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Negan established a routine for the two of them over the next few days. Setting a few boundaries and expectations for her would help her transition into her new life. He'd waked up early and quietly pick out an outfit for her, laying it on the foot of their bed. He'd gather dishes from the day before and leave them outside the office door in the hallway for someone else to deal with…they always disappeared before he returned. He'd dress and get ready in the office then leave and check in with the Saviors for the overnight reports. He'd make the rounds then end up in the cafeteria getting yet another tray set for two. By the time he'd make it back to their suite, she'd be dressed and ready for the day. He always looked forward to seeing how she looked wearing the outfits he chose.
Her second day, he set out a black garter belt, thigh highs, and some platform stripper heels he scavenged from a sex store. No panties. No bra. As he set the tray down, she walked out of the bathroom. She walked slowly with a little wobble every now and then, her hips swaying, naked breasts bouncing. Her dark hair pulled into a pony tail. Her pussy outlined by black lace. His dick went instantly hard. His mouth dry, wanting to quench his thirst between her legs.
Sunny walked towards him and gently pushed him down into the chair. "How do you like my outfit?"
"Fuck, princess. You look good enough to fucking eat. Turn around let me see that sweet fucking ass." His fingers ran through his scruff. He shifted in his seat, his cock straining against his pants.
Sunny turned and peeked at Negan over her shoulder, watching his eyes darken as he drank in her body. She stepped back between his legs and lowered herself onto his lap, leaning back against his chest. She draped her legs over his, spreading herself on top of him. His hands immediately traveled over her body. One stopping at her breast squeezing the soft curve, pinching and pulling her nipple into a hard taut peak. The other skimmed down the flat plane of her torso, touching the intricate pattern of the lingerie before his fingers slid through the hair on her mound reaching her smooth wet slit. She moaned when he spread the wetness he found over her folds covering her delicate pink flesh up to her throbbing clit. He pinched the bundles of nerves causing her to arch and push herself into him. His fingers thrust into her wetness stretching her to accommodate the thick digits. Her hips rolled grinding her ass on his dick as his curved his fingers inside of her.
"Fuck, doll," he groaned as she gyrated on him. He removed his hands from her body. "We're going to have to fucking wait till tonight. I got shit I've fucking to go do."
Sunny whimpered at the loss of his fingers. She slipped off his lap and turned around to face him. Sinking to her knees, she started tugging at his belts.
Negan grabbed her wrists. "I said we'd have to fucking wait. As much as I'd love to sink my dick into that wet pussy of yours, I've got to go."
"You haven't even eaten yet," she pouted. "Please don't leave." She stretched up, wrists still in Negan's hands and gently kissed him on the lips.
He growled against her mouth. "Sunny, I'll fucking be back tonight, and then I promise I'll fucking eat until we are both fucking satisfied." He stood and pulled her pony tail tilting her head back, kissing her deeply. He sucked on her pouting lip as he pulled away. "Be a good girl. No touching yourself, kitten. Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You, daddy," she whispered sweetly, nuzzling into his neck.
"Fuck me. You aren't making this easy. Before I go, thought you might want that." He motioned to her duffle bag, kissed her forehead, and walked away.
He had left her to go jack off in some broom closet like a fucking teenager. He needed her to be a wanton horny mess when he got back. Distracted beyond reason. Desperate for him. And she had been.
Her third day he changed tactics. He set out a t-shirt, boy shorts, and knee high socks. He left a note with breakfast and got the fuck out of Dodge. He couldn't have another case of blue balls following him throughout his day. Fist fucking in a closet, drained his balls but did nothing for his desire. It was never long until he thought of his little girl grinding on him and coming around his cock.
That night when he brought dinner she was reading, all cozy in her chair. She smiled brightly setting down the book and practically skipping to see him. His stomach clenched as she wrapped her arms around him.
"How was your day?" she asked still smiling.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. I found you something today." He scooped her up and carried her back to the chair, sitting down with her on his lap.
She wiggle in excitement. "What'd you get me?"
His hands stilled her movements trying to calm his dick down. "Oh, I think you can fucking ask nicer than that, don't you?"
"Please can I have my present? Pretty please." She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into him. "Don't make me wait. I can't take it."
"Oh, honey, I know for a fucking fact you can take it all. In several positions."
She swatted at his chest. "You're so bad," she said with a laugh.
"Sugar, you've no idea how fucking bad I actually am." He pulled out a small box from his pocket and handed it to her.
Sunny slowly opened the box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut pink diamond surrounded by smaller round white diamonds on a platinum band.
"Oh my god! It's beautiful!" She grabbed his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses. "How did you—Where did you— This didn't come of a rich dead person, did it?"
Negan's threw his head back as he barked out a laugh. "Would it really fucking matter?" He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her finger. "It came out of a fucking abandoned jewelry store. Never been fucking worn before. That thing would've cost more than I made in 6 fucking months."
"Oooh! What did you do before?" Her eyes left her new bauble and locked onto his.
He furrowed his brows. "What's your real fucking name?" he asked.
She stretched out her hand admiring her ring once again and sighed. "Fine. I don't care." She shifted her weight like she was about to get up.
He wrapped his arms around her waist trapping her on his lap. "You're going to fucking tell me someday."
"You can try and make me," Sunny said, relaxing into his hold effectively turning his warning into an embrace.
Negan's grip loosened and his fingers ran through her long flowing hair. "Please, if I wanted to I could have you singing like a fucking canary. Or moaning. Or screaming "daddy" as I fuck you seven ways till Sunday."
Soft lips caressed his jaw trailing kisses to his ear. "Or you can just accept defeat," she said. Her tongue traced the shell of his ear then drew his ear lobe into her mouth sucking gently.
He turned his head and captured her lips with his. His hand slid up her shirt playing with the weight of her breasts. Squeezing and molding them to his touch. Soft caresses and kisses lasted a few more minutes until he stood forcing her to her feet as well. Clothing landing in a trail towards the bed.
He kissed and touched her, worshipping every inch of her body from her head to her toes. His restraint and gentleness had her begging for him to take her. Shaking with want. No filthy words filled the air, just soft praises in his low gravelly voice, whispered in her ear as her body responded to his touch. He took her slowly, drawing out all her orgasms with measured thrusts until he could no longer hold back from his own.
The fourth day he set out average clothes. Some shorts, a shirt, socks, and boots. Letting her think he was taking her out that day. He came home covered in walker guts. The stench was so strong and wretched, it drew her out from the bedroom into the office. Her eyes widened as she saw Negan drenched in tissue and blood. He showered and went down the kitchen for dinner.
As they ate, he wove some bullshit story about being on a run and a herd attacking the group. Reality of it was he just bashed the bodies of walkers on the wall that had separated from the heads. A fresh one too since they're juicier and have a larger splash zone. She didn't ask anything from him after that. She put on a movie and coddled him all evening.
When they climbed in bed that night she crawled between his legs, massaging his cock until it hardened and lengthened in her hands. She licked the precum off the tip before wetting his shaft with her spit. She worked his dick with her hands while sucking on his balls. He moaned when she suddenly took him into her mouth and began to bob up and down. His hand gripped her hair, his mouth spewed filthy words of encouragement, as she took him deeper and deeper until he could feel the back of her throat, her muted moans vibrating his dick. All his concentration was lost when he felt one wet finger massaging between his ass cheeks. It took a lot to make him feel dirty, one little finger made him cum with three more thrusts. Sunny swallowed it all.
"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" He asked still breathing heavily from his release.
Sunny wiped her hand on a tissue. "I found your porn stash."
"You fucking found my—You went through my shit?" Fuck what else had she found?
"You didn't say I couldn't. You haven't told me anything here was off limits. It's not like a big open box in your closet is exactly a good hiding place."
"Jesus fucking Christ. Fine, don't watch porn without me and don't go through my shit."
She yawned and snuggled up next to him. "Fine. I didn't think it was that big a deal. You didn't seem to mind the new tricks I picked up."
"Shut up, you little brat." Negan breathed an internal sigh of relief and mentally added some new items to his to do list. There were certain things she didn't need to see. He needed a small safe to keep those secrets hidden. Better yet, a bonfire.
Today he hadn't set anything out. He knew being naked all day and not getting off the night before would put her mind on overdrive. Once her brain was full of dark tantalizing thoughts, her body would become overstimulated as well, seeking release as soon as he walked through the door. He loved it when she attacked him like a starved predator. A kitten who thought it was lion. He counted the minutes until he could see her again.
Sunny waited in the office for Negan to return. He was late. It was already dark. She had helped herself to food from the fridge a couple hour ago.
She'd been here for 5 days, almost a week, and hadn't left these two rooms. Five days of reading, watching movies, and being bored out of her mind. The get ups he had her wearing weren't helping her situation. Being exposed, seeing herself in the mirror looking every bit a woman instead of a girl had kicked her libido into high gear. She couldn't even touch herself. And she really wanted to try out her vibrator in private. There'd be no way to hide the evidence though, not with the way the thing made her squirt. So she jumped Negan as soon as he walked through the door. He rewarded her enthusiasm every night.
But today, he hadn't left anything out for her to wear. She dressed in jeans, a button down plaid shirt with a white tank underneath, and her boots. Layers were going to protect her from losing focus tonight. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, out of her way. No distractions. Her heart jumped at the sound of the lock of the office door.
Negan walked through, set Lucille by the door, and stopped, staring at her in confusion. "What the fuck are you wearing?" He shook his head and clicked his tongue at her. "Oh, baby girl, that's one."
Sunny looked down at her outfit and back at Negan. "No, it's not! You didn't set anything out so I picked."
"I didn't fucking set anything out, because I wanted you fucking naked." He crossed his arms walking towards her.
"But you said back home—" she started.
"This is your home." He stood in front of her, arms crossed, looming over her.
She jumped to her feet, resting her hands on her hips. "You said back at the house that you wouldn't always pick out my clothes. If you wanted me to wear nothing, you should've left a note."
"Watch your tone." His voice was low and even as he glared at her.
"You watch your tone. I haven't done anything wrong." she said, adding silently yet.
He threw himself down on the leather couch, pinching the bridge of nose. "Fuck, you're right. I'll leave a fucking note next time."
She knew that was as close to an apology as she was going to get. She wasn't about to push him any more than necessary tonight. "Rough day?" Sunny asked kneeling in front of him.
"Same shit different day," he said leaning back to look at her. She looked cute even dressed like a lumberjack.
"You know what would make you feel better?" She covered his mouth with her finger when it opened. "Save your breath with the sex joke. I get it. You have dirty mind and a filthy mouth. I was going to suggest a walk. I haven't been outside in days."
"Not tonight babe. I'm fucking tired." He watched her waiting to see if this would escalate.
"Poor baby." She rested her head on his knee, her hand rubbing the length of his thigh. "You want me to help you feel better?"
"Fuck, babe. I always fucking want you to make me feel better. I've been walking around half hard thinking of you all fucking day." This was going better than he thought.
Sunny ran her hands up his pants and over his growing bulge. She started on his belts pulling them apart and worked on the button and zipper. She pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and kissed her way up his thighs as her hand gripping his hard cock. She licked the thick vein running up his shaft before taking him in her mouth. He groaned and closed his eyes savoring the feel of her mouth as she worked his dick.
Her mouth left him, but her hands kept pumping. "You know there's just two things though."
"What's that, princess?" he asked between moans.
"You forgot to lock the door, and I can run faster scared than you can angry."
Her hands left his body. She bolted for the door and found herself in a hallway. A door to the left had an exit sign over. She just had to hope it was unlocked. It opened onto a fire escape. Sunny took the stairs as fast as she could. She knew she didn't have much time.
Negan's eyes flew open just in time to see her disappear through the door. "God fucking damnit, Sunny! Get your ass back here!"
He jumped to his feet and scrambled to pull his clothes back on and tuck his dick in his pants. He grabbed Lucille on his way out the door. The fire escape was closest exit so he went that way. Sure enough he saw her a few levels below taking the corners of the turns as fast as she could. He ran down the steps skipping two and three at a time with his long strides. He saw her hit the ground and start running towards one of the side walls. She wouldn't make it far before she was stopped. He reached the ground and took off after her.
Sunny rounded a corner. She knew Negan was on the fire escape. His legs were so much longer she had maybe minutes. There would be hell to pay.
"Stop! Get on your knees with your hands up!" yelled a strange voice.
Sunny froze looking at the man in front of her. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her. She complied as she heard the distinct sound of a shot gun being racked.
"What the hell are you doing out past curfew? Deserters have to wait 'til 8 a.m. to leave so I suggest you get back to your bunk and reconsider."
Kneeling on the ground, her hands behind her head, she considered how to best get out of this situation when she heard a low slow whistle coming around the corner. "Well what the fuck do we have here?" Negan asked swinging Lucille in circle.
"Sir, she just came running this way. I was sending her back to her room," the young man said, the confidence in his voice shattered.
"Oh, I'll fucking handle this from here. You get back on patrol and do your fucking job," dismissed Negan. The young man wasted no time following orders.
She stared at the ground as her husband walked a slow predatory circle around her. Her breathing was labored from running and her heart pounded from fear. Or was it excitement?
He stopped in front of her and knelt, lifting her chin with the flat end of Lucille until her eyes met his. "You're in some deep shit, princess. Hope you're comfortable on your knees, because you're going to be spending a lot of fucking time in the position."