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Sunny woke the next day alone. She rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty and made. A note rested on Negan's pillow. She unfolded the paper and tried to adjust her blurry eyes to the neat print.
Princess,
Get up and get showered. You can wear whatever you want today.
-N
She knew Negan would be back soon with their food. She threw off the covers and slid to the floor. She winced at the soreness between her legs, heat spread across her cheeks as she remembered the cause.
Gingerly, she made her way across the room to the bathroom. She stopped shy of the door staring into the full length mirror next to it. Her messy bun lay haphazardly on the side of her head loosened by Negan's grip. Strands that had escaped the hair band stuck out in odd angles like broken spider legs. Purple and red trailed down her neck, breasts, and thighs where his mouth had staked his claim. Bruises marked where Negan's fingers had gripped her hips as he steadied her against the brute force of his thrusts. If she tried hard enough, she thought she could see the outline of his hand on her throat where he had squeezed until she no longer drew breath.
Negan had kept his promise. He had fucked her mercilessly. Any time she got close to orgasm, he'd cease dominating her body, slamming her peak into a brick wall, before changing positions, bending her body and twisted her limbs in ways she had never thought possible, to let the pleasure build once more. It was the first time her pleasure hadn't been a priority, and the first time she hadn't come. Far from being scared of the ferocity of his passion, her body pulsed with want, desire for more. Need.
Not knowing how long she had until his return, Sunny decided to grab some clothes from the closet before showering, wanting to cover the evidence of last night's punishment. She opened the closet and gasped. She hurried to her dressers, opening all the drawers one by one. Empty. All of it gone. Not a single item of clothing was left in her bedroom.
She tried the door leading to the office where Negan's closet was, but as she suspected it was locked.
"Son of a biscuit," she muttered to herself as she looked around the room. He had said to wear anything she wanted….he didn't specify it had to be clothes. She grabbed the sheet from the bed and stomped her way to the bathroom.
Sunny showered and shaved in record time. She dried her hair and brushed the long dark locks out. Finally, she folded the sheet in half, draped a corner over shoulder, and wrapped the rest around her waist twice until she could tie the loose corner to the one on her shoulder. It was by no means a perfect or pretty toga, but it would do. She only wished it covered all the hickies on her neck.
She stumbled out of the bathroom, tripping over the sheet before lifting up the hemline. She first noticed the door to Negan's office was open then she saw her husband leaning over the little table setting their meal for them. Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip as she drank in the sight of his long legs in black cargo pants and his broad back in his signature classic white t-shirt.
"Drink it in, kitten. I know you fucking want to," his voice floated over his shoulder. He rotated to face her, his eyebrows rose as his eyes traveled over her body. "What the fuck is that?"
"You said I could wear anything I wanted. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for a toga," she said with a smile.
"Perfect opportunity? Do you fucking see any frat boys or kegs? Take it off."
"No. If you think I'm wasting my chance to finally use all the nerdy stuff I learned during my Ancient Greek phase, you are mistaken. You said 'anything.' I haven't broken any rules."
"Are you fucking arguing with me? You're just determined to add to your punishments." Bemused, he shook his head. "Not that I mind. I mean, it's your ass after all." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table.
"What punishments? I thought last night…" her voice trailed off.
"Last night? That was just me blowing off some god damn steam. I'd never fucking punish you while I was actually angry. Fuck the shit out of you, yes. But punish you? No. And last night I was really fucking angry." He clicked his tongue and licked his lips. "You still have a shit ton of punishment coming your way, princess."
She tried to swallow the sudden lump in her throat. Her stomach churned as she realized her balance had not been cleared and she was, in fact, up to her eye balls in debt.
Slowly, she undid the knot at her shoulder and let the linen fall to the floor, her nipples contracting as air swirled around them. Goosebumps covered her pale skin as she stepped over the crumpled sheet and stared at the floor.
"Looking a little cold there, sweetheart. You know I'm not a complete asshole. So I brought you this." A black lacy thong with ribbons on the sides hung from his fingertips. "C'mon here, baby."
Sunny's eyes met his as she tip toed towards him. His warm hazel eyes danced with mischief as he knelt down and helped her into the panties. Warm lips grazed her belly and rough fingers trailed up her thighs, pulling the lace up with them. Something hard rested between her legs when the dainty fabric was finally in place.
"What?—"
Negan held up his finger to silence her. "Take a fucking seat, and eat your lunch, honey."
"Lunch?" she asked.
"It's fucking noon. I let you sleep in today. I had the kitchen whip up some food for us though. You're going to need your strength today." He winked at her.
She sat down across from him at the table, shifting uncomfortably when the hard object wedged itself between her folds. She grabbed her fork ready to eat her chicken and rice when vibration shook her core. The fork flew behind her as she jumped and squealed. The sensation ended as abruptly as it had begun.
Negan's head flew back as his laughter reverberated throughout the room. "Holy shit! You should have seen your face. Fucking amazed your eyes didn't pop out your head." He wiped a tear from his eye as his merriment subsided.
"So, your idea of punishment is essentially shock therapy?" she asked, arms crossed glaring across the table.
"Don't cut those pretty eyes at me, sugar. I'm not the one that fucking broke the rules," he said, his brow creased in amusement and his smile growing wider as he observed her petulant behavior. This was going to be fun.
Sunny rose searching for her lost fork. She let out a scream, doubled over, and fell to her knees as her panties buzzed. With her as much dignity as she could, she stood on shaky legs and retrieved her eating utensil returning to the table with her head held high.
"You're juvenile. May I eat my food now? Or are you going to wait until I have a mouthful of rice to attack?" She wiped her fork with her napkin before violently stabbing her food trying to ignore her racing heart and wet heat.
Negan laughed. "Go ahead and eat. I'll try to fucking hold back." He winked at her across the table then took a bite of chicken.
Sunny ate slowly knowing this would be her only reprieve. She did not like the idea of being at his mercy, but there was no denying the reaction her body was having. She was as excited as she was nervous. Finally, she ate her last bite after pushing it around her plate for a few minutes. She looked up and saw Negan leaning back in his seat grinning at her, his long fingers tracing the edge of a small black remote.
"Go freshen up in the bathroom while I get things set up, kitten."
Negan watched her hips sway, the ribbons holding up the black thong bouncing with every step. He looped a short length of chain around each poster of the bed, any scars left on the wood would serve as a reminder. At the end of each chain was soft leather cuff. She was going to learn what happened to bad little girls.
She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Her hair had been pulled up. As he watched her walked towards him, he noticed the panties slipping down her hips.
"Oh, fuck no, sweetheart. C'mere," he ordered.
She stopped before him her hands clasped in front of her naked body pushing her breasts together. A carefully crafted look of innocence played across her face.
"Don't think I didn't notice you loosened those ribbons." He untied one side, lifted the ribbons until he could see the vibrator flush against her body, and tied them tightly then repeated the process on the other side. He slid his hand over her mound making sure the toy rested over her clit. He smacked her ass hard and said, "Get on the bed, bad girl."
Sunny crawled onto the mattress and rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed. She rested her hands on her stomach and waited. "So, what's the plan?"
Negan took one of her hands and raised it to his lips pressing a kiss on her palm. "You'll see."
He laid her hand above her head and slipped the cuff around it. Her head whipped to the side to watch his hands tighten the leather bracelet and adjust the length of the chain stretching her arm. He noticed the subtle change in her breathing and the way her body squirmed, testing the limits of her bonds as he restrained the rest of her limbs.
He viewed his wife spread out before him. He could see all the marks he had left on her the night before. His dick twitched as thoughts of all the depraved things he could do to her in her vulnerable state flashed in his mind. He ran his hand up her thigh, settling in between her legs before clicking the button the remote. Her legs strained against her bonds as her body tried to protect itself. Satisfied that the toy was making sufficient contact his finger held the button down to turn off the toy.
Negan leaned over her and kissed her. "Be good," he whispered against her lips. "No cumming. I'll be back to fucking check on you later." He chuckled as he made his exit from the room closing the door behind him.
The door had barely clicked shut when the first set of pulses coursed through her clit. She yelled in surprise. Instinctively, her body fought against the shackles keeping her body open to attack. The vibrations ceased. She let out a shaky breath she didn't know she had been holding.
Concentrating on her breathing, Sunny attempted to not let the anxiety of anticipating the next set of vibrations overwhelm her. She tried counting her breaths in and out. She tried counting the space between buzzing barrages, but there was no consistency, no pattern, no discernable rhythm to help calm her mind.
The duration and intensity of each session lengthened as time passed whether slowly or quickly she couldn't tell. They would start with a low buzz that changed in octave with every increase in power. The sensations were too much and not enough at the same time. She could no longer tell if she was trying to increase the friction or buck the toy off of her. All she knew was she was no longer fully in control of her body.
Her skin was feverish, a fine mist of sweat covered her body, the sheets sticking to her damp skin uncomfortably. Her muscles ached from pulling on the secure chains holding her in place. Her clit was already overly sensitive, tingling and pulsing even when the vibrator was off.
Sunny's small shrieks of surprise when the bullet switched on turned to wanton moans and whimpers of pleasure. She could feel a climax building. It was becoming harder and harder to hold back.
In her moments of clarity, she imagined Negan stalking around The Sanctuary, Lucille in one hand, and the small black remote in the other, a cocky smile on his face. Anger started mixing with her frustration and lust. She didn't know if she wanted to punch his face or sit on it.
Another wave hit her. She wasn't going to be able to stop her climax from washing over her. Her heels dug into the mattress. Her head pushed against the pillow. Her back arched as a quivering mewl escaped her lips.
"Son of a bitch!" she yelled as the buzzing stopped and her peak plummeted out of her grasp.
Negan heard her choice words through the door to his office as he sat at his desk, going through the mountains of inventories, census data, and reports from all his outposts.
"There it is," he said to himself. He pulled out a clean piece of paper and took note of her colorful language.
He'd been listening through the door to her delicious noises all afternoon. His dick was straining against his pants. He pressed the button on again, listening to her moans turn to screams of ecstasy when he clicked it two more times to max speed. Just as her noises started to crest he held the button down until the light on the remote turned off.
A frustrated cry came from the other room. "God damnit!" she cried.
Negan scribbled that down as well. He wanted nothing more than to go in there and make her scream for him instead of at him. His name on her lips as she tightened around him. Unfortunately, his spoiled brat needed to learn some serious lessons.
Keeping tally of all her infractions, Negan toyed with wife. He must be rubbing off on her more in ways than one with the variety of new vocabulary words she voiced. Chains rattled as her frustration and anger grew. He wondered if she had ever been pushed this far before. Was he being too hard on her? A vision of her running through the door while his spit slick cock throbbed, reminded him that she deserved to know what blue balls felt like.
He looked at the clock, he'd been teasing her for close to 2 hours. He stood, pocketed his notes, and grabbed a bottle of water. He entered the room quietly wanting to observe her in peace for a moment.
Her skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to her forehead and neck. Her face was flushed. Her bottom lip red where she had bitten it. Her eyes dazed and glassy.
"You thirsty?" he asked.
She nodded.
He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her head. He brought the water bottle to her lips and watched her puckered lips close around the edge. She drank as though she had battle the heat of the dessert.
"Why aren't you letting me out?" she whispered.
"Because I told you to be good, and you're fucking determined to break rules."
"What are you talking about?" She turned to look at him.
Negan pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and held it out for her to read. He watched her eyes widen as she realizes what she was looking at.
"That's not fair!" she cried.
"Why the fuck not?" he asked, refolding the paper.
"Because I didn't know you were listening."
"That's just the thing, kitten. See the rules are fucking in effect even when I'm not around. That how rules fucking work. You're supposed to follow them even when you think you won't get caught. Apparently, that's a lesson you still need to fucking learn. And now you can fucking think about the decisions you've made while we start over."
"No, please! I'll be good," she pleaded.
"I know you fucking will. Eventually."
Negan walked out the door and sat back at his desk. Tedious desk work was so much more interesting with the sounds coming from the next room. He always worked better with background noise. And her frustrated moans were music to his ears.
Sunny's thoughts had floated between petty revenge, elaborate murder plans, and tantalizing daydreams that only served to enhance her torture. Her body ached. Her muscles sore. Her pussy throbbing. She envisioned tying him up and teasing him until he hurt as much as she did.
Exhaustion was making it hard to keep her eyes open, but she managed to focus on the door as it opened and her husband walked through smiling. She watched him peel the layers of clothing off his body before climbing over her. She moaned as his chest hair rubbed against her nipples and his mouth claimed her neck. She arched her back, pressing into his body, wishing she could wrap her arms and legs around him.
His kisses followed the trail of marks from last night, down her body until he reached the hemline of her panties. A tug to each hip and the ribbons opened. The torturous lingerie was pulled away from her body. His warm breath played against her wet lips. She cried in relief when his tongue finally swept through her swollen lips in soft soothing laps. He circled her clit, then pressed down flicking the sensitive nub. She protested in whines and whimpers when his mouth left her body unfulfilled.
Negan raised to his knees, cock in his hands. He pulled her body onto his lap, until there was no slack left in the chains holding her arms. He slipped his dick through her folds, sliding in the slickness with ease.
She rocked her body against his the best she could, chasing her orgasm, sure that he would finally let her cum. "Oh yes," she moaned as she felt the familiar build of pressure.
He thrust into her pussy coating himself completely in her wetness. He pulled out and plunged back in. He felt her muscles starting to contract. Slowly, he left her body until only his head was buried. His fist wrapped around his shaft and started pumping. Her hips gyrated trying to coax more of him inside of her.
Her eyes snapped open. Her mouth hung open in horror as she watched him stoke his cock withholding her orgasm once again. A small flicker of anger flashed in her eyes. It was he needed. He watched her pussy fill with his cum as his dick pulsated in his hand. Her body is still writhing, searching for the source of pleasure that left her.
Negan slipped from the bed and trudged to the bathroom, his own orgasm taking more out of him than he thought. He filled the tub with warm water and some fancy scented oil he knew women liked. These were supposed to promote relaxation. If anyone was wound up tight, it was his princess.
He returned to find Sunny half asleep. Her eyes blinking slowly. Her body now lax. His hands worked the cuffs removing them from her wrists and ankles. He lifted her, cradling her to his body as he carried her to the bathroom.
He lowered her into the water and placed a folded hand towel behind her neck.
"Don't drown. I'll be back in a few minutes. You know the fucking rules." He kissed her forehead and left her to soak or abused body.
He threw on some clothes then set about fixing the room. The chains were taken down, the marring of the wood was minimal. Sheets were changed and the bed remade. The table was set with a few sandwiches, bags of chips, and water bottles from his mini-fridge.
Sunny willingly accepted his help getting out of the tub. She let him dry her body then apply lotion to her chafed skin. She only ate a few bites of her meal and asked to go to bed. Negan sat up reading and watching her sleep until he too decided it was time for some rest.
He woke up sometime in the middle of night with Sunny's leg draped over his. She was grinding against his leg. He laughed and rolled her off of him, pinning her hips to the mattress watching her squirm and pout in her sleep until her body finally rested.
Sunny slept in the next day as well. She woke to find herself alone but the door to the office was open. She snuck past it to the bathroom, hoping to be able to get ready for whatever hell he had planned for her in peace. She got her wish.
Feeling clean and refreshed, she entered the office wrapped in her damp towel. Negan was lying on his couch, an arm draped over his eyes.
"Negan?" she said timidly.
His arm lifted and turned to look at her, a lazy grin stretching across his face. "Morning, sunshine. It's about damn time you woke up. I was fucking giving you 15 more minutes."
"Looks like you could've used them. Tired?"
"Yeah, someone keep fucking waking me up humping my leg. You know I call you kitten, but maybe I should fucking call you puppy instead."
Sunny faced burned. She fidgeted with her towel, taking a deep breath. "I'm hungry," she said, desperately trying to distract him.
"Well fuck. I got a special fucking bone for my puppy."
"Oh my god. Stop. Food. I need food. Real food. Not your bone or your sausage or your meat stick or whatever else your filthy mind would come up with."
Negan laughed. "Someone's in a mood today. Remind me not to fucking let you get hungry in the future. I saved you some pancakes and bacon. It's in the fridge. Shouldn't be too fucking cold just yet."
Sunny grabbed the plate in the fridge and sat in the couch opposite Negan devouring her food, not caring for utensils or syrup. Long legs stretched across the entire length of the furniture. With his eyes shut and his arms behind his head he looked peaceful, normal. No mischievous grin or cocky smile. No lust dancing in his eyes as he undressed you in his mind. It was in this peace, that he was the most handsome. Devastatingly so.
"You done eating and staring at me, doll? We've got fucking things to do." He sat up and stretched his long arms, his shirt rising just enough to show a peek of his stomach.
"What are we doing?" She stood and placed her empty plate on the coffee table.
He clutched a couple throw pillows in his hands and walked to his desk. "I'm fucking working. I didn't get all of this shit situated yesterday because someone kept distracting me." He threw the pillows on the floor next this chair and pointed at it. "And I want her to keep fucking distracting me today. Go ahead and drop that towel, sweetheart."
"Yes, Daddy," she said with a saccharine smile as she tossed the towel over the back of the couch.
"Don't think sweet talking me is going to make me go fucking easy on you, sugar."
"I would nev—"
"Never fucking try to manipulate me to get what you want? Do you not fucking remember what you did that landed you in this mess?"
She sighed in defeat. She knelt down, a knee on each pillow, her hands resting in her lap.
"Now spread those legs, let me get a good look at you. God damn, you have such a pretty fucking pussy. I want you to stay just like that."
"How long is this going to last?" she whined.
"Until I think you've learned your lesson. Which you obviously haven't. Besides, don't even fucking act you don't like me looking at you. You'll be fucking dripping on the floor any minute."
A knock on the door, resounded in the room. Sunny panicked. Her hands covered her breasts and her legs closed.
"Go to the fucking bedroom and wait for me. I gotta sort this shit out."
Sunny dashed through the door and closed it behind her. She jumped into the bed and pulled the sheet to her chin. What if they hadn't knocked? They would have seen her naked, kneeling before Negan. She would have died of embarrassment.
A few minutes later, Negan came through the door carrying a black stick. His were hard, his jaw clenched.
"Sorry, princess. Change of plans. I've got to go deal with some assholes who don't know how to do their fucking jobs." He tugged the sheet out of her hands. He placed the black bar near her feet and grabbed the leather restraints off the night stand. "Roll over."
Confused, Sunny did what he asked. She felt the leather cuffs circle her ankles and heard the click of metal. Before she realized what was happening her legs were spread wide. She looked back and saw that her ankles attacked to the bar that had stretched.
"Get on your knees, ass up," Negan instructed.
She pushed her butt into the air, bending at the knees. He reached through her legs, and grabbed her arms then fastened her wrists to the bar as well. A plastic click sounded behind her, but she couldn't turn to see what was going on.
She lurched forwards as she felt something cold and wet push against her asshole.
"Shhh…relax," he coaxes as she tried to struggle away from his exploring digit.
He pushed his finger into her carefully, gently pumping his finger into her tight hole until he felt her body relax and accept the unusual intrusion. He added a second finger working her body, stretching it. She heard the plastic click again and felt something large and hard widening her hole. A slight burning sensation accompanied every small push into her body. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief as her body adjusted and encompassed the entire object.
"Now isn't that a pretty fucking sight. Your ass looks fucking hot with that plug." Leaned down and bit her cheek before giving it a playful smack. "I'll be back in a little while. Don't go anywhere." His laugh could be heard even after he had closed the bedroom door.
Sunny laid there trying to remain calm. This position wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one she found herself in yesterday. At least yesterday she could subtly shift her body around.
The worst part (or was it the best?) was there wasn't a buzzing vibrator to distract her from her thoughts. She was more turned on than she wanted to admit. Her arousal was starting to drip down her legs.
What the hell is wrong with me? How can being trussed up like a turkey turn me on? I was raised to be independent. One man comes along, and I find myself waiting ass up for a punishment I'm looking forward to. And, seriously, why couldn't he put on a movie or some music before he left? Really? That's what you're angry at him for? Not the days of orgasm denial? Not the fact that he's reprimanding you like a child? Oh please, there is nothing childish about these punishments. In fact, the only real punishment is me being left alone with my thoughts. I'm punishing me worse than Negan ever could. Maybe you deserve that punishment too.
She finally began counting and breathing to the numbers she was mentally saying to give her brain something to focus on other than her sexual proclivities or the feeling of fullness she noticed every time she moved her rear. Occasionally, her brain would wonder whether trying to roll over would be worth it, but she decided be spread facing the bed was better than facing the ceiling.
Time crawled by agonizing second by agonizing second. She had no real way to measure how much time had passed. She really needed to ask for a clock.
The bedroom door open with a bang. "Daddy's home. How's my girl doing?" Negan walked in. His usual bright white shirt looked gray and dingy.
"Oh thank god, can you please get me out of these things and get that thing out of me?"
"No. And yes."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not fucking done with you yet."
Sunny heard the rustle of fabric as Negan began stripping. The faint smell of smoke wafted through the air. The mattress dipped behind her and a small thud sounded off to the right as he tossed an object onto the bed.
She tried to turn to see what was going on, but her current position stopped her. Her heart raced as his hand slid down her spine then back over her ass. His fingers dipped in between her legs.
"You are fucking soaked." Negan bent down and nipped her butt cheek. "Damn, baby. You fucking love this don't you?"
Sunny moaned as she felt him pull gently on the plug between her cheeks while his other hand stroked her slick folds until her muscles released the bulb.
"I have been wanting to fuck this ass for weeks." Negan spread lube along the length of his dick. He lined the head up with her stretched hole and slowly pushed himself in. He rocked his hips, pushing himself further into her, listening to her moans, pausing at her whimpers, letting her body adjust to his size. He took his time working his way into her, enjoying how she squeezed his cock. Finally, he was buried to the hilt.
"Fuck you're tight," he said. He gripped her hips, steadying her body, but remained still.
She felt so full and yet it wasn't enough. She lifted her hips and felt him move inside her. His hands flexed into her flesh, a guttural moan resounded in his throat. She rolled her hips feeling him sink deeper into her, ignoring the slight sting as she stretched around him.
"You keep fucking me like that, and I'm not going to last long," groaned Negan.
Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into her. Long deep thrusts into the warmth of her body. He felt her lean back into his movements, heard moaning as his dick disappeared within her. His hips flexed as his speed increased as he drove his cock into her.
She was completely surrendered to him, her body accepting his forceful thrusts. He knew in this moment, the spreader bar and restraints were no longer necessary. She would have remained in position without them. The control he had over her was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out and pumped his dick, sending long thick streams of cum on her ass.
Sunny ached all over and wanted more. Her mind was cloudy, all she could concentrate on was needing release until she heard the shutter of a lens behind her.
"Did you just take a picture?" she shrieked. She could feel his cum running down the curves of her body.
"Oh, fuck yeah. This is going into the fucking spank back for sure."
Horrified she couldn't protest before the mattress shifted. She could hear his bare feet padding on the hard floor then the sound of water running in the bathroom. When he returned a warm wet washcloth cleaned her skin. His hands finally freed her from her restraints. She stretched her body to its full length, rolling onto her back.
Negan crawled over her body. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her moans as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the heat radiating off her body. He knew she was desperate after being denied so many times. There was just one more lesson she needed to learn.
He trailed kisses down her body, sucking on the marks he'd already left and making new ones along the way. Spreading her legs, he let the hot air of his breath tease her delicate flesh and watched her hips buck in response. He ghosted over the salty sweet strait with his tongue giving her a hint of pleasure.
Again her body rose trying to force contact between them. His hands splayed across her thighs, pinning her lower body down. His mouth continued to tease, licking the space between her thighs and lips, nibbling lightly at her smooth lips, gently nudging her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Her hands gripped his hair and forcefully pushed his head down determined to finally get off. His hands circled her wrists, squeezing until she released his hair, then held them down, pressing them into the mattress. He wouldn't give into her attempts to goad him. His tongue traced all the valleys between her folds, his beard brushing lightly against her.
Sunny's legs wrapped around his head pulling him closer. He turned his head and bit into her flesh. He let go as a shocked scream erupted and her legs opened once more.
Negan's eyes gleamed as his thumbs massaged around her pussy. Her wetness dripping down her center. Frustrated cries ripped through her throat and tears gathered in her eyes. Her body went lax as she gave in to his teasing ministrations.
"There's my good girl," he muttered as his mouth closed around her clit and began to suck the small bud.
Sunny's back arched, her heels pressed into the mattress as he added two fingers into her pussy. He curved his fingers, massaging that sweet spot over and over. Her orgasm hit her hard, but he didn't relent. Again and again he watched her cum, squeezing around his fingers, her juices dripping down his chin.
Black spots danced around her vision. The pleasure and release was almost too much. Almost. Tears flowed down her cheeks as days of frustration melted away into a feeling of euphoric bliss.
Negan's dick was hard. Throbbing to cum inside her dripping wet pussy buried to the hilt. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and thrust deep inside her. His fingers circled her clit, flicking and rubbing as he pounded into her.
"Yes, oh god, yes." Her words were drowned by the sound of her screaming as another orgasm shook through her body.
He pulled out, her pussy squirting all over his dick before he plunged into her depths once more. Her fingers clawed at his biceps, needing an anchor as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy clenched around him, and he sought his own release shaking as came deep within her.
Negan pulled her against him, holding her trembling body to his. "All I want is for you let me take care of you. I can't do that if you don't fucking trust me and follow my rules. I could make you so fucking happy if you'd only let me," he said, his deep voice soothing and calm.
As she lay against him, sleep quickly setting in, she thought of his words. He was right. She hadn't truly trusted him. She second guessed his decisions. She really did want to make him happy too. Tomorrow she would try. She would be his good girl.