Tristian shifts to the right side of the bed still deep in sleep. Footsteps gather outside of the door of the room that she sleeps in along with her men Tyler and Blake. One pair of footsteps moves close to the door. It turns the knob then pulls the door open slowly. A voice whispers her name twice before she opens her eyes. "Who is calling my name," she answers in a tired voice. The door opens wider as in walks a shadowy figure. "I am. Negan asked for you."
She follows this Savior named Alex out of her room into the hall. He leads Tristan into the wives lounge then ushers her straight to Negan who sits at the left side of his bed. He's dressed in grey pants and a white shirt. " You can go, Alex," Negan instructs the Savior who then exits.
Tristan rubs the sleep out of her eyes as Negan pats the space next to him. For some reason, she hesitates a bit. "Come now! After all that pleasure that I gave you," he boasts in disbelief. One single lick of his lips warms her insides reminding her of the night before.
She lets out an exasperated sigh as she walks over. Negan grins like a Cheshire Cat watching her. "Why did you ask me to come here?"
"For a simple request," he replies leaning back to rest on his hands. " After I made you cum like a fucking waterfall three times you left. No goodbye kiss or anything. Not even a goodbye bj."
Tristan crinkles her nose turning away from him. "I'm not shy," he reveals. "Cum doesn't gross me out. Hell, I've eaten some of mine more times than I can count." Negan rubs his beard then says,"Anyway, I am disappointed that you left me. So, I brought you back here for one reason...to sleep."
"Wait! What?"
He goes on to say, " Normally, when I fuck the wives they get up and leave. I never ask them to fucking stay. "
Is he serious? He woke her up for this. Tristan gets up and starts to make her way to the door when he tells her to stop. Her eyes roll heavenward. This has to be a fucking joke.
" I want you to lay in my bed with me," he explains. " I need to see how the fuck it feels..."
"You have wives for that," she reminds him. " I'm not comfortable leaving my men in that room alone like sitting ducks."
"Look at me ,Tristan," he says. She refuses to he has gone too far. Then he growls, "Don't make me repeat myself."
She faces him being sure to make contact. His lips shut tight as he squints at her. Tristan returns the look and crosses her arms. "Tyler and Blake are safe," he explains. " You have my word." His voice sounds lower than usual. "I won't touch you unless that's what you want."
"What if I refuse," she asks him. His hazel eyes darken as he replies raising an eyebrow, "Do you really want to know the answer to that?"
A few hours later a knock at Negan's bedroom door rouses him out of a deep sleep. What part of do not bother me do these fucks not understand. He grabs Lucille from her leaning spot on the wall as he stalks over to the door. Negan turns the knob. He glances at Tristan skeeping with her back turned. He frowns as he pulls open the door. Fat Joey stands in the lounge alongside Blake and Tyler on the right of him.
Though they are not as tall as Negan both men are muscular with almost the same square jaws and angry stares. Both men averted their eyes away from Negan. "What seems to be the problem that neither of you jackasses could wait until, morning to solve?" He curls his hand around the door handle. "Boss," Joey stammers, "They came demanding to see Tristan. I know that you told us not to fucking..."
"Shut the fuck up , Joey," Negan shakes his head then tells the other two men that Tristan is asleep at the moment. "When she gets up , I'll tell her you two came looking for her." They hear him loud and clear, but refuse to move. Not until, he shows them Tristan. Both man glance in then walk away.
" Wake me up again and I will fuck you up," he reprimands. Without waiting for Joey's reply , Negan shuts the door then sets Lucille down by the bed. Tristan turns facing his side of the bed still sleeping. Negan climbs back in shifting his hard member that is resting against his thigh.
He thought about how her knees gave out as he licked her. Forward he pulls Tristan over his shoulder then lays her down gently on his bed. "So, beautiful," he whispers pulling her pants down to her ankles. His thick fingers carefully parting her wet lips. If he can't fuck her this will do. His tongue grazing her flesh as she whimpers. All he can do not to cum is focus on something... anything else. That fails miserably as he feels the semen leaving him dripping down his thigh. It all ended with her passing out with a calm look on her face. Negan spent a few minutes watching her before he too succumbed to exhaustion.
Something happened between Tristan, Blake and Taylor. Negan sensed as they stood with her the day before. Both men hang on her every word. They respect her and protect her. A feeling that he too understood. She didn't belong to anyone. That didn't stop him from wanting her. That's why he accepted the opportunity for a taste of her. A moment that Negan dreamt of and the experience blew his fucking mind. If only she would accept his offer. He turns to face her then shuts his eyes. Tristan would make him very happy. The other wives not so much.