K is for Kink…Daddy Kink
It was late in the evening when you got the message from Sherry: Negan was back.
Excitement trickled along your limbs, causing goosebumps, as you considered what this meant. You knew exactly what kind of mood Negan would be in when he first came back from a supply run. He would still be flying high on adrenaline, especially since he probably gave the people at Alexandria a good scare, just to make sure they stayed in line. And when he was hopped up on the power and adrenaline from a run, he was certain to come pay you a visit. You were his drug of choice…and you were always itching to give him another hit.
Pulling on your crimson, see-through teddy and matching lacy panties, you arranged yourself carefully on your queen-sized bed. Laying/Lying? (I'm not sure which right now) down on your side, your shoulders were lifted and your waist was arched in the way that best emphasized your curves and showcased your cleavage. A book was held loosely in your hand, as a lame attempt to appear as if you weren't expecting him.
When a knock came at the door, your breath caught in excitement, so that it took a couple seconds before you could fill in your lungs with enough air to call, "Come in!"
The door opened, and there he stood. You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs at the sight of Negan standing at the threshold to your bedroom. He took one look at you, positioned on the bed, and his lips curved upwards before parting to showcase white teeth surrounded by a salt-and-pepper beard that you knew firsthand left the most glorious of marks on the sensitive areas of your flesh.
He stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him. When his long, gloved fingers turned the lock, you felt your heartrate speed up in response. He walked to the foot of the bed, gaze trailing over your half-naked form. His tongue came out and slowly licked along his bottom lip before he captured it between his teeth and gave an even bigger grin. Dear god, just that action alone made you want to spread your legs and beg him to do whatever he wanted.
Pulling off his gloves and shrugging out of his jacket, he reached down and ran a bare hand along the length of your exposed calf, fingers trailing down over the soft flesh. When he reached your ankle, he suddenly wrapped his fingers around the delicate bones and quickly pulled you down to the edge of the bed in front of him. Gasping, the book fell unnoticed to the floor as you found yourself on your back, staring up at Negan. His eyes were glowing with a mixture of swirling lust and glittering adrenaline.
He leaned down so that his upper body blanketed yours, putting one hand on the bed beside your head as his smoke-over-gravel voice whispered in your ear, "You fucking ready for me, sweetheart?"
Your eyes fluttered closed at the words, and a small grin tipped the corners of your lips as you purred, "Yes, daddy."
You felt him freeze, before he raised his head enough to catch your gaze. He catalogued your expression carefully, that sinful tongue again coming out to run across his lower lip before he tucked it into the side of his cheek and chuckled, "Daddy, huh?"
You had never brought up this particular kink before, and hadn't been sure how he would react. However, he seemed…intrigued. Arching your body beneath his so that the tips of your breasts brushed against his shirt-covered chest, you blinked up at him innocently and mewled, "Yes, please. I'll be a good girl for you, Daddy, I promise."
When he pressed his denim-covered erection down hard between your spread legs in response, you internally cheered in victory, while externally giving a soft cry of satisfaction. Reaching down, Negan hooked his fingers in the side of your panties teasingly, holding your gaze while asking, "And what, exactly, is it that you want Daddy to do to you, Little Girl?"
Gasping at his words, you felt a rush of wetness drench your panties as you clutched his shoulders tightly and whined, "I'll do whatever you want, Daddy. Please."
Giving a low groan, Negan started to slowly pull the panties down your legs. Shaking his head and giving a soft chuckle, he growled, "Oh Little Girl, you have no fucking idea what plans Daddy has in store for you."
When his fingers dropped the panties and slid into the wetness between your thighs, you cried out and came hard for Daddy, just like the good little girl that you were.
