"What were the rules I gave you? The rules you asked for?" Negan stood, glaring down at his young bride still on her knees before him.
"Um…no cussing," Sunny said batting her lashes at him innocently.
"Don't fucking go all doe-eyed on me. That shit won't work. What are the other fucking rules, Sunny?" He swung Lucille over his shoulder, his other hand resting on his hip.
"No, lying. Wear what you tell me. No touching myself…."
"Damnit, Sunny. You fucking know which rule I am talking about," he growled pinching the bridge of his nose.
She sighed and averted her eyes to the gravel between his black leather boots. "Do what you say, no questions asked."
"That's fucking right." He paced in front of her. "And does starting a blowjob and running out the god damn door sound like something I would tell you to do? Because I sure as shit know I would never fucking tell you to stop sucking my dick. And I know I fucking told you to stay in that room. What the actual fuck, doll?" He stop in front of her once more. "Look at me."
Sunny raised her eyes. Negan was as mad as she had ever seen him. Furious even. Lips pressed together. The corners of his mouth turned down. She knew she probably deserved some of it, but not all of it.
"Five fucking seconds of freedom and you almost got yourself killed. What do you have to fucking say for yourself?" He knelt down, Lucille in front of him, his chin leaning on the flat knob.
"You think I don't know what you were doing?" she asked quietly.
His eyebrows drew together as he stared at her. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"You're treating me just like he did," she accused.
"Who the fuck are you talking about?" he yelled.
"Distractions and excuses. Every time I asked for a tour. Just like Jackson. He always had a reason why we couldn't go out on a real date. Or hang out with his friends…are you ashamed of me too?"
She thought of the heartbreak she felt when Jackson threw her aside. The pain of her sister leaving like half of her was missing. The hopeless loneliness when her parents never came back. Dead puppies…anything to start some waterworks.
Negan watched as her eyes filled with tears. Fuck. Fucking Fuck. He sighed. "God damnit, I'm not ashamed of you."
She dabbed her cheeks with her sleeve. "Then why do you lock me in?"
"I'm not locking you in. I'm locking all the other motherfuckers out. I keep tabs on all the communities that work for us…maps, inventories, people…plus all our outposts. You name it. I fucking know it. I am the only person that has all the information. It's the only fucking way to keep this place running without some asshole trying to take over."
"But what if there's an emergency while you're gone? What if I get hurt or sick? How do I find the doctor? What if there's a fire? How would I know where to go? Why don't you want to show me?" Her tears were openly flowing as she watched his reaction. Tears had always worked on her father. Her sister had cried her way out of trouble too many times to count.
He shifted on his heels, his eyes closed and opened them again. He laid Lucille down and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Don't fucking cry. Fuck. I just wanted to keep you happy. God damnit."
"By locking in me in our room?" Her head tilted to the side. Her red eyes searching his as she sniffled.
"It's the fucking end of the world. You've been holed up all cozy in your fucking childhood home surrounded by familiar things that felt like home. This place is a fucking shithole of miserable bastards just trying to make it to the next day who have fucking done and seen things that have changed them for the worse. Why the fuck would I want you to see that?"
"So, you don't think The Sanctuary is pretty enough for me? That's so cute." she asked, biting her lip trying not to smile.
"That's not what I said. And don't you dare smile. You are still in a fuck ton of trouble, little girl." He snatched up Lucille and stood.
"I've seen Beyond Thunderdome and Planet of the Apes. I think I can handle a dirty old factory. I wasn't expecting Technicolor Oz, you know. Please?"
His eyebrows raised. "Are you fucking shitting me? You think I'm going to take you on a tour now after the stunt you just pulled? Oh no, sweetheart. You're going to learn who's in charge here."
"We're already out. Please, I'll be a good girl. I promise."
"Open your mouth." He tugged at this belt.
Sunny's eyes widened. "What?"
"Are we going to add this to your list of offences? You want to be my good girl. Prove it."
"But we're outside. Someone might see."
"If you wanted privacy you should have stayed in our room. I said open your mouth." He reached into his boxers and pulled his hardening cock out, stroking it in front of her.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth. Arousal flooded her panties. Her heart slammed in her chest.
Negan held his cock in one hand. Lucille in the other. "Suck."
Sunny raised up onto her knees and took the leaking tip into her mouth swirling her tongue around the head. She felt his hand move up the back of her head and grab her bun at the base. Without warning, he thrust deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She gag and choked as he stayed buried inside her. Her eyes teared once again as she looked up and saw him watching her. He pulled out then snapped his hips forward watching her struggle to relax and take all of him.
She placed her hands on his hips, feeling the muscles working, giving her time to anticipate his next movements. Closing her eyes, she worked on steadying her breathing through her nose as his Negan's cock cut off air supply through her mouth. She forgot all about her surroundings. They were the only two in existence at that moment. No guards. No walkers. No survivors. Just them. Finally, she was able to take his length, moaning as much as she could as he set a quick pace using her mouth.
With her lips covering her teeth she applied pressure on his shaft. She would have tried tilting her head but the hand in her hair was keeping her firmly in place. She knew this was a show of dominance. She would not be allowed to take charge. The throbbing between her legs increased as he voiced his pleasure in guttural moans.
Negan pulled her hair forcing her back on her heels. He let go of her head and pumped his dick hard in his fist. "Open."
Sunny obeyed immediately. She watched his hand work his dick until sticky streams of cum shot into her open mouth. She finally swallowed as he started tucking himself back in his pants.
Negan held out his hand. "C'mon, princess."
She took his hand and gingerly climbed to her feet. Her knees hurt from the gravelly cement. That wasn't the only part of her that ached.
"Hold her for a minute." Negan passed Lucille to Sunny as he zipped his fly and buckled his belt.
Sunny lifted the bat and let it sway in her hands. It was heavier than she thought it would be. Solid. Powerful. "So what are we going to see first?" she asked hopefully.
He snatched Lucille out of her hands and swung her over his shoulder. He threw his other arm around Sunny, pulling her close while leading her away. "Like fuck you're getting off that easy," he said.
"You did," she counters playfully shoving him with her shoulder.
"Watch it, doll," he warned.
"Please? We're already outside. And we both know I won't see the light of day any time soon. Please? Pretty pretty please?" she begged.
He continued to walk towards the fire escape. "I should just throw you over my fucking shoulder and chain you to the fucking bed."
"You were probably going to do that later anyways. Please." She hugged him around the waist stopping him in his tracks.
Negan looked down into those green eyes. He glared her. "You better not make me regret this," he growled.
Sunny smiled brightly and threw her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. "Thank you."
He gripped her chin and pulled her face away from his. Looking into her eyes he said, "You won't be thanking me later, kitten. You haven't won anything. This little 'victory' is going to cost you."
God fucking damnit. How did this get turned around so fast? What the fuck kind of voodoo did she pull to actually get her way? Why the fuck didn't I lock the door behind me? He thought to himself.
Negan knew he was going to have to double down to keep her in line after this. She did have a point about emergencies and needing to know where to go. And fuck, those tears. She had thought he was embarrassed by her…that would have fucking broken his heart in another life. He was thankful that at least only graveyard shift guards were out. He looked down at her walking…no practically skipping next to him…he had definitely underestimated her. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
Sunny stopped as they headed toward the main gates pulling on his arm. He turned to look at her. Her eyes widened in fear. Snapping jaws and snarls mixed with sound of metal clanging. "Do I hear what I think I hear?" she asked.
"We use walkers to protect the gates. It's pretty effective." He place his hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward. "You wanted to see this."
Putrid rotting flesh filled her nostrils. It smelled like the fence line at home before Negan cleared it out. She could only imagine how bad it must reek during the heat of the day.
"We have to protect what's ours. Best way to do that is with a shit ton of weapons and these walkers."
"Doesn't the noise they make and the lights attract more walkers? How does that make you safer?"
"We're always in fucking need of new walkers. They don't stay fresh forever. We have people that corral any new comers and add them to the wall."
"I don't envy the people stuck with that job," she said, covering her nose and mouth with her elbow.
"That job is reserved for those who fucking break the rules. The rules are there for a reason. They keep us safe. You might want to try to fucking remember that. Stay here."
Negan walked off approaching two guards facing away from them. The men turned and immediately looked to the ground, their knees bending.
"Don't bother kneeling," he said with a wave of his hand. "I need whichever one of you sorry shits that has the walkie to radio the other guards tonight and tell them I'm walking around. If they see me, they need to get the fuck out of my way. No kneeling. No fucking talking. Just move the fuck along. Got that?" he said to the men. Last thing he needed was a bunch of pricks kneeling in front of Sunny making him look like the asshole he actually was.
"Yes, sir," they said in unison. Negan shook his head and started back towards his girl who waited obediently…finally.
Sunny watched the exchange. She couldn't hear what they were saying. Neither guard looked towards her the whole time. As Negan left them, one picked up his walkie and started talking.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"Had to make sure no one else pulled a fucking gun on you," he said. "C'mon."
They walked the perimeter of the yard until they came to a makeshift garden with raised beds. Sunny could see a variety of vegetables growing. She thought of her greenhouses. She should have brought some seeds with her. She had more than she would have ever been able to grow.
A little ways past the garden was a chicken coop. She sighed and thought of her barn full of chickens. She forgot to tell Sherry that a few of them liked to pet. Would they miss her? Poor Camilla, probably wondering why she wasn't getting any love.
"What's that face for?" asked Negan.
Sunny shrugged. "Oh, I was just thinking of my chickens. Do you think Sherry will cuddle them?"
Negan laughed. "Fuck no. Why? Did you cuddle them?"
"Chickens can be very sweet. Some of them like hugs. Don't judge me." She crossed her arms, her eyebrows knitting into a scowl.
"No judgement. I mean—I knew you liked cocks—but I didn't know you liked chicks too."
Sunny smacked his shoulder and laughed. "You have a dirty mind."
"You like my dirty mind and my dirty fucking mouth, because you are my dirty girl."
"I'm not a dirty girl," she said indignantly.
"You just sucked my dick outside while guards are patrolling. You could have said no, but you didn't. And I bet you soaked through whatever panties you're wearing." He pulled her into an alley between buildings and pushed her up against the wall. "Why don't we see just how fucking wet you are, princess?"
He popped the button on her jeans, the zipper slid down as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her underwear. He was met with little resistance as the slickness in her folds coated his fingers.
Sunny's breathing hitched as he stroked her heat. She felt another rush of fluid and moaned when he circled her clit. Her hips rolled trying to deepen the friction, but he pulled his hand away from her.
Negan raised his glistening fingers and licked them clean, savoring the flavor of her juices. She stared mesmerized by the sight of his tongue lapping at his long digits. "See? Fucking soaked from sucking me off. I could fuck you right now and you'd fucking love it. Dirty girl."
He's right. What the hell is wrong with me? I am a dirty girl. When did that happen? What happened to my moral compass? His stupid magnetic personality is messing it up. That's what. Do I even care? Of course you do! What would your parents say? They'd freak out…if they ever found out. Oh my god….I'm lying to my hypothetically alive parents. That's a red flag. Really? That's the red flag and not going down on your husband in a public area?
Negan's hand tipped her chin up until her eyes focused on his. "Hey. There is nothing wrong with enjoying what you enjoy. So you like the thrill of getting caught. Who fucking doesn't? I can tell you are over thinking this and beating yourself up. I like you being my dirty girl. Hell, I just busted a nut and am half hard already thinking about how fucking sexy you would be bent over against this wall with your pants around your ankles and my cock stuffing your wet cunt."
She felt her pussy clench as she pictured him slamming into her from behind. Her hands bracing against the strength of his thrusts on the cold walls. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down towards her. Their lips crashed, tongues twirled as she pressed her body against his. She didn't care where they were only that this ache between her legs went away.
He pushed her away and held her at arm's length. "Oh no. I'm not fucking you right here. When I finally get my hands on you, it won't be some quick bang in an alley. Fuck that. Do up your pants. We're finishing this god damn tour."
Frustrated and wet, Sunny had no choice but to follow Negan. They walked by a collection of vans, trucks, motorcycles, and cars on the way to the warehouse where new shipments secured on runs or taken from other communities in exchange for protection were inventoried. He showed her the commissary where everyone spent their points on items they might need. The kitchen and cafeteria which served two meals a day breakfast and dinner in hopes of making supplies last longer. The room with the large furnace served as a meeting place when announcements needed to be made. There was a barracks of sorts where point workers slept. When rooms became available they were sometimes moved into more private quarters.
As they climbed the stairs back to their floor, Negan explained that the basement floors were used for prisoners and rule breakers. Doc had an office on the first floor so they wouldn't have to carry injured people up so many flights of stairs. The laundry rooms were also on the first floor. Easy to get the machines in and people could pick up their clothes to or from work. The saviors had floors dedicated for their rooms and a couple rec rooms where they could unwind. She was to avoid those. A floor or two was converted for point workers, mostly families and single women to live in with a couple rooms set aside for a nursery and classrooms. The floor they lived on was empty except for them, because Negan needed his privacy.
"It seems a little selfish to keep all these rooms empty when there are people who could use them."
"Fuck yeah, it is. But I don't fucking care. I need some place where I can get away from all those dickheads."
Negan opened the door letting her walk through the threshold first. He stepped through the doorway, turned and locked the door behind him pocketing his key ring. He followed her through his office into their bedroom.
Staring at her, he said, "You know I would never let anything hurt you, right?"
Sunny turned suddenly. "Y-yes," she said confused by his leading question.
He closed the distance between them, bringing his hands to her cheeks. "You know I love you, right?"
She had not been expecting the night to take this kind of turn. They had never discussed their feelings before. She knew he cared about her but had never thought of labeling his feelings or hers as love even though they were technically married. "You do?"
"Of course, I do." He whispered bringing his lips to hers. "I want you to remember that. Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't. Now strip."
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