Sunny slowly opened her eyes and snapped them back shut against the bright light that assaulted her vision.
Why are the freaking lights on? Who does that?
She sat up rubbing her eyelids with her palms and tried again. Her eyes adjusted and focused on her new surroundings. Her hands flew to her mouth, smothering her gasp. She sat alone in a beautiful king sized bed with the softest silkiest sheets she'd ever felt. There was luxury dripping off everything in the room. She had never seen, let alone been in a room as beautiful as this one. She was almost afraid to touch anything.
She threw off the downy comforter eager to explore. Goosebumps raised along her bare legs and arms. Looking down, she saw she was clad only in a pink satin slip with black lace that hung low on the tops of her breasts from two spaghetti straps. Her back was completely exposed. The hem reached the tops of her thighs and two slits on either side worked their way up to her hips. Apparently, no panties had been provided. Moving to slide off the tall bed, she looked down and saw two kitten heel slippers with black feathery fluff.
"Oh, he has got to be kidding me," she said, smiling and shaking her head.
Sunny slipped her feet into them. They were a little too big, which wasn't a surprise. Finding shoes in the women's section to fit her had always been a problem. Her heels clicked against the hard floor and she moved around the room.
She explored to the book case in the sitting area near the frosted windows. She was disappointed she couldn't see outside, but very happy with books she had. Some of her favorite classics were among the titles as well as some new books she hadn't seen. All seemed to be young adult or romance novels.
Turning around she looked at the room again. The paintings, the books, the bedding, all these things screamed Sunny. There wasn't a trace of Negan in the room. He really had set all this up for her.
Her heart had started to race. She could feel the panic bubbling up from her stomach.
Why would he go through all this trouble? How did he even get all of this?
Crossing the room to two closed doors opposite the wall of windows, she opened the one on the right and found a small walk in closet. Filled. She looked at the clothes and read the tags. There were designers she had only read about in magazines in her closet, and everything was in her size or really close to it. All seasons were represented. Dresses, blouses, skirts, jeans, sweaters all hanging according to style. There were heels, ballet flats, and boots on shelves.
When would I ever wear these?
Slowly, Sunny backed out of the closet. She turned and spied a few dressers. She was sure she'd find them full as well of equally expensive underthings. It was all overwhelming. She hadn't given any thought to what he had said about making preparations for her. To think he went to this extent, frightened her. What would happen if she disappointed him? It was all too much to live up to.
She opened the door to the right and found an elegantly appointed bathroom. Expensive soap and perfume were displayed on shelves. She found a hair brush in a drawer and ran it through her dark locks before she pulled it up in a bun. She splashed cold water on her face and reached for a soft teal hand towel to dry her face. She took care of the rest of her needs, trying her best not to freak out.
Vulnerable and out of place, she left the bathroom in search of comfortable clothing. A t-shirt or yoga pants. Anything that would make her feel more like her, giving her a measure of control over her situation. She wasn't meant to have such nice things. Even growing up wealthy, her parents would never have wasted money on anything they could find cheaper at Wal-Mart.
Sunny's bag was nowhere to be found. Drawers were opened and contents shifted. As she had guessed, lingerie filled the large piece of furniture. She hadn't found a single pair of panties that wasn't crotchless. One pair just had a string of pearls instead of cloth, the thin waistband hanging from her fingers.
The door opened with a forceful swing as Negan crossed the threshold holding a tray. The smell of pancakes followed him as he walked past Sunny and placed the food on a table next to two chairs.
"Good morning, sunshine," his deep voice resonated softly through the quiet.
"Good morning, Negan," she replied with a bright smile as she felt her anxiety melt away in his presence.
Negan looked at the bed and turned quickly. "Fuck. You're already awake. I wanted to see your fucking reaction." His eyebrows raised at the sight of her holding kinky panties in her lingerie and heels. "Whatcha looking for, doll?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
Shoving the pearl thong into the drawer and closing it quickly behind her, she replied, "I was just trying to find some underwear. Someone seems to have forgotten it."
"Now, kitten, don't you fucking think that if I had wanted you wearing some panties, I would've just fucking given you some? Now get your sweet ass over here. I wanna see you in that fucking thing."
"Honestly, I'm kinda surprised you dressed me at all." She giggled as she sashayed towards him doing her best not to roll her ankle off the heel. "And that I slept through it. But seriously, what am I wearing? And what are you wearing?"
"What? I own more than just white shirts." He held out his arms letting her see the black v-neck shirt that hugged his chest and lean torso. He wore his customary belts low on his hips over his jeans. "And you look fucking hot in that lingerie. I may never let you wear real clothes again." He leaned back on the table and twirled his finger as he watched her approach. "Give me a fucking spin."
Her lips quirked in a devious grin. Instead of a slow modelesque turn, Sunny spun on the ball of her foot. Her short slip lifted at the momentum all the way up the slits and twirled like a tutu around her waist.
Negan's mouth went dry at the flash of dark hair between her legs and the curve of her ass, not to mention the generous helping of side boob. God damn, she was a fucking vision.
"Do that again." He adjusted himself palming himself as he did. The long outline of his erection pushed painfully against his tight jeans.
She closed the distance between them. "No. I'm hungry." Her lips formed a kissable pout as she gently rubbed her belly.
Negan pulled her close kissing her softly, his hands trailing down her silk covered curves until his hands slipped under the lingerie and cupped her ass. His lips moved down her jaw to her exposed neck leaving a trail of nips and kisses that raised goosebumps across her skin along their way down to her shoulders. He pulled one of her legs up over his thigh and ran his fingers along the underside of her skin until he met her soft wet folds. He teased her flesh until she was rocking against his fingers. Her hand cupped his face, sucking on his ear lobe. He groaned and pushed her away. "You need to eat before I fuck you on your pancakes."
Ignoring his protest, she leaned into him and gave him a quick peck as her hand pressed its way down his length. "But I'm hungry for something else now."
He growled, grabbed her shoulders, and walked her backwards into a chair. He lifted the lid to her food revealing a stack of pancakes with strawberry eyes and a bacon smile. "No means no. Now eat your god damn food, Sunny," he said with a laugh.
"Are you going to eat with me?" she asked as she moved the fruit and meat off her pancakes and cut into the doughy circles.
"Already ate, princess. I got up too fucking early to check on somethings. Fucking dig in." He sat at the other chair at the small circular table watching her take her little dainty bites. It was rare to see someone eat like they weren't starving, shoveling as much in their face as fast as they could. "So, how do you like the room?"
Sunny's hand covered her mouth as she tried to answer while chewing her food to one side. "It's beautiful. I've never been in a room this nice before. I thought you said this was factory." She swallowed her bite and took a drink of bitter coffee. Her face screwed up into a grimace that made Negan laugh. "Oh my god, that's awful." She took a drink of water but it did nothing to dull the nasty aftertaste sitting on her tongue. She quickly took another bite of pancake trying to drown her tongue in sugar coated carbohydrates.
"It was a factory. These were the executive suites. I got most of the stuff here from some mansions out in a gated community. Weirdest shit ever seeing corpses walking around with Rolexes and diamonds. Saw one's ear fall off because the weight of her earrings was too much. I decapitated one with his fucking 24 carat gold chain. Yanked it from behind. Gave him a good kick on the back and it sliced right through his neck. Bunch of dead purse puppies. Fucking crazy." He looked over and saw her glaring at him.
"If you want me to eat, you're going to have to stop with the disgusting stories. As if that coffee wasn't enough to turn me off my food." She picked up a strawberry and bit into the seedy sweetness sucking on it so the juice wouldn't flow down her chin.
Negan shifted in seat. "Actually, I fucking need to go read through some shitty inventory lists. You eat up and come see me when you're done, and I want you to finish every fucking bite on that plate. I'll be right through here."
Sunny watched him walk through the double doors. She finished up her breakfast, careful to avoid any more coffee. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth then set off to see what was behind the dark French doors.
She peeked her head out, checking to see if Negan was alone. He was. Sitting at a large black wooden desk, Lucille propped against the desk. He looked up and grinned at her.
"Can I put some clothes on now?" she asked.
"Nope. Get your cute ass over here." He scooted his chair back and patted his lap. He watched her wander into the room, her head turning trying to take in the new environment. Unlike the bedroom, his office was elegantly masculine. Everything from furniture to knick knacks was in black, grey, or silver.
"Well this makes a lot more sense," she said, sitting on his knee.
He pulled her against him, stroking her thigh pushing her slip higher with each pass of his fingers. "What makes more sense?"
"Well, the bedroom is beautiful. It's like my dream room, but it definitely didn't look like a place you'd live in." Her fingers toyed with the edge of his v-neck lightly brush his neck and the chest hair that was visible with this shirt.
He captured her hand, kissing her palm, and nipping at her wrist. "You saying I can't fucking like pretty things? Because I've got a pretty little thing perched on my fucking knee, and I fucking like her a lot." He grabbed Sunny's jaw and pressed his lips to hers coaxing her them apart with his tongue. He loved the way her body relaxed into his. So trusting. He pulled back to look down at her. Her lips were a deeper shade, eyelashes fanned over her cheeks. A strap had fallen off her shoulder, the black lace around the edge of her nightie was resting precariously over her pert nipple. Her eyes flutter opened and met his.
She pulled the strap back over her shoulder and asked, "Can I get dressed for the tour now?"
"What tour?" he asked back, shifting her on his lap.
Her eyebrows knitted and her hands began fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "Aren't you going to show me around?"
"Not today, princess. You still have a punishment coming for yesterday. And then I have work I have to do that's too dangerous to take you along."
Her arms untangled themselves from his waist to sit on her hips. "Punishment for what?" she demanded.
"Oh, honey, your fucking language yesterday. And also, not obeying me right away in the damn car. I fucking told you I was fucking counting. How about I go easy on you though?" He smiled at the wide eyed dismay on her face. "Stand up." He pushed her to her feet. "Now, hands and forearms on the desk." She stared at him, her mouth gaping. "Are you going to make me ask twice?" He asked crossing his arms and his eyebrows arching.
Cautiously, Sunny bent at her waist over the black desk careful not to disturb the ledgers and laid her forearms against the desk, palms flat on the cold surface. Cool air wafted up her legs as he pushed her skirt up her waist exposing her ass.
He tapped her shoe with his boot. "Spread those legs. Fuck yeah just like that. God damn, I wish I had a camera. I could jack off to this view forever." His hand smoothed over her back, around her waist, gripping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. He could see her biting her lip as her hips gave a subtle wriggle. "Now let's see. I think 10 good fucking spanks for the disobedience and a fucking time out of the cussing. How's that sound, baby girl?"
She nodded her head staring at the desk. She dreaded and loved being exposed to him. The thought of being punished terrified and aroused her. Her heart was racing, blood rushing in her ears making it hard to pay attention to anything.
He pinched the side of her thigh elicited and squeak. "What did I say about using your words?"
"10 spanks and a time out sound good," she said, quickly adding, "Sir."
"Ooh. Sir. I fucking like the sound of that. I think I want you to fucking call me that when you've been bad girl. Fuck yeah, that's some sexy shit right there. Got me all hard and ready to bust a nut in my god damn jeans." His hands massage and spread her cheeks giving him ample views of her holes. "Now, I want you to count. If you stop, we the fuck over, got?"
"Yes….sir." She squirmed in his grasp. She wanted him to touch her. She didn't care how. Her mind was racing. The danger, excitement, and lust was all getting to her. She couldn't discern her emotions from each other. All she could focus on was his touch.
His palm massaged her cheek in a circular motion, his fingertips dipping in between her thighs almost to her pussy. He pushed her hips down when her back arched trying to give him more access. He raised his hand and spanked her soundly on her right cheek, a gasp escaped her lips.
"One," she said.
Negan grabbed her and lifted up her cheek and watched it bounce as he dropped it. "Good girl." He smacked the left and right in quick succession watching her breast sway under the silk that hung away from her body.
"Two..three," she grunted.
He took his time setting up for the next round, dipping his hands between her legs his thumbs ghosting over her lips. He could feel her body making small adjustments trying desperately to get him to touch her. He grabbed her hips and held them still. "Quit fucking squirming." His hand descending once more with a little more force.
Sunny let out a small moan for each strike. "Four…five…six." Her breathing shallowed into small pants. Her forehead rested on the desk.
His hand kneaded and worked her supple curves before delving to her center. He kneeled down behind her, spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs. "God damn, kitten, look at how wet you fucking are." A shiver ran up her spine as his warm breath dance over her exposed fleshed. "You know this is supposed to be a punishment, right?" He laughed and bit her thigh causing her to jump. He alternated the last four spanks, two on each side watching how she arched up into each blow.
"Seven…eight…nine…ten," she counted breathily.
Negan stepped behind her once more. Sunny could hear the soft click of his belt buckles coming undone and the hum of his zipper being pulled. "Look at that beautiful fucking shade of pink. Fuck that is fucking gorgeous."
"Please," she begged. And she waited. Waited to feel him thrust into her. To stretch and fill her as only he could. She needed the release he provided and to feel him quivering as he came deep within her.
She turned when she heard him grunting. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw his dick in his fist as he stroked his erection. The look of horror on her face when she realized she wasn't going to get what she wanted was enough to send him over the edge. He squirted long thick streams of cum on her warm pink cheeks.
"Stay right there. Don't move." He tucked himself away and went to the bathroom.
When he returned he sat in his leather chair holding a wash cloth. "God damn, I should just have you stay like that all day. I could fucking look at this work of fucking art all damn day." He, finally, cleaned her off and stood her up. She crossed her arms and moved to go back to the bedroom.
"Oh, don't pout, baby." He pulled her onto his lap and nuzzled into her neck. "Now you be a good girl the rest of the day and I'll take care of you when I get home."
She pushed him back, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Where are you going?"
"I've just got some work I gotta do. Running this fucking place takes a firm fucking grip on the reins. I'll be back for dinner. Now you see that fucking cabinet right there? It's got a mini fridge and snacks. You better eat some fucking lunch. I want to see empty fucking wrappers when I get back. Since you're in a time out let me lay out some fucking rules. No touching yourself with your fingers or anything else. I better not find any fucking wet pillows or arm rests, missy. No showering. No changing clothes. And you better be as fucking wet when I get home as you are now."
"Will I get a tour then?" she asked.
"We'll see how well behaved you are," he said with a wink.
"What am I supposed to do all day?" Her fingertip traced his jaw line up to ear and tugged on his earlobe.
"Read, watch a movie, take a nap. Hell if I know. Just stay in the room and no playing with yourself." He pushed her gently off his lap as he stood.
She reached up and gave him a kiss. "Don't be too long. And be careful."
Negan watched her retreat into their bedroom. He left the office and quietly locked the door.
Sunny was going insane. She had never wanted to touch herself so badly. Her body screamed for release. Being told she wasn't allowed to, was as arousing as it was frustrating. She was aching for Negan's touch. A clock on the wall said it almost 5 o'clock. He must be coming home soon.
A few minutes later the doors banged open as Negan burst through with two trays. He walked to the table and sat them down before turning and asking, "Where's my princess?"
He was almost knocked off his feet when she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, planting hungry kisses on his lips and jaw. He gripped her by the waist trying to pull her off, laughing at her enthusiasm. "God damn, doll." He stopped laughing when her tongue pushed into his mouth. He growled and started tugging at his belt buckles. She wanted to fuck….he'd fuck her raw.
He walked over to the wall and pushed her back into it while pulling out his cock. He lined his leaking head up to her dripping sex and thrust into her hard. She screamed in relief as he began pumping into her a bruising pace, not caring that his belt dug into her thighs. He shifted his arms under her knees spreading her wider, the base of his dick rubbing against her clit. On the verge all day, her muscles clamped down around him as she quickly found the release she had been craving all day. He soon followed after as his thrusts shortened and his body shook under her.
"Fuck, sweetheart. I could fucking get used to a welcome like that," he said panting as he pulled out and put her down gently.
"Can I have a shower now?" Her slip was clinging to her sweat dampened skin.
"After you eat. Don't want your fucking dinner cold." He led her to the table and pulled back a chair for her. He sat opposite her and watched as she scarfed down her meatloaf and potatoes. No dainty bites. "Doll, slow the fuck down before you choke."
"Sorry, I just really want a shower. I've been wet and sticky all day and now it's even worse." She sent him a playful glare.
"Don't you cut those green eyes at me, princess. You're the one that fucking jumped me."
Sunny resumed eating, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She could feel their fluids leaking out, soaking into her satin slip. She looked across the table where he grinned with a knowing look as they finished their dinner quickly.
As she laid her fork down, she was about to stand when he stopped her. He got up and turned her chair away from the table. He knelt before her. "Open your legs." A fierce blush spread across her cheeks but she complied. Why would he want to see her in such a state? He used his hands to widen her knees taking in the pink folds dripping with his white cum. "So fucking perfect. Fuck, I have to find that fucking Polaroid camera. It's being fucking wasted in the field." He grabbed her neck and pulled her into a kiss. "Let's get you cleaned up, honey."
Negan started the shower and pulled her tacky nightie off. He licked and sucked on her nipples until they were tight rosy buds. He stripped himself and pulled her into the shower after him. He washed her hair his fingertips digging into her scalp. He massaged her shoulders and back. He kneaded, pinched, and pulled on her perky breasts. He rinsed her off and washed himself quickly before turning the water off. Handing her a towel he watch her rubbing her body with the soft cotton.
"I think you have been a very good fucking girl today," he said. "I think you deserve a treat."
"A tour?" she asked hopefully.
"Better." He grabbed a few towels and carried them in the bedroom laying them on the bed. "Lay down" he said. He went to the closet and grabbed a box from the top shelf. He pulled out something long and pink. "Have you ever used a vibrator before?" he asked.
"No." Her eyes widened. She had never seen one let alone used one.
"Spread your legs. Just relax and enjoy." A buzzing filled the room and he clicked it on. She jerked as he worked the toy up her thigh before sweeping through her slit.
She arched and moaned. "Oh my god." She could feel a climax fast approaching. The vibrator moved to her clit. She could hear herself talking a mixture of praise and jibberish but couldn't stop. She sputtered as the toy moved from just the right spot.
"Here you hold this." Negan handed her the pink wand and watched her timidly apply pressure between her legs. He slid his fingers into her. Pumping and curling them into her soft wetness. Her hips bucked as she writhed in pleasure. She moved the vibrator off her clit as her muscles fluttered then squeezed his fingers. He pulled out watching her squirt on the towels. He spread the liquid up to her clit then pushed his fingers back into her heat. He took her hand that still held the buzzing vibrator and put it back to work. He lost count of many times she came. She was limp, her eyes closed, fingers no longer able to grip the toy. He wiped her down with a dry edge of the towel, pulled the wet towels out from under her, and went to wash the wand.
She was asleep in her afterglow by the time he returned. He pulled the covers down and tucked her naked body in.
He went back to his office and sat at his desk staring and inventories and maps, but he couldn't concentrate on anything but the sleeping beauty in his bed. How long could he keep this up? How long before she figured out she traded one cage for another? How long until she resented him? Everything seemed so simple and clear before she arrived. Now he had her here, he needed to think of ways to keep her distracted, happy, and safe. Secluded.