I mean, I figured if you went for me, pickins were slim, but seeing her—"
"Excuse me? The fuck do you mean 'slim pickins'?" He grabbed her face forcing her to look him in the eye. "You think I'm fucking slumming with you? No. Look at me. Is that what you fucking think?"
"She's tall and beautiful. Confident. Older. She's everything I'm not. How could I not be intimidated? I mean look at her fucking legs!"
"That's one," he said firmly.
"What?" Sunny asked.
"I told you to watch your damn mouth, didn't I? We'll address that later. Did you ever stop to fucking think that maybe you're everything she's not? If I fucking wanted her, I'd sure as shit be with her. God damnit, Sunny. You're fucking gorgeous and sexy as fuck." He pushed her hair over her should and nuzzled into her neck while running his hand up her thigh. "I dream about being between your legs. Making you cum all over my face. Your body is so fucking responsive to my touch. I've never been with anyone so fucking perfect." She moaned as he pressed down on the seam between her legs. She squirmed against his touch. "You also aren't a stone cold bitch like most of the women nowadays. You're so god damn sweet and innocent…"
"Not so innocent anymore," she said her lips against his.
"Yes, you are, baby girl. I've only just begun corrupting you." He gripped the back of her head pushing her lips against his. Mouths opened as the kiss intensified.
Sunny jumped back when she heard a throat clearing across the room. Sherry leaned against a wall seemingly unphased by their display.
"Sorry, to interrupt, but I can only admire the kitchen for so long. How about a tour?" Sherry said brightly.
Sunny shot to her feet. "Oh my god. Sorry, of course. Follow me, Sherry."
She led the small group around the bunker, showing Sherry the food storage room, the green house room, and the barn. All the rooms had written instructions for what needed to be done, relics from her father's control issues. Sunny could sense Sherry's shock, but she didn't ask why or how and for that Sunny was grateful.
"Here are the bedrooms. This one has a king. It was my parents, but I moved all their stuff out. I washed their sheets too. And this one is mine. There's still some clothes and stuff in the closet. You can move those out if you want."
"No worries, sweetie. I'll take the other room. You've got quite the set up. Sorry, about your family. Negan told me," said Sherry.
"Thanks," Sunny said with a week smile. "
"So, Negan. Why don't you come help get my stuff from the truck while Sunny makes sure she's got everything?" Sherry motioned for Negan to follow her.
Sunny watched them leave as she looked around her room. Her heart clenched. This was it. She started rummaging through drawers, under beds and couches making sure there was nothing she had forgotten.
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Sherry asked Negan as they left the house and made their way by moonlight to the truck.
"What?" he said with a shrug, Lucille over his shoulder.
She crossed her arms and glared at him "Oh, don't you 'what' me. I know you, unlike that poor little girl down there. How old is she anyways?"
"She's fucking twenty. The fuck is your problem? It's a bit god damn late for you to play jealous wife, isn't it?" he sneered.
"Jealous? Oh no. God no. I pity her. But I see why you like her. She is sweet and cute. Everything that this world has destroyed. She's falling for you hard. God, her smile when you walked through the door. It was like you were her god damn knight in shining armor. It was precious. I get it, I really do. But, Negan…you're going to ruin her. Taking her to The Sanctuary. Are you serious? You are going to extinguish everything you like about her."
"You think I don't know that's a fucking possibility. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I have to do to protect her!" he yelled. He gripped Lucille tight in his fist with one hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other.
"Oh, yeah. Locking her in your penthouse? You actually think going from being alone in this house for two years to alone in your little penthouse is going to make her happy. She's going to want to be around people. And those people are going to paint a very different picture of you and The Sanctuary than you've probably lead her to believe. I don't understand why you are going through all this for her? Just leave her here. I can watch out for her. You can have your conjugal visits. Why take all these risks?"
Negan grabbed Sherry's bag from the truck throwing it to the ground and slammed the door.
She needs to shut the fuck up. She is fucking lucky that I don't hurt women, because if a man talked to me this way he'd have a broken jaw by now. This is none of her fucking business.
"Oh my god," she said. "You love her! You! This is worse than I thought. You've just painted a big ol' target on that sweet child's back. Please just leave her here with me. If you love her, leave her here where she'll be safe. You know things are getting bad out there and not just with the walkers."
"Enough! She's coming with me, because I fucking want her with me. I will fucking keep her safe. I can make her happy."
"I'm sure you think you can." She looked at him with pity in her eyes.
"Is everything okay? I heard shouting," Sunny said behind them holding her bag and hugging her pillow.
Negan smiled at his beautiful girl and took her bag from her putting it in the bed of the truck and her pillow behind the seats in the cab. "Every thing's fine, princess. Sherry here's just worried you're too fucking young for me."
"Oh." She looked between Negan and Sherry.
Sherry shot Negan a dirty look. "Look, Sunny. It's nothing against you. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into."
Negan threw an around Sunny's shoulder. "Sunny wants to come with me, don't you, darling?"
"Yeah, I do. I want to be with Negan." Sunny curled into his chest and let him wrap his arms around her. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"There, you fucking happy now? She wants to be with me," he said.
"If you're happy, I'm happy, Negan," Sherry said, rolling her eyes. "C'mere and give me a hug goodbye." As Negan let her put his arms around him she said, "Take care of her. Really." She stepped back and looked at Sunny. "You too, Sunny. Get over here." She squeezed Sunny close to her. "Please, be safe. Listen to him. Do as he says even when it seems crazy. He really does have your best interest at heart," she whispered.
Sunny nodded at the woman knitting her brows together and turned toward the truck. Negan held the door open for her and gave her butt a light smack as she climbed in.
"See ya, Sherry. No fucking smoking in the god damn house," Negan said as he walked around the truck watching Sherry go back in the house. "I'll be by in a week or so to collect eggs and shit!" he yelled after her.
Negan climbed in setting Lucille between himself and the door, started the engine, and turned on the lights. Music started playing softly on the radio. Classic rock, the kind she listened to with her dad. He opened the gate and started driving. Sunny turned around and watched her house get smaller as they drove down the dirt driveway. It only took a minute for it to be completely obscured from view by darkness.
Negan watched Sunny wipe away a tear rolling down her cheek from the corner of his eye. Her arms hugged around her knees as she looked outside. He was glad he was taking her home in the dark. She wouldn't know just how fucked up the world really is.
"So," he started, "how about we talk about some fucking rules."
Her head perked up and turned in his direction. "I thought we were going to wait until I was settled in."
"Now's as good a damn time as any. We have a few hours to kill, kitten."
"We do? It's that far?" she asked.
"Well, going slow since we can't see too well it'll take longer. Gotta keep the lights low because walkers are attracted to light, smell, and sound. We don't want to attract a fucking herd."
She gasped. "A herd?"
"Yeah, a group will form and just start following each other, all looking for food," he explained.
"Oh my god." Her hand went to her mouth. She started biting at her thumb nail.
He grabbed her hand. "Stop that. Everything will be fucking fine. I've done this damn trip a couple times. I know where the fuck I'm going." He kissed her hand and returned it. He patted the bench sit next to him.
"Sorry. Ok, so what are the rules?" she asked, scooting closer to him.
He put his arm around her shoulder. "Rule number one: watch your mouth. No cursing."
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You curse all the time? Why can't I?"
"Because it's a dirty filthy fucking habit, and I'm not going to let you start, princess. I'm too fucking set in my ways to stop."
Sunny crossed her arms and pouted. "What else?"
"Rule number two: you do what I tell you to. No questions. You said you'd listen to me, and I fucking expect you to obey."
Sunny nodded. She had been expecting that one especially after Sherry's advice. She listened as he listed off the rest of her rules.
"Rule number three: no lying. Rule four: If you need something, you fucking tell me. I'm not a god damn mind reader. Rule five: you tell me when you fucking like or don't like something in bed. Rule six: no touching yourself without my permission. That pussy is belongs to me now."
"Is that all?" she asked.
"If I pick out something for you to wear, you wear that and only that."
"Okay. What happens if I break a rule?"
He moved his hand from her shoulder back to the steering wheel. They were getting to a stretch of road with a few abandoned cars to maneuver around. "You get a punishment. Spanking, teasing, orgasm denial. Just depends on what you do and how I feel."
"Orgasm denial?"
"Oh, yeah. I'll bring you right to the fucking peak and leave you there."
"For how long?" she asked.
"As long as I fucking see fit, sweetheart." He looked over at her face illuminated by the dashboard. He could see her overthinking what he had just laid out for her. "Now, we have a long fucking drive ahead of us. So why don't we play a little?"
"It's a little too dark for I spy," she laughed.
"That's not what I had in mind, darling. Take off your clothes," he said in a low even voice.
"What? Are you crazy?" she protested.
"Oh, darling. That's two. Now, are you going to do what I fucking say or are you going to go ahead and keep breaking rules?"
She looked at him. He could see the uncertainty playing across her face, but slowly she lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She kicked off her shoes and socks then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs. She sat next to him nothing but a white cotton bra and panties.
He licked his lips, his hands flexing on the steering wheel. "All of it."
She reached behind her unclasping her bra and pulling her arms through the straps. Finally, she pulled her panties down leaving her bare. She sat with her legs together and her hand resting in her lap not knowing what else to do with them.
Negan watching her breasts bounce with the movement of the car. Just watching her undress had his dick hard and leaking.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
Slowly her legs opened a little. Her hands her blocking his view of her pussy. That just wouldn't do.
"Wider. Clasp your hands behind your back." Sunny did as she was told. Her new position thrust her breasts out making the movements from the car easier to see as they swayed and bounced. "That's a good girl. Look at that beautiful little cunt you got. Is it fucking wet yet, princess? You thinking about all the things you want me to fucking do to you?"
She nodded.
He clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Oh no, sweetheart. You need to use your fucking words when I ask you question."
"Yes, I'm thinking of you," she said in a breathy voice.
"And what are you thinking of, doll?"
She squirmed a little wanting nothing more than to rub her thighs together. "You touching me."
"Keep those legs open. I like seeing what belongs to me. Now where I am touching you?"
"On my—um—on my pussy."
He ran a hand up her thigh cupping her mound. Her hips reflexively rolled against his palm making her hum in relief. "Like this?"
"No, your fingers—circle my—my clit."
The rough pads of his fingers pressed down on her little nub and began to move clockwise. He heard a small moan and her breathing quickened. "What else, baby?"
"You slide your fingers inside me."
Negan slid first one finger deep inside her relishing the wetness he found there. He spread that wetness around her folds and up to clit until her whole slit was slick. He pushed two fingers in, feeling her stretch around him. He rested his palm against her pussy pushing down and rocked his hand back and forth fucking her with his fingers and grinding against her clit at the same time. He looked over and saw her hips tilting in the quick pace he had set, her head thrown back against the seat, back arched, tits swaying vigorously. He could feel the first flutters of climax around his fingers. He pulled his hand away listening to her moans of protest. He licked his fingers clean of her sweet juices.
"Only good girls get orgasms, kitten. Have you been a good girl today?" He glanced at the shock and disappointment playing across her features.
Suddenly, her naked body was pushed up against him. She kissed his cheek, his neck, nibbled on his ear and whispered, "I can be a very good girl…Daddy." Her hands were on his lap tugging at his belts then his fly. He could hear the zipper of his pants lower and feel her hands dip into his boxers rubbing and gripping his hard cock as she pulled it out of its confines.
Leaning over, Sunny licked the weeping head enjoying the salty taste of him. She lowered her mouth over his shaft slowly taking him in inch by inch. He groaned his hips bucking when he felt her tongue swirl around him.
"Fuck," he hissed between his teeth when she began to bob up and down his length, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. "God damn, baby. Yeah, suck my cock, sweetheart. Shit, just like that. Such a good girl."
He looked over and saw her ass reflected in the passenger window. Her pussy spread for him between her pale thighs. He slid his hand over her backside gripping the soft flesh roughly before giving it sharp slap that made her gasp, her throat constricting around his erection. His fingers found her dripping wet. He began to pump his fingers in her pussy, wet sounds accompanying the music in the background. "Oh, god you are so fucking wet. Sucking my dick gets you wet, princess?" She moaned her answer sending vibrations down to his balls.
He was getting close. He had to stop this truck before he came down her throat. He found a guardrail and parked the truck next to it protecting them from at least one side of the road. He turned the engine and the lights off. Only the moonlight lit the small cab.
Negan grabbed her hair and lifted her mouth off of him. He moved to the center of bench seat and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His hands lifted her at the waist and she straddled his lap eagerly. He held his dick to her entrance stroking the slick slit. Shyly, she slowly sank down his length. Impatient, he pulled her down until he was buried deep inside her. "Fucking ride me, baby. Go as fast and hard as you want." He captured her mouth in searing kiss their tongues twisting and curling, soft moans and low growls swallowed.
Frantically, Sunny started pulling at his leather jacket. "Please. I want to feel you. Oh god."
He shrugged his arms out of the jacket and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. She leaned into his chest. Her perky pink nipples budding at the friction from his dark chest hair. She rose her hips and sank back down rolling her hips at the base. Faster and faster until she stopped and ground her clit against his flesh. Her panting and moans filled his ears. He leaned his head down and brought her breast to his face sucking hard on her nipple, stretching it as he pulled with his teeth. Her body tightened, he could feel a rush of fluid that signaled her release. He gripped her hips and started thrusting his hips up pounding into her pulsating muscles that squeezed at his dick. It didn't take long for him to come deep inside her.
He wrapped his arms around her bringing her head to his shoulder. Their breathing slowed. He had softened and slipped from her pussy, fluids dripping off both their bodies.
Negan moved Sunny to sit next to him. He reached under the seat a pulled out a pair of hand towels. He handed one to her as he wiped his body off before pulling up his clothes. He grabbed his shirt and tugged over his head. His jacket he threw behind the seat.
Sunny delicately wiped at her body then moved to pick up her clothes. She sat naked staring at Negan with a suspicious smile. "Did you have towels prepared for this car ride home?" she asked, as she started dressing herself.
"Actually, I have clean towels in the truck in case someone gets fucking shot," he stated. "Only thing I shot this time was my load but still comes in handy." He looked at her sending her the smile that made her blush every time. That knowing shit eating grin that only he had.
She laughed and shook her head. "Sometimes it's hard to believe you're supposed to be the mature one," she said, putting her shoes back on.
He laughed as he started the truck back up and headed down the road. He turned the radio up a little, and they listened to music making meaningless chit chat about what they missed in the world. She sat close to him, his arm around her shoulder, her head resting on his. They drove for what seemed like hours. Finally, Sunny's head began to nod on his shoulder.
"Baby, your pillow's behind the seat. Pull it out and get some fucking rest." He gave her a little push to motivate her to move from her comfortable position. Sunny put the pillow against his leg and slept with her head on his lap. His hand ran through her hair in calming strokes, massaging her scalp.
When Negan was sure she was asleep, he turned the car around and pointed them in the right direction of The Sanctuary. He had been driving the wrong direction, waiting for her to fall asleep. He didn't want her first impression of her new home to be an old factory surrounded by a wall of walkers, or dirty Saviors holding machine guns. She would wake up in a clean bed in her beautiful room, and she would be his happy sweet girl for at least one more day.