When Tristan woke up she was lying on her left side. A hand presses against her belly. Its connected to a lean arm that wrapped almost fully around her waist. Negan. He sent Alex to fetch her and had already concocted this idea or "cuddle time". She agreed to it for her people sake. In no way did she turn over and show him her belly like that asshole Gregory from The hilltop community. He insisted on calling Tristan, Tamara. She wondered if you did that out of general confusion more than the idea of being a complete dick. Her settlement provided the hilltop with chickens and a little grain.

To show his appreciation, Gregory tried to hit on her. An idea that sounded weird considering that the man appears to be somewhere between his mid to late 50s. She never had a thing for older men. Not even before the apocalypse. She yawns while lifting herself up . Here Tristan sat after allowing herself to share this bed with a monster. A monster who would been down and lick her feet enthusiasm as he did her vulva. An attempt to slide from under Negan's arm fails as the mattress shifts. He moves forward wrapping his other arm around her.

"Where are you off to," He asks with a sleep tainted voice.

"I need to return to my men," she says.

" Tyler and Blake came to see about you," he reveals. " I told them that I'll send for them when you wake up." She imagined the looks on their faces. Tyler's jaw set with that dark look in her eyes. There was one time when it softened. That happened right when he leaned over to take Blake's place between her thighs. Blake's cheeks crimson red as he looked at Negan hoping one day to separate his head from his neck.

"Can you let go of me so, that I can leave." Her voice a little on the harsh side as she spoke. Negan abided by her request not before pulling one of her. braids back to kiss her bare shoulder. "I want you to meet me later," he says as she gets up. "I'll send one of my men to get you." Tristan doesn't even need to look at him to know that smirk is on his face. He starts whistling as she leaves the room.

Back at the room where she slept for a reason hours near Tyler and Blake, both men were furious. She entered the room feeling the crackle of energy in he air. The first person to speak being Tyler. " If I am speaking out of fucking turn then please let me know," he replies. "What is going on between the two of you." Tristan sighs. As much as she anticipated this conversation it's still hit her hard. "Nothing," she replies.

Well it's obvious that he has feelings for you," Blake says. She rolls her eyes. "I am aware of that, "she says. "But, to keep you all safe I have to appease Negan.

Tyler asked, "what happens when he realizes that you don't share his feelings?"

"He is already aware of that. "Tristan crosses her arms. "We have to keep a good rapport with Meagan. Rowan fucked that up and lost his life."

"Did something happen between the two of you, " Tyler inquires. She nods her head and explains, "no, I did not fuck him. I haven't done anything to him. Blake has always known that Negan had his eye on Tristan and warned her about that. He also, knew that no one owned her. A trait that he admires, but that did not stop him from worrying about her. She knew that he would continue to worry even after they returned to their settlement.

Negan sits sipping lemonade in a white lawn chair in a room with window on each side. He's surrounded by greenery. Pots filled with dirt and flowers. Tristan enters the makeshift greenhouse. It's a room with a ton of windows. The smell of raw earth and fertilizer lingering in the air. "This is my pet project, "he says. "A way for us to be independent. It won't stop us from pick ups though."

She walks over while her men hang back by the doorway. I'm surprised that your man allows you to enter the room alone, "he says. "you would think that one of them got a taste of you or both did and they don't want to share." Tristan doesn't answer remaining compose and calm. She feels and reach for her hand which is cold and wet from the condensation on the glass. "You have a very soft hands, "he remarks. A saying that made her run her eyes.

She stood with apart from him. About an arms length away. You careful he guides from over towards him. "I'm looking forward to feeling those hands on my dick, " he says.

"I let you taste me for my own benefit," she tells him.

"I know and I want to do it one more time before you go," he says while licking his lips. "That is if you'll let me."

" No, that wouldn't be wise for our business relationship."

He glances up setting the glass on the table. "What would make you think?" He has his eyes on her. "You believe that I would think less of you if you sucked my dick." His eyebrows rise as he rubs his chin. "Honestly, I want to bend you over right now and fuck the shit out of you. I also want to discuss our deal."

" I wouldn't feel comfortable ," she replies.

"Is that so," Negan releases her hand then gets up with a grunt. He towers over her by a few inches. A frown on his face as he steps closer. Tristan takes a step back, but Negan follows hwe. He raises both hands impresses them against her soft cheeks. His eyes on her lips watching them part slightly.

He leans down to kiss her mouth. Filling it with his pliant tongue that tastes of sugar and tart lemons. The same tongue that drew circles on her clit with her cum making Tristan whimper.

She holds her hands down at her sides trying to hold on to some semblance of control. Failing as Negan's hands run down her neck and shoulders only to drift down to the small of her back. Her body arches as he pulls her close. His hips pressing hard against hers.

The kiss breaks only so, that he can trail his lips over her jawline moving toward the left. The next target being her neck which succeed in drawing a hiss from him as her fingers nails graze the skin his arm. She moans. Her head dips back as she loses herself in the slow wave of pleasure. A wave which began at her core and rose dipping gently over her breast leaving a ruby blush.

He abandons her throat releasing Tristan. His hands working feverishly to unbuckle her belt. She watches catching her breath. He crouches in front of her to kiss her belly, lingering inches from her sex. Tristan doesn't notice when he unbuttons or jeans or the moment that his thick fingers zip down her fly.

She doesn't protest as he guides her to his chair. The jeans come down along with her black panties before Tristan can comprehend. "Relax," he breaths against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Torture. Pure unadulterated torture. Yet, it feels so good. He lets her suffer a little more kissing everywhere, but her throbbing clit. When he finally does kiss it, she moans lowering herself down. Her legs parting a little wider to give him more room. The second time that Tristan cums is when he stops. He rests his cheek against her left thigh. No one entered to disturb him not even her men as per his request. For a minute, he forgot where he was. But, her scent filled his nose.

Feeling a slight breeze he looks down at his flaccid member still dribbling cum. This time he definitely unleashed the beast. While, he's distracted Tristan manages to pull up her panties followed by her jeans.

"Tristan," he says while zipping up his jeans. " I still fucking respect you." Words that do nothing to change her mind. Negan notices that look on her face. The narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. She gets up and leaves while buckling her belt.

He's left kneeling feeling disconnected. No matter what he does she pulls away. A minute or so of sulking he allows himself before getting up. He downs the last of his lemonade then tosses the glass. It smashes into jagged shards as it hits the floor. A small puddle of icy water with ice cubes floating as they melt into the congealed mess.

He exits barking at the men to send someone in to clean up the mess. The mask lowers in place. He'll deal with his feelings later. Lucille perched on his shoulder as he walks through the Sanctuary. One quick turn and all that he can hear is the wives giggling. He quickens his step whistling.

The door's always open as they wait. Each one rising to meet daddy and have their turn. As always he's happy to oblige them. After what he did with Tristan, Negan will need atleast three of them. Just a few minutes to get his head straight.