You didn't know what the second part of Negan's terms of surrender were going to be, but since you'd returned home from your joy ride with him you'd been anticipating the moment. The problem was, you'd been anticipating the moment for three very frustrating days. Even though he would never know if you relieved some of your tension, you weren't a cheater. He'd said no touching so no matter what you were officially, painfully, hands off.
Work was done for the day and you'd taken an almost cold shower before returning to your shared room to find a red box tied with a black ribbon and a note that said, 'I found another toy store'.
Two of your three roommates were in the room, you could feel their eyes burning like laser targets into the side of your face as you picked up the box and casually placed it on the table by your bunk. You couldn't open it just yet, not when they were watching you, judging you.
Slipping your feet out of the flipflops you'd wore in the shower you flopped onto your bottom bunk, fluffing your pillow and faking sleep until you heard the bedroom door squeaking open. You prayed it was your room mates leaving but quickly realised it was something else, or more appropriately, someone else.
"Er.. we'll get out of your way Sir," one roommate insisted, followed by the other who simply mumbled, "sorry," like they had to apologise for being in their own room. It could only mean one thing.
When the door clicked shut you opened your eyes to see Negan sliding off his leather jacket, his eyes firmly fixed on you before they rested on the red box. "You didn't open it."
"In front of prying eyes?"
He slid onto the end of the matress, looking like a giant crammed on your bottom bunk, "if you married me you wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes."
"Just sharing a room with five other women."
"They don't sleep in my bed baby."
"Do you?" your voice contains more venom, more frustration than you like to use with Negan and he certainly notices it.
He cocks his head to the side, a devilish smile filling his cheeks before he picks up your foot, kissing the tip of your toe, "not tonight."
You force a smile, wondering why you're giving him a hard time. When you started sleeping with him you made yourself a deal, it was going to be sex and nothing more. Just a warm body to use while you were still alive and the world's supply of condoms were still in date. The way his thumb his rubbing rough little circles on the sole of your foot is reminding you just how much you want to stick to that deal, right now.
"Open your present," he murmurs as his lips sink against the arch of your foot.
You shift awkwardly, reaching out for the box as Negan keeps your foot firmly in his possession. You read the card a second time before unfastening the ribbons and thumbing open the lid to reveal the illicit contents. Suddenly you're thanking god you waited before opening this little box of tricks, you're throat grows dry as you pick up the tube of lube and glanced at him.
"I wanna have all of you," he says, pulling out the leather cuffs, the look in his eye challenging you.
Negan has mentioned going where no man had gone before like he was some kind of intrepid explorer journeying to mars. Only when he said it, he was referring to his cock and your ass.
You push the box of tricks onto the mattress. "I'm not sure about this."
"You surrendered, are you gonna refuse the terms?"
"And what if I do?"
"Accept the terms, break them, makes no damn difference to me. I have spent the entire fucking day thinking about you. So whatever you say I'm gonna tie you to the bed and make you so goddamn needy that you will be fucking crying for my cock and begging for mercy."
The look on his face tells you he means business and the way a tingle of excitement throbs between your thighs tells you he can do whatever he wants. "Negan," your voice is already needy as you reach for him.
He pushes you onto your back, kissing your neck, his hands sweeping under your vest as you writhe below him, knowing exactly where you need his touch. His fingers hook into your pants as he sits up, hitting his head on the top bunk with a groan.
"Fucking hell baby, this would be a whole lot more fun in my room."
"You know the rules."
"You've got more fucking rules than me."
"I have three." 1, he didn't mention his wives names. 2, you didn't ever go to his room. 3, when you decided things were over between you he accepted it no questions asked. They were the rules you'd thought you needed to protect you from the way his chocolate brown eyes made your breath catch and forget he was an emotionally unavailable fuckwad that also happened to be the best sex of your life.
"Right," he rolled off you, pulling his jacket back on before grabbing his box of tricks.
You hold back from asking, 'where are you going' or 'what are you doing?'. Desperation isn't a flavor you like on your tongue. Instead you lean your head on your hand, silently watching him with your come fuck me eyes.
"You don't like my bedroom and the last time I fucked on a bunk bed I was 15. It's not an experience I want a repeat tonight," he reaches for your hand, pulling you from the bed.
"What are we doing?" you ask, excited.
"You're coming with me," he crouches slightly and as quick as a heartbeat, Negan throws you over his shoulder, never losing grip of his little red box.
"Negan!" you protest as he turns, heading straight out of your bedroom door. You aren't keeping your relationship with Negan a secret, but you're at least trying to be discreet. At least that's what you tell yourself. Now, flung over his shoulder like a prize kill you were being anything but discreet.
As Negan marches through the Sanctuary you have no choice but to squeeze your eyes shut to at least stop yourself from seeing the people who were witnessing this moment.
You hear him kick open a door and suddenly you're falling, landing softly on a double bed in one of the rooms usually given to his top lieutenants. Negan closes the door and when he turns back, his eyes are dark and predatory. It isn't like sex with Negan is ever tender or loving but this time is going to be different, you can tell by the way he's looking at you. Like he's going to consume and own every inch of your body.
He throws off his jacket for the second time then reaches behind him, pulling his shirt over his head and flinging it across the room, revealing every inch of his lean torso and the tattoos that live there. You've already intimately explored each one but that doesn't stop your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him just like it always does.
He reaches for your yoga pants, yanking them from your legs with your panties in one fluid motion. Next he pulls off your vest leaving you as a buffet of skin which he wastes no time in tasting. His lips press hot against your stomach, his hands caress along the curves of your hips then to your waist until they're sliding along your arms, stretching them above your head, pushing them against the bars of the headboard.
When Negan begins to cuff you to the bed you welcome it, easing your hands into the straps, feeling even more desperate.
When you're bound and deliciously vulnerable he slinks off the bed, standing at the foot, his eyes taking in every stretched out inch of you like he's imprinting a mental picture into his already overflowing dirty mind. "Fucking hell baby, maybe I should have fucked your rules and tied you to my bed instead."
"You don't like rule breakers," you manage as he sinks between you legs, his face nuzzling them open, making sure to let his scruff tease you in all the right ways until he reaches your centre. He presses his nose against you, inhaling with a satisfied groan that heats your cheeks and reminds you what a dirty boy he is. Your hips lift off the bed needing more of what his hot breath is promising as it caresses you in the most toe curling places.
"Don't be greedy," he scolds, his hand splayed across your stomach to push you back down. "You'll get what you are fucking given."
You're starting to wish you hadn't been so damn good these past few days because your body is already an inferno and you don't know how much more heat you can survive as a bead of perspiration rolls down the back of your neck in anticipation.
Negan's smile is devilish as his tongue sweeps across his lips in one long tease before he finally gives you what he knows you want. He starts slow, one languid lick followed by another, building a torturous rhythm that has your hands clenching into frustrated fists as you resist the urge to push your body against his mouth, demanding more.
Negan listens to the need in your every shallow pant as his pace quickens at just the right rhythm to build you higher. You're dangerously close to the brink you can feel the fire ready to erupt and course across you body as he begins to slow his touches, winding you down, keeping close enough to make you crazy but not enough to let you fall from the edge. "You can't come until I fucking say you can," he commands, his voice vibrating enough on your body to almost tip you right up to that breathtaking edge.
"What?" You pant, delirious.
"I control when your pussy comes and I want you to fucking beg."
You groan, first in frustration then in pleasure as you feel his finger slowly sinking inside you, coating in all the wetness that's demanding his attention.
"Please Negan," you beg, giving into whatever it'll take to find your release.
"Oh baby, you're not nearly fucking needy enough!" he pumps his finger, then strokes a come hither that has you trembling before he stops, slides his finger all the way out leaving you momentarily empty, before it finds another space to fill.
You whimper, feeling invaded, instinct telling you to pull away while Negan holds your hip, anticipating your reaction and from the way he's looking at you enjoying every moment as he takes his first forbidden finger steps to owning every inch of your body.
"Trust me baby," he croons, slowly sinking the tip of his finger a little further inside as he settles his face back between your thighs and his tongue starts its torturous rhythm once more.
You relax, you trust him and it stops feeling like a forbidden invasion but more like a dirty fantasy you never knew you had. You feel yourself getting wetter and more desperate for release. You're sure that when you finally climax you'll shatter into a thousand pieces from the force of it. "Please, please," you cry out as your orgasm starts to mount so close you're sure it won't surrender but this is Negan and if wants surrender he damn well gets it.
He edges your orgasm to the point where a layer of desperate heat soaks your body and your wrists strain against the cuffs. "Desperate yet?" he taunts, standing from the bed to remove his remaining clothes with a satisfied smirk that makes you want to kill him and fuck him at the same time.
"You think you can take this?" he says, pumping his cock and kneeling on the bed.
You shake your head, knowing exactly what he's referring to, exactly where he's referring to you taking it. Your reluctance only makes his smile widen as he rips open a condom, rolling it over his shaft with a low groan. "Damn right you can't take this yet."
Negan reaches for the lube coating his finger before he spreads your legs wide, plunging his cock inside your wetness with a throaty groan before he inches his finger into your ass. "Don't worry baby, I got the patience of a fucking saint when it comes to working you up to taking my dick."
You believe it, Negan is never in a rush where pleasure is concerned. He grinds his hips, with every thrust making sure to rub against you in agonizing pleasure as his finger strokes the part you didn't know could feel so good.
You're breathing is uncontrollable as your hands curl against your restraints, sensation quickly taking control of your entire body. "Pease Negan!" you demand, you can't take another moment.
"Thats right," he whispers in your ear, his body pressed against yours, his cock pumping deep inside, "come for me baby, let it go," his husky permission sends you spiraling.
You're head falls back and you don't even know what you're saying as you rip apart, waves of red hot pleasure erupting untamed, coursing along your body hard enough to shake the bed as his finger pulls from your ass somehow intensifying every last lick of the fire thats consuming you.
Just when you think you can't take anymore Negan lifts your ankles onto his shoulders and slams into you over and over until you feel another climax quickly build, still riding the aftershocks of the last one as pleasure consumes your body hardly notice Negan's body jerking out its own release, you're too far gone, exhausted and utterly spent drifting into hazy unconsciousness that doesn't care about saying a single word to Negan or trying to open your eyes.
You have no idea how long he's let you drift in pleasured sleep but you wake up to the feel of him tugging open your restraints and kissing your wrists.
"So good," you half moan, half whisper. No man has ever made you feel like this.
Negan gives a deep satisfied chuckle that makes your tummy flutter with dizzy butterflies drunk on satisfaction.
"Your pussy spasmed so hard I thought it was gonna break my dick," he laughs hard and your butterflies retreat back to wherever they had come from as you roll onto your side, your eyes searching out your clothes before you force yourself from the bed.
"You don't have to run off, this room's your's now baby," he stretches out naked and ready for a second tumble in the sheets. Probably expecting one too.
"I'm not keeping this room."
He gives you a look that's half frown, half smile, "why not?"
No matter what rules you laid out or what you told yourself when you started sleeping with Negan you know right now as you look at him stretched across the bed with his dimpled cheeks, you're falling for him. It's probably some kind of chemical imbalance from all the great sex but you're falling. Not gracefully like a leaf falls from a tree but hard and fast like a brick tossed from a bridge and there's nothing there to break your fall. "I haven't earned this room and I'm not selling my body for special privileges. I just want... sex. I don't need the perks of who you are."
A/N- Thanks for reading.
This was supposed to be a collection of my oneshots but has somehow ended up turning into more of a story between Negan and his one Mistress. I dunno where I'm going with this but apparently my muse can't just let them mindlessly fuck and be totally cool.
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