E is for Experimental
Negan looked at you dubiously, his brows furrowed deep in thought. You reached down and gave his dick a couple fast strokes through his jeans, and were rewarded with a low moan.
"Come on, baby, just this once?" you pleaded, giving him your best begging face. "I promise it'll be worth it."
He considered for another few long seconds then gave a huff and shake of his head, before acquiescing, "Fine, doll. Fucking fine."
Trying not to squeal and jump up and down with excitement, you got off the bed, where Negan was lounging shirtless among the crimson sheets. Standing at the foot of the bed, you placed a finger against your upper lip and looked at him, considering.
"I think the pants and boots need to go," you suggested lightly.
Negan smirked. "Doll, if you're going to take charge of the situation, you gotta say it like you mean it."
Frowning and squinting your eyes at his words, you realized that he was right. You were so used to Negan being in control, that even though he had agreed to let you have the reigns this time, you were hesitant to do so.
Straightening your shoulders and affecting a more serious, commanding tone, you ordered, "Take off your pants and boots. Now."
Negan's eyebrows rose at the change of tone, before he nodded and drawled, "Yes, ma'am." He leaned down and kicked off his boots before unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his legs to kick off the side of the bed, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. You walked over to the armoire and opened the drawer where Negan kept some of his toys. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, you walked back to the bed, stripping off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in a bra that was black with purple-trimmed lace, and a pair of matching panties.
Negan groaned at the sight, and when you walked around to the side of the massive bed to stand near the headboard, he reached out to try and snag an arm around your waist. Jumping back out of reach, you scolded, "Ah ah, no touching, mister. Now lay down and put your arms above your head."
He looked like he wanted to argue. He eyed the handcuffs in your hand for a few moments skeptically, and you were convinced that he wasn't going to go through with this. That his pride and ego wouldn't let you take control to this extent. You were pleasantly surprised when he gave a sigh and laid down on the bed, his long, lean arms stretching above his head submissively. The warm, fuzzy thought hit that this showed more than anything just how much he trusted you.
Leaning over, you clicked one of the cuffs around his wrist, before threading it through the headboard and hooking it around his other wrist, successfully capturing him. He gave a tug at the cuffs, as if to test them, and you grinned when they didn't budge. You ran your fingers down his arms slowly before cupping his face with your palm, his salt-and-pepper beard an erotic friction against your hand. You then slid your fingers down over his throat, tracing the skull and crossbones tattoo on his left pec and feeling the second, softer layer of salt-and-pepper hair that covered his chest.
When you got to his hips, you hooked fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs and pulled them down his long, toned legs, exposing his cock. It was fully erect, standing tall and proud against his stomach, the dripping head showcasing just how much he was enjoying this. You were about to crawl up on the bed and take that delicious cock between your lips when you had an idea…a very, very naughty idea.
Looking around the room, you saw Lucille lying across the couch near the door. Walking over, you picked her up delicately, the cool wood in your palm causing a dart of power to flow through your limbs. You wondered if this was how Negan felt when he held her: unstoppable and completely in control.
Walking back over to stand beside the bed, you saw that Negan's gaze was fixated on Lucille. His eyes flashed nervously, but his voice was steady when he asked, "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Swinging Lucille down, so that she pointed in Negan's face, you accused, "Watch your language. Lucille and I are ladies, and will be talked to as such."
You saw the moment that Negan realized you weren't playing anymore; that you were well and truly in control…and enjoying it. He stared up the length of Lucille and met your gaze, giving a quiet nod before replying, "Yes, ma'am."
God, those words out of his mouth made you wet.
Moving Lucille down so that she lingered over his chest, you commanded, "Don't move," before lightly pressing Lucille into the top of Negan's chest. He gave a groan of pleasure when you slowly drug the barbed tips down the center of his chest to his stomach, leaving red scratches behind. Both you and Negan were surprised to find out just how much of a turn on this was, and when you moved Lucille down to trail over Negan's hip, just inches from his cock, he let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper.
"Fucking hell, doll," he gritted through clenched teeth.
"I thought I told you to watch your fucking language," you growled, and pressed Lucille into his thigh just a little harder than before, causing pinpricks of blood to raise on his skin. He gave a strangled moan and started panting, twisting his arms as if to try and get out of the cuffs, but they held strong.
"Now, if you be a good boy for me, and ask real nicely, perhaps I'll suck your cock," you taunted, swinging Lucille back and forth above his torso. Negan watched her pendulum motion as if in awe, and he uttered the words, "Please, doll."
"Please what?" you asked, a smirk curling your lips.
He growled and jerked unsuccessfully against the cuffs again. While you may have Negan currently at your mercy, you weren't stupid enough to think that he was well and truly tamed. It would be like trying to domesticate a caged tiger. Sure, you knew that it couldn't attack you with the metal bars in place, but if you tried to reach through the bars and pet its beautiful body, there was still a chance of losing your hand.
Finally, he gave a snarl and relented, "Please suck my cock!"
Grinning, you teased, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Moving down to the foot of the bed, you crawled up to kneel between his spread thighs, still gripping Lucille tightly. You wrapped your free hand around Negan's cock, and his head fell back with a moan.
"You're about to blow your load already, aren't you? I think you enjoyed Lucille's foreplay, you naughty little boy," you whispered, before leaning down and taking his cock into your mouth.
Negan started moaning in earnest as you worked your tongue and lips down over him, gently scraping with your teeth to add a slight edge of pain, just how Negan liked it. He was at the edge within minutes, his hips jerking up and down and his arms pulling at the handcuffs, causing the metal to clang loudly against the headboard. Deciding to push his limits just a little more, you brought Lucille down so that she laid on the sensitive flesh of his lower stomach, right above where your mouth was wrapped around his cock.
You sped up your motions, keeping the pace until Negan gave a cry that let you know his orgasm was imminent, and moments away. It was then that you released him from your mouth with a pop, pulling his cock down towards his thighs with your fingers and letting go. It bobbed back up towards his stomach…and knocked against Lucille.
He came with a loud shout, his body jerking and shuddering violently, cum jetting up out of his cock in foreful spurts before landing on his stomach and thighs. You wrapped your hand back around his hard flesh, stroking him through it, your fingers smearing the pinpricks of blood that had beaded on his cock from Lucille's brutal yet erotic kiss.
When he was done coming, his body settling down to random shivers and involuntary jerks, you crawled up over his chest and released him from the handcuffs. He looked up at you in awe when you moved back down to straddle his hips, your finger scooping up a streak of cum that was on his chest, before lifting your finger to your mouth and sucking it clean.
"Well now," you gloated, a seductive smile on your lips as you stared down at him. "I'd say that was definitely worth it, wouldn't you?"
His only response was a growl as he sat up and threw you to the side, his body covering yours as he proceeded to reestablish his control over you…and show you that turnabout was fair play.
