Was she really going to do this? She thought as she slinked through the Sanctuary's hallway to Negan's room. Her heart rate was up as she watched for any security roaming about. It was after dark, after hours and they didn't like anybody out roaming about the place. A roll of thunder sounded outside. It was distant for now, but for how long?
As she stepped silently, her thoughts kept going. Kept pulling her back into recent memories. She'd came across the large old factory over a month ago. The saviors not exactly super friendly, but their leader was, maybe to friendly, considering he asked her to join his harem of wives. She wouldn't have to do anything but please him. The idea intrigued and sounded easy and wonderful. So she said yes.
The next few weeks passed quickly. She didn't know to much about the going ons about the other communities that Negan ruled with an iron fist. She heard rumors and they were terrifying. But when Negan slowly opened to her after her servicing him, she began to realize he really was human. Maybe a little cruel sadistic one, but she understood why.
He used fear to control others. Sacrifice one or two people and the others fall in line. It worked very well. Fear breeds respect. It was why she was here anyway.
Breathing deeply, she eased open his door, glancing in, a flash of lightening lighting up the room briefly, so she was able to see it was dark and no movement. She looked behind her, then slipped inside his quarters and closed the door silently behind her and locked it.
The brave young woman quietly strode over to the bed, saw his broad naked chest rising and falling, the covers blanketing his lower half. Licking her lips, she couldn't help but admire his physique. How handsome and innocent Negan looked while he slept. A wave of heat uncurled within her as she looked over him. She slipped her clothes off, slinging them to the chair by the door.
The bed dipped as she climbed on, another roll of thunder sounding through the hills as she kept her eyes on him. Her goal. She licked her lips, just barely reaching him, when suddenly he was up, clutching her throat with his hand, the other grasping a large hunting knife poking her belly. Fear widened her eyes, her breath now locked in her chest. Lightning flashed outside, showing how angry he was.
"Jesus Rae!" He rumbled, his hand tightening ever so slightly on her throat before he let go. "I could have fuckin killed you! Gutted ya like a damn fish! What the fuck ya doin' here?" He asked, confusion and anger in his eyes. The blade lowered but only traced her flesh in the process making her shiver.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, and murmured, "You. I want you." Another menacing rumble outside.
"Damn! I like that shit!" His voice changed into a rumble itself, a large smirk on his lips before they crashed down on hers. Moaning, Rae wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She could feel him becoming hard beneath her since he pulled her fully into his lap.
Grinding into him now, she reached down to slide a hand under the sheets and into his boxer briefs to grasp his manhood. It earned her a groan, his hands tightening around her. She pushed aside the sheet, and exposed his cock.
"Yes." She breathed as she adjusted herself so her aching hot lips surrounded his shaft. He could feel how hot and wet she was as she rocked against him. How it leaked from her, steadily coating him in her juices.
Moaning, she kept rocking. "Negan! Feels so good!" He groaned in response as she kept moving, her hips becoming faster and harder on his cock. "Just like this!" She cried out as she rubbed her clit hard against his shaft, another flash of light from the windows followed with thunder. His mouth hovered over her neck and shoulder, peppering them with hot kisses and nibbles as she wound herself up even more on his cock, his hips thrusting up and down in time with hers.
"Fuck Rae! Grinding that sweet clit against my cock! Such a dirty girl!" He growled out, making her rock even faster. "Gonna cum for me?" He asked with that cocky smirk, he himself worked up.
A whimpered cry escaped her as she nodded. "Yes! Yes I need to cum!" She cried desperately. And with that, both of his large calloused hands of his that gripped her hips, urged her on, faster and faster. The storm outside grew closer and began to pour down rain, slashing and beating at the windows.
Panting, he heard her cry out his name with a shudder, and felt her cream splash onto him. He loved the arch of her back, the flash of lightning illuminating her perfectly briefly as she slowly came down from her pleasure high.
But then she was pulling away from him, only to crouch down in between his splayed legs. Her hand reached for him, her mouth lowering down onto his slick shaft. A groan escaped him as she began to work his cock with her wonderful mouth. He swore that her mouth was far better than the other wives, even though she seemed more vanilla than them. But he didn't complain, for her mouth did wonders for she was a creative little minx.
It wasn't long before he felt his own orgasm approach him. "Fuckin A!" He growled, his hand fisted in her hair as she worked him. His whole body tensed and suddenly he was exploding in her mouth.
Rae didn't stop, only sucked til all he had to give was no more. Her mouth softly milked his sensitive dick clean, that left him groaning and pulling her away. "Jesus Doll! Trying to suck me dry?" He chuckled as he looked her over. "Not that I'm fuckin complaining."
She licked her lips as she looked up at him. "Can't help but love my own taste and then yours." She purred seductively, the heavens only grumbling in answer as she curled into his side when he laid back. Her head now rested on his shoulder, her leg now slung over his.
"That is fuckin hot as balls!" He rumbled with a grin, then yawned widely. "Now back to my fuckin beauty sleep." He tapped her nose, making her smile and nodded as she relaxed against him.
Rae laid there with him, for a long time, listening to the rain gently pounding on the old factory. She knew when he fell asleep, and she waited even longer. She wanted to make sure he was in a deep enough sleep before she made her move.
It felt like forever, but Rae moved, much like a large cat would. Her body was lean and toned, her muscles shifting and gliding over one another much like a cats would. Her movements precise and slow as she hovered over him, her breasts dangling over his face, the tips a dusky pink and hard as pebbles.
Her long fingers touched the long gleaming hunting knife he forgotten about, and gripped the handle. Her heart pounding, she steadied herself beside him, listening to her heart beating like a drum in her ears. Her blood rushed in her veins, feeling cold, her dark hair brushing across her shoulders making her flesh rise up in goose bumps.
Rae looked down at him, the knife raised in her hand. Her lower lip was in her mouth, her teeth working it over that it threatened to bleed.
"I don't like killing doll. It's only cause I fuckin have to. To keep people in line. The good and the fuckin bad. Sometimes someone has to be the bigger monster to save others. To keep the small monsters from destroying fucking everything." He murmured as he lay facing her one night after a hot passionate round of fucking. He caresses her cheek. "I think you kinda like this bitch ass monster. Cause this sadistic monster knows how to fuckin take care of you!" He rumbled, and kissed her deeply, his hands already moving over her soft curves to press her into him.
Rae shivers at the memory, the burn from his hands on her throat and hips still there. Her teeth broke through her bottom lip, and she tasted blood. The heavens rumbled in turmoil like her mind. Her dark chocolate eyes took in his innocent face. His hair was tousled from sleep, his salt and pepper beard such a contrast to his tan perfect skin in the flash of light outside. She knew when he opened his eyes when he woke, they were like molten chololate with streaks of gold. The thought of him looking at her with wonder and maybe something akin to love kept stopping her. How he made her feel.
A small pained sigh escaped her, the knife dropping to her side. A lone tear escaped the corner of her eye to race down her cheek. The cool metal of the knife now lay on the top of her thighs, her wrist turned up, still gripping the hilt.
Rae's eyes took in the braclet that lay delicately against her wrist. The seashells and beads that adorned it. Another strong taste of copper came to her mouth as she stared at the seashells hard. More tears slid down her face as her mind warred with itself.
Flashes of her brothers and nephews being gunned down in gunfire. Her nephews crying out and trying to run for safety. A mop of dirty blonde hair, a face splattered with blood, bodies everywhere.
She cried silently as she remembered the pain. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again like that day. The grief and rage consuming her again. If she didn't kill Negan, then his cruelty and atrocities would only continue. Only more pain and grief for others. She had to stop this, despite how she felt about him.
Rae's face contorted in so many emotions then. Rage, grief, and her heart breaking all at once. She brought the knife up, and swiftly brought it down to his chest as another lightning stroke illuminated the room. But she wasn't fast enough, she took to long.
A surprised cry escaped her as his hand swiftly took her throat and wrist, and gripped painfully tight. Her darker hues looked into his hazel ones with fright, and his burned with rage and resentment. The flash of light only making it more terrifying for her.
"I can't help but be hard as fuck, knowing you had the balls to kill me. But you know I have to shut that shit down!" He growled out menacingly. "But I got to know doll face. Why?" His face was all anger, only a glimmer of disappointment.
Rae closed her eyes, tears leaking down her face more. Her throat struggled to work around his hand as she swallowed her emotions down. "My brothers and nephews! You killed them all!" She choked out.
His face softened at that, but she didn't see it, as survival and rage blinded her and made her move. She tore her wrist out of his and brought the blade down across his arm.
Negan cried a curse out as a scarlet ribbon traced across his forearm, his hand letting go briefly from her neck. Rae quickly brought the knife up and swiftly down, but Negan swept his arm up, pinning her arms above her head. She struggled, but he covered her naked body with his.
"Damn!" He bellowed. "If I would a known you were such a spitfire!" He laughed softly in her face. "I'm harder than I ever was!" Him laughing at her made her see red, lips curling up, as she pulled and twisted her knees up swiftly to her side, only to roll him off her with all her might. It worked, but now she was on top of him, feeling his hard cock beneath her. The knife in both of their hands. She struggled for a few seconds, knowing she couldn't yank it from his grip.
Taking a risk, she let go, only to punch him in the face as a flash of light illuminated the fight inside. She didn't feel a crunch, but there was blood as he cried out in pain, his grip on the knife loosening, his one hand clutching his face. A thunderous boom came from outside from the weather. She grabbed the knife, trying to pry from his hands, but it wasn't happening, was only making her bleed.
Grunting, and tired of this bulshit struggle, Negan rolled them again, her struggling the whole time, even trying to kick him, but this time he was smart enough to lay atop her legs too. "Enough!" He bellowed, but she wouldn't let go of the knife either. "I didn't give the order for that bulshit massacre! Simon did that with out my god damn knowledge! And only owned up to it fuckin afterwards. You see how well that ended for him!" He growled, managing to pry the knife from her grip, blood coated her hands and now raced down her arms. "Damn it doll!" He cursed at the blood, her ruthlessness. He couldn't help but admire it, but he couldn't have this. He couldn't trust her now.
Despite her struggles he managed to pin her wrists down with his one hand, so he could reach out and grab the first thing he could get. His red scarf. He bound her wrists quickly, along with her hands so she wasn't bleeding every where. Thunder rolled through the hills outside as he tied it.
"Quit fuckin squirmin'! You'll make them to tight with your struggles." He growled out. "The fuck am I gonna do with you?" He asked but then his mind came up with something. "Gonna teach you a damn lesson."
With that he sat up, but since he wasn't fully pinning her down she tried to make a grab for the knife. She was so close before he yanked her back, and slammed her back against the bed. "So fuckin defiant!" He growled with a snarl. "You want this god damn knife?! I'll give it to you!" He grabbed it and held the blade to her throat which made her go still.
"Yeah!" He chuckled darkly. "I fuckin thought so." His cock twitched at the sight before him. She was still naked, her breasts heaving up and down quickly from her struggles. Her pale skin looking beautiful in the dim light of the room, shadows of the rain on the window panes casting patterns on her flesh. Her waist curled in before her hips flared out beautifully, her belly soft not fully flat for she wasn't super skinny like Frankie, his other wife. Her legs were long but toned. He remembered a lot of nights of those long strong legs pulling him in tighter into her so he stayed locked to her. The thought caused his cock to throb.
He licked his lips, liking the gleaming blade against the paleness of her skin. Gently and carefully, he slid the blade down her neck to her full breasts. He heard and saw her breath hitch in her throat, making his grin go wide. "I realize that this kittens has claws, but you forgot that this daddy has his own." He rumbled. The blade curved so it gently caressed her breast, all the way to the dusky tip. He watched as a small dark line of angry skin rise up. He could also see her flesh tremble from the touch.
"Scared darlin'? You should be." He rumbled darkly, the knife moving again to slide down her belly, twirl around her belly button, then lower yet. He watched with fascination her abdomen clench and try to stay still with that wandering blade.
He went lower yet on her body, the curved part of the blade now gently scraping the plumpness of her mound. He saw to his delight, her hips bucking up somewhat. "I think someone likes this attention." He rumbled, his lips turned up into a smug grin. "Let's check shall we?" With that, he placed the tip of the knife against the hood of her clit, his hand cupping her core, but then his middle finger sweeping in between her folds.
His grin only widened. "Your fuckin soaked baby!" His tongue poked out his lips then as he thought of something, making Rae squirm, a small whimper escaping her.
"I wouldn't move doll face." He breathed and lowered himself down so he was settled between her legs. "Such a beautiful tight little cunt." The blade now against her inner thigh, the tip at the junction of her thigh and lip. Negan leaned in to press his mouth against her core, his tongue lapping broadly for her juices. He was rewarded with moans and her trying not to squirm.
Chuckling darkly, his free hand pulled her clit hood back to reveal that hidden pearl. Grinning, his tongue poked out and circled her clit, making Rae's hips buck up as she moaned out in pleasure. A bead of blood now graced the tip of the knife.
Grinning, he leaned over and sucked at the bead of blood, the knife now against her outer thigh. "You taste delicious darlin'." He rumbled, but now raised the blade again. Very carefully, he circled and toyed with her clit with the tip of the knife. She really squirmed then, gasping at the sensations it brought her.
"Fuck Negan!" She cried out. "I'm sorry!" She panted, her hands clutching hard at his scarf. "Please! Fuck! Please!" There were no tears, but her eyes were lust blown as she stared at him. Her eyes rolled up in her head when he replaced the blade tip with his mouth, sucking it hard, making her almost cream. He pulled away before she could.
"Your punishment for trying to kill me, You can't cum unless I say so." He growled out as Rae lay panting below. His mouth dropped down again as he lapped eagerly at her weeping core. Moans and cries escaped her lips as he continued his sweet torture.
A line of scarlet dripped down the crook of her inner thigh. Groaning, Negan saw this and stopped the attention to her quivering core, to suck at the blood again. "Mmm, cream and blood. My new fuckin favorite." He growled, and Rae couldn't help but squirm. He had her so damn hot, that she swore she was going up in flames.
"Negan!" She whimpered, her hips squirming hard, but then she felt the knife again and managed to stay still.
"Gotta stay still doll." Negan grinned darkly, the knife on the underside of her right breast. He sat up on his knees, inching closer to her, his cock jutting out, almost bobbing against his belly button. He took hold of the base of his manhood and slapped her clit with it, making her cry out and almost cum. "You cum when I fuckin tell ya to cum." He growled out. "Got it!?"
"Yes! Yes Negan!" Rae panted, even if shame wanted to plague her, lust won out.
"Fuckin beg for it! Gotta earn my hard thick cock now!" His low voice rumbled out as he slowly stroked himself.
Panting, her hips squirmed, but felt that blade press closer against her flesh. "Please Negan! I need you! I need you to fuck me!" She whimpered and begged. The sex was good before this, but she kept it vanilla for what she was going to attempt tonight but failed. But now this, she could never go back. Never go back to her home. She was a failure. Could never go back to the normal before this night. Not that she wanted to. She was his. Completely his now, for his own pleasure. The thought only made her hotter for him. "I'm completely yours! I can't go back! I didn't want to!" Tears sprung to her eyes at the thought. "Fuck! I need you to fill me up! Please!"
It was that that made him growl and slide his cock in, hard and fast, making her cry out. Usually he'd let her have the time to adjust to his size. Not this time. He pumped in and out of her, with swift hard almost bruising strokes. "OH FUCK!" She cried, which only made him smirk and chuckle. He could see her hands turning white with how hard she was clutching the scarf, let alone her eyes roll in the back of her head. He didn't let up, only kept going. He didn't drop the knife when he readjusted his grip on her thighs so they were pressed against her chest, opening her up even more for him. The knife now pressed flat against the back of her thigh, the tip just threatening to break skin from the tight grip on her upper thighs.
"Don't you dare fuckin cum!" He growled out. "Not til I say you can!" She only whimpered in response, her whole body in a whole new way of kinda painful pleasure. He kept going, beads of sweat already forming along his brow as he used her to his advantage. That's what this was. Yes, he was using her as a wife before, but now, she was his pet. She didn't deserve to be a wife anymore. Not after her trying to kill him.
Rae whimpered, desperate to cum. Her body was so tightly wound, she couldn't possibly hold it for much longer. How much longer did he plan on making her wait? "Negan! Please!" She panted then whined, "Need to cum!" It only earned her a growl, his hips coming down even harder onto hers, making her cry out. The sounds of their flesh slapping together sounded through out the room, their harsh breathing ragged as the thunder sounded outside. He dropped the knife only to throw her legs over his shoulders and pressed down deep into her depths, making her scream his name. His cock head now bumping into her cervix, making her buck hard against him. "Negan!" She whispered, but then his hand was on her throat again. Another wave of heat rushed through Rae, her cunt so fill of him, making wet squishing nosies as he throughly fucked her hard. He squeezed just enough that, her oxygen was slightly cut off. Her hands now on his wrists, she stared at him, her mouth wide from the pleasure and the squeeze of his hand. Black spots appeared in her vision as lightening flickered in the background behind him.
"You're my pet now!" He grunted out. "No longer a wife! You don't deserve that fuckin title after the god damn stunt you pulled!" He growled out. "You will service me, and only me. Any time I fuckin come in here, I expect you to do as I say! If not you will be punished. Do you fuckin understand me?" He huskily panted out as he continued to pound mercilessly into Rae.
She couldn't speak, could only nod as her lungs burned. Tears pricked her eyes and rolled down her temples at the lack of oxygen. For it felt like she swimming, the darkness already trying to claim her. It was then, she heard one gravely word from him, as his hand lifted from her throat. "Cum!" And her vision went white. Oxygen flooded down her throat and into her lungs as her body shuddered at the force of her climax. She felt his cock twitch, her orgasm triggering his own, as hot jets of cum began to fill her up. "JesusChrist!" He groaned out, thrusting a few more shallow but hard thrusts, before he locked his hips to hers. His release coated her walls as he finished within her. "Now that's a sight!" He rumbled with satisfaction, as he pulled back somewhat, watching his cock slip out of her, and his cum dribbling out of her entrance. "Fuckin wrecked that pussy! And you fuckin loved every . . . single . . . minute of it!" He was smirking as he looked down at her, then leaned down and kissed her deeply. "Can't wait for more times, pet." His hand swept down and slapped her ass, leaving a red hand print in it's wake.
Negan stood, leaving Rae trembling on the bed, breathing heavily. He strode to the bathroom to clean himself up and then came back with a wet rag and a bottle of water. He tossed the bottle on the bed, and gently wiped clean his essence from her. His touch sent Rae moaning and squirming, but he held her still, wiping her clean. "Gotta take care of my sensitive pet." He grunted with a grin. Rae looked up with meek eyes and nodded. "Not gonna pull a stunt like that shit again, are ya? Even if I liked the fiestiness?" Her eyes closed in shame, her her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she sat up and took a long drink from the water bottle.
"I'm sorry Negan. When I came here, I was . . . all about the revenge of my brothers and nephews. To get close to you." Her eyes darted to his hazel ones again, locking with his now. "But something changed. When I tried to . . ." She stopped for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "I couldn't do it at first . . . But then I thought of them." her eyes were down casted again, but he could see the gleam of tears from the flash of light from outside on her cheeks, her hands now toying with the closed water bottle.
He sighed, and looked away, a muscle ticking in his jaw at this. His tongue poked out to lick his lips briefly, before he strode over and sat next to her. She didn't look up, so he gripped her chin firmly and forced her to look at him. "I'm not exactly forgiving you, but I fuckin understand. It took a lot of balls to do what you did, and I respect that. But you understand, why I fuckin' can't trust you?" A simple nod, her pretty eyes glistening. "Good. It's why you are going to remain in my room, chained, so you can't fuckin' go anywhere. You don't have that fuckin freedom anymore. Why . . ." He paused as he smirked, "You are going to be my personal sex slave, even if I'm fuckin' my other wives. Got it?" He rumbled darkly. She didn't like it, but she nodded, her tears sliding down her cheeks. "Here I can watch you, keep an god damn eye on you. Maybe someday, you can regain that trust, but it'll be a long fuckin time, dollface!" He grinned, more thunder cracking then rolling through the hills. "Come on. You need sleep before I wake your ass in the morning!" Another hard slap to her ass. "And no more fighting." He rumbled and picked up the large hunting knife. "Over this shit!" He looked at it fondly, then traced her jaw with the tip, already noting the twitch of her hips and the peaks of her breasts turning hard. Chuckling, he commented, "We'll have fun with this next time." Smirking, he slid it back beneath the pillow, then loosened the scarf around her wrists slightly so they weren't to tight on her.
Negan laid down, and yanked her back flush against his. "Not making this shit mistake, ever again!" He commented, his body curling around hers, his leg now draped over hers so she couldn't go anywhere. He pulled the covers up to cover them, the rain and their gentle breathing now the only sounds in the room. Rae closed her eyes, her heart still beating hard as her body relaxed, even though it was still thrumming from the amazing orgasm from earlier. He didn't kill her. In fact was keeping her closer than before. She was at his mercy from now on. But she couldn't help but think, she wouldn't have it any other way, even the marks now appearing on her throat and anywhere else. She fell into a deep sleep, trapped in Negan's arms. He joined her into the oblivion of sleep not long after he realized she was asleep.