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"Look at her." A male voiced purred maliciously.
I felt the rough stroke of a callused thumb pad brush my cheek. I would have flinched from the contact if my body wasn't completely drained of all the energy left in me. The apocalypse had occurred and I'd spent every day trying to rashion food and find a new shelter from the zombies. Usually I would stick to houses and raid them when I could but housing developments were getting too dangerous, walkers were swarming, and the last thing I needed to do was get surrounded a million to one.
I was subjected to the surrounding wilderness and lost my best friend Adrian in a recent onslaught of walkers once we'd made our first week out in the woods. We had no hunting experience, nor survival skills for the exception of those we'd seen on the show Survivor; there didn't appear to be any coconuts around for us to eat.
Starving and cold, my wet clothes clung to me as in the current storm that was taking place across the high cedars I was trying to bury my best friend out of respect, or was was left of her at least. I rubbed at my runny nose with my wet sleeve and whimpered as I continued to dig with a large stick.
It was one of the last memories I had before waking up to the voices above me. I wanted away from the man's touch who reeked of cigarette smoke.
"We should take her back to him." A woman's voice advised. I struggled to open my eyes but couldn't find the strength. My eyes just simply kept rolling back to being shut. I whimpered in pain and exhaustion. I was completely at the mercy of these strangers. I wasn't sure if it was better or worse than being left to the walkers. I'd only met a few survivors in passing and they'd warned Adrian and I that humans could be worse than the undead.
"But...we're only one day to our journey. Negan will have our asses if we come back with just another mouth to feed." The man argued.
"No." The woman spoke before pausing for a moment. "She's bride material. If we bring her back we could be rewarded handsomely." The woman pushed.
The man sighed seemingly convinced as I felt my body get hauled off the soggy ground and slung over his shoulders.
"Poor girl," he sighed, "if only you knew what you're about to get into."
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I jolted up in a cold sweat from my cot.
"Keep it down would ya?" The head cook, Tracey, who worked in the mess hall snapped at me.
I shared a common area with the kitchen staff. I helped to prep meals for the entirety of Negan's community, of you could call it that. Luckily, Tracey seemed the only one disrupted from slumber as she rolled back over and fell asleep. I jolted in pain as I accidentally rolled over on my one side where my ribs were bruised, a reminder if I'd woken more than just her what punishment would lie in wait for me. I hid my bruises behind my dark long sleeve shirt, even though it was the later months of spring I couldn't risk the others seeing my injuries and having it confirmed I was as weak as they'd interpreted me to be.
The next morning I got to work cutting the lemons into wedges, this was in preparation for the higher ranking officials. Workers didn't get garnishes on their slop.
"And over here is our food prep area. We reorganized our space to make time management our priority, per your request Negan." I heard Tracey explain.
I felt my skin prickle on my arms and the back of my neck. I heard him chuckle as I felt a presence behind me. The warmth from his body radiated around me like that of a cat's teasing tail.
"How's kitchen life treating you, Molly?" Negan asked me in his usual cocky tone.
The one that made my blood feel as if it ran with kerosene, and his mocking tone was the match to light it.
"Well, Negan." I replied simply.
I knew it was better to keep my answers as short as possible with him. Giving him nothing he could feed off of. That was the key to my survival here.
"Are you sure, doll?" Negan purred in my ear. "You know if you had agreed to be my wife you could be upstairs on the balcony being hand fed grapes and given massages by your truly."
I gasped as I looked down at the sharp stinging pain coming from my finger. The blood rushed quickly covering my hand and dripping onto the cutting board beneath.
"Tracey go get a nurse." Negan demanded solemnly before picking up my hand tenderly.
"That's n-not necessary." I forced myself to say while holding in a gag.
Blood made me woozy and I was doing my best not to pay attention to it. I felt myself sway slightly and I could tell from the corner of my eye Negan could sense my uneasiness. I didn't miss the grin that curled at the corner of his mouth.
"I give you the easiest job and you even struggle with that. What am I supposed to do with you? Look at all that blood. You really got yourself good, huh?" Negan remarked darkly.
I peaked a glance before feeling my blood grow cold. I didn't even realize I was falling as I got consumed by the darkness.
I awoke on a soft bed, different from my cot. My whole body didn't struggle to fit on it, and the sheets were warm and smelled of diesel and leather. I hummed in contentment as I rolled over to bury myself deeper into the plush pillows.
"If I knew you'd enjoy my bed this much doll I'd never let you leave."
At the familiar deep voice my eyes snapped open. Negan was crouched eye to eye with me beside the bed. I leaned up onto my elbows quickly. I noticed my clothes were drastically different than those I'd remembered wearing before ending up in Negan's bedroom.
My long sleeve shirt and jeans were gone. Instead I was wearing a sleeveless nightgown. I wrapped my arms around myself.
"Ah, yes. I thought those rags you were wearing could use a change." Negan remarked with his seemingly permanent shit-eating grin.
"Those rags, were mine." I said with a sharper edge to my voice than I'd meant to.
"And why would you want a reminder of a time before me? It's okay, it's why I had them burned anyway." Negan replied simply while picking at something under his fingernail with a small blade.
I went slack-jawed but didn't say a word. His eyes crinkled at the corners in response. He sighed before pushing up from his knees to a standing position. I watched him carefully as he walked over to the window and looked out it. I noticed it overlooked the front gate and beyond to where his loyal soldiers were returning from scavenging for certain supplies. I knew Negan wanted to make his outposts as self-sufficient as possible, but unfortunately not a lot of people know how to make pharmaceuticals from scratch.
"So, when were you going to tell me about the bruises?" Negan spoke solemnly; his back still facing me.
"Huh?" I asked drawn out of my thoughts.
"The bruises." He swiftly turned to face me. "Don't act stupid."
"I-uh-"
"Answer. Now."
I looked over to him with pleading eyes. It was enough that I had to embarrass myself in the kitchen, it was another admitting to my night terrors. That was something I wouldn't tell to my worst enemy. But, he was.
"Sometimes I move too quickly in the kitchen. I bump into things." I answered finally.
Negan's mouth thinned before he turned to the wall facing him and punched it. A mark remained where his fist had been and I would have otherwise flinched if it wasn't for the violence I experienced on a daily basis since I'd gotten here.
"Don't lie to me, Molly." He spoke through gritted teeth.
His eyes flared and his breathing was heavy. He perched himself so he was mer inches from my face.
"Who hit you?" He seethed.
"Who hasn't hit me.." I replied meekly while rubbing my arm.
It felt weird rubbing my bare arm. I was used to the constant coverage of my long sleeved shirt. I wanted another immediately. I already felt too exposed, and goosebumps road up my arms and over the back of my neck.
"Tell me who." He demanded while crossing his arms across his chest.
I noticed his leather gloves were on and Lucille was perked against the seat beside him. He was more than ready to get his hands dirty. I couldn't bear the thought of him killing someone on account of myself. That was blood on my hands. I would be the reason for their death and although some could be cruel we were all just dealing with the sudden turn our lives took. All just trying to survive.
"I don't remember." I murmured into the crook of my arm where I was hiding my face from view.
"You don't want to play these games with me, Molly." He warned in a low tone. "Who? And don't make me ask again."
I heard the scrap of his barbed bat brush up from the floor. My muscles stiffened. I felt sweat start to bead my forehead. I didn't know what punishment would await me for not telling him, but I truly couldn't imagine being the reason for someone's demise either. I could live with more bruises, but not death.
"I said I don't remember!" I let out a muffled shout. "I would rather be beaten than be the reason for someone getting murdered.."
I confessed before letting a sob rack through me. To my surprise I felt his gloved hand on my shoulder. I wanted to move away but I knew better. His thumb rubbed stupid soothing circles onto my exposed skin.
"Molly, you're..." He sighed before I peered up at him. "You're a precious little thing. You truly are."
He had a beaming grin. I was frightened. His pleasure usually involved someone's pain and me being the subject I was scared what the price would be.
"And, Darling.." He trailed off while running a finger through my hair. "Who said I was going to beat you to get answers out of you?"
Ice ran through my veins as goosebumps became visible on my flesh. His eyes looked hungry. I pulled my knees even closer into my chest, the long nightgown helped to conceal my bare legs under a sheild of white. He licked his lower lip while perching on the edge of the bed next to me.
"You know, there's something I noticed about you right when I first saw you when you were brought to me, and it wasn't just because you rejected being my wife. I mean that in itself is case enough to make anyone think you've gone senile. But I knew you were special." He said while slowly pulling off one of his gloves.
He paused in his thoughts and I wanted to break the silence to ask him what he was blabbering on about but I didn't dare. Instead I fidgeted with the lacy hem of my nightgown. Me being something special was such a surprise to hear out of anyone that I felt quite blindsided.
I did my best to keep a low profile once I had entered Negan's territory. Simple "Yes" or "No" answers, keeping my head down, doing what I was told the first time, etc. In fact out of the couple months I was here the only defiance I had ever shown was rejecting Negan's proposal and not telling Negan who had been beating me which truly wasn't anyone in particular if it happened to be everyone that was apart of the kitchen staff and a few outliers.
"You know, I think one out of the many things you underestimate about me is my aptitude for observation. You think I don't notice all the little things you do. You know," He paused as he continued to take off his other glove. "You sucking your thumb when you sleep, or hiding the teddy bear you bought from the sellers here under your bed. You know, even that little thing you do on the rare occasion you get a little extra something special from the cooks in the mess hall and your voice gets all high."
My flesh was hot all over now. I felt as if I was tossed from the burning pan into the fire. He knew my secret. The one thing I tried to keep concealed from everyone even before the world had gone into complete chaos. Not even Adrian knew before she'd passed.
I jumped up from my spot on the bed and ran for the door. I pried at the iron handle but it was locked. I felt big arms wrap around my waist picking me up and hauling me away from the door.
"Oh no you don't." Negan tsked while holding me.
He plopped me down on the bed and as I wriggled back up to attempt to dash off again before he held my chin firm. I stopped as my eyes locked onto his.
"I'm going to give you the chance now to get your act together. If you don't you're gonna learn what my belt feels like against your bare ass, and although the thought of that sounds mighty appealing to me right now I'm not done talking to you." Negan warned me.
"W-what do you want from me?" I said unintentionally sounding extremely more pathetic than I was expecting.
"Well I guess that is the thing. I've always found myself drawn to; I guess we could say certain relationships. Those that you clearly seem aware of. Those that you definitely seem to have been involved in before." Negan said with a spark in his eye.
"I've never-" I stopped suddenly feeling the embarrassment tenfold for the confession I was about to so easily admit.
"Oh this is good," He chuckled while running his hand through his scruff. "Never been in a Daddy dom, little relationship...yet it's so clear you desire it."
"You don't know what I want." I blurted out angrily.
"Well, you don't need to start lying now. Hun, you're an open book. Admittedly none of my current wives share the same taste as you. A taste that I have acquired as well. I could be that for you, you know-"
He stopped himself. His eyes were twinkling at the thought as he watched me intently. My jaw went slightly slack. I didn't know how to proceed with this conversation.
"Don't worry, Darling. I'll give you time to think things over. For now you can relax here. I have business to attend to." He said while checking his wristwatch.
He started to head for the door as I called out after him.
"When can I return to the kitchen?"
He didn't reply as he slung Lucille over his shoulder. I knew even with his back turned that shit-eating grin was present as he pasted the doorway.
In the meantime I looked around his room. I couldn't help my desire to snoop through his things. I should have known I would find nothing of convenience. The door that I had checked minutes after he left was locked and the male voices I could also hear beyond it sent the message that regardless of the lock keeping me in here I was being guarded as well.
I wondered how long he was going to be gone for. Luckily there was a clock in the room to help me with my sanity. It currently read 3pm. I looked out the window at the different herds of people heading in different directions. Some helping each other haul supplies, others keeping their heads down like me and obeying the commands the snickering guards would give.
I rolled my eyes at the view and turned toward the built in bookshelves against the walls that held a mini library. I fingered their spines as I slowly began to read through the titles.
The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli, Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Art of War by Sun Tzu - I rolled my eyes.
A rap at the door caused me to jump.
"All good in there? I'm about to come in, if you try to hit me over the head with something I will not be pleased. So please for your sake and mine you better be sitting at the edge of the bed behaving when I open this door in five seconds." The familiar voice of Simon spoke up.
I heard keys jingle as I rushed to the side of the bed and took a seat. Again I didn't know if a punishment was coming for me if I didn't comply and I certainly didn't want to find out.
Simon poked his head in cautiously and matched my gaze from the bed. I'd seen him often coming through the mess hall. As Negan's right hand man I had plenty of special touches I had to make to his meals to make them just right for him since he was at the top of the food chain. Here at least literally, for the exception of Negan of course.
"Hey, little girl. Just coming in here to drop off some stuff Negan wanted. They're special just for you actually." He spoke with a smirk as two men came in hauling a crib big enough to fit an adult.
My jaw dropped as they obeyed Simon's command on where exactly to place the crib which was just a short distance away from Negan's bed against the wall. I was beginning to think the decision to be Negan's little wasn't exactly my choice as he had portrayed it to me.
My hands grew clammy as I rubbed them on my nightgown. I noticed the men that were helping to haul the crib in were the men that were previously guarding the door. The door was wide open so I could see no one was beyond it now.
They were pushing the crib flush against the wall as Simon's back was facing me. Now was my possible chance. I couldn't risk not taking it. The thought of surviving the apocalypse in Negan's compound was something I had slowly, brutally I might add, came to terms with. I couldn't however swallow my pride and be his little too. Even if it was my deepest darkest desire. It wasn't meant to be with him.
I dashed across the carpeted floor lightening quick. I was grateful for the carpet as my footsteps were muted running out of the room until I hit the wooden floorboards on the other side.
"Hey!" I heard one of the men call out that wasn't Simon.
I blocked out the rest of their shouted hurried words as I looked around myself wildly. There was a door in front of me that was closed and another door to my side that was open with the light on. As I passed it in my haste I noticed it was his private bathroom and inside looked to be a changing table that would otherwise be meant for an infant or young child if it wasn't for the adult size it was in.
I covered my mouth in shock as I ran for the door in front of me. There was no way he was planning on doing with me what I thought he was. I opened the door quickly and flung myself into whatever lay beyond it. I knew the men were hot on my trail so I didn't have time to be as careful as I wanted to be in my escape.
Luckily the hallway was empty leading to some stairs. I ran down the stairs quickly and saw it led to two other open rooms and a front door. Windows on either side of the front door hinted at the side silhouettes of two guards beyond it with guns facing the open cobblestone walkways outside. I turned quickly into the room to my right which seemed to be a study with multiple couches and a desk. I could hear the men starting down the stairs and knew I had only one option and it was to hide.
I slid under a couch and held my mouth to muffle my breathing. I could see their boots racing across the floor. Simon raced to the front door as the other two guards branched out. One going into the study I was in.
"A girl! Did you see a girl run out here!" Simon demanded of the guards at the front door.
"No, no!" They both spoke in rushed unison.
"Better not have or Negan will have your hides!" Simon hissed before slamming the front door shut.
The guard that was currently scanning the room I was in looked behind the desk before moving onto the couches.
"The room is clear!" I heard the other guard shout from the opposite room.
The guard's feet headed toward my couch now. My throat felt like it was closing in on myself. I was caught now for sure. I was going to die. I knew it. This was it.
"There's still more rooms to check down here, and multiple exit points! We have to haul ass now! Jerry, is your room clear? We have to move." Simon shouted frantically.
"Uh, yeah." Jerry the guard who was only mere inches from me shouted before turning on his heals and heading out the room.
I allowed myself a sigh of relief. They were too pressed for time I guess to properly check every corner. I heard a phone ring.
"Shit, it's him." I heard Simon hiss.
"Hey Boss," Simon started as he answered the phone, I heard him say, "we have a little problem-" before making it out of ear shot.
I knew I would have to move quick if I was going to have any sort of chance of making it out of here but before I could the front door was being slammed open so hard it ricocheted against the wall.
"Where is she?!" I heard Negan seethe as the men and Simon rushed to the front door.
I guess they really were pressed for time as he was only a few moments away. My body began to stiffen as I was yet again in the danger zone.
I could see them from beyond the open double doors to the study I was in.
"These rooms were checked already, Sir." Simon said.
I assumed he gestured to the two front rooms because the study's light went out and their footsteps disappeared down the hall.
I let out another steady breath again. Now I had to be even more careful because everyone was on high alert for where I was. I was contemplating how long I should stay in place when I suddenly felt a cold rough hand wrap around my ankle and drag me out from under the couch.
My eyes went wide as the lights suddenly flickered on in the room and I was met with the sight of Negan towering over me and Simon standing at the entrance to the room.
"Now, who said this room was clear?" Negan asked while staring at me with that deadly kind of calm that made me try to gulp the lump in my throat away to no avail.
"I believe it was Jerry, Sir." Simon spoke solemnly.
"Well," Negan said while rubbing his bruised knuckles against my cheek, "let Jerry know we're gonna have a little chat later."
Negan's eyes never strayed from mine the entire time he addressed Simon.
"Noted. Is there anything else you need right now, Sir?" Simon asked like an obedient puppy.
Negan temporarily consumed with staring into the depths of my soul removed his knuckles from my face but continued to keep his gaze locked onto mine.
"Send everyone home. I want to be alone with my little." He demanded.
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"I'm sorry, Negan! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again!" I cried out once he'd placed me in the brand new crib.
He was quiet. His back was turned to me while over by his desk. I could hear him rummaging through a case before tapping on something.
"I know it's not gonna happen again, you know why?" Negan turned around with a syringe in his hand.
My eyes widened as I watched him come closer through the bars.
"N-no! Please I swear I'll be good!" I cried out backing up into the bars behind me.
He was unbothered by my protests as he came up to the crib and effortlessly grabbed my forearm in a firm hold. He began to push the tip of needle into the crook of my arm.
"Be a good girl and don't struggle. It'll just make it worse, and you wouldn't want that would you, Darling?" He said in an underlying threat.
"Please.." I cried out weakly tears now streaming down my cheeks. "I promise I'll be a good girl. I promise."
"Yes, you will." He said simply as he inserted the unknown drug into my system.
It took hold of me almost instantaneously. I guess his statement about telling me I had a choice whether or not I wanted this was a lie. I felt as if my vision was just below the surface of water and my limbs could feel the cool wavering of the water beneath and all around them.
It was a feeling that didn't panic me but rather soothed me against all the odds that were facing me right now.
"How do you feel, little girl?" Negan asked as he disposed of the syringe.
"Mm, preddy good.." I slurred.
I already knew through my half-lidded gaze that Negan was proud of the effects of whatever drug he'd given me were taking effect.
He came close leaning over the railing and rubbing his thumb gingerly over my cheek.
"You know, you're so pretty when you finally let your walls down and show me your little side." He remarked.
"Im not doin tha. You did thus to meh." I grumbled, jerking my face away from his touch.
I crossed my arms angrily and shot him a glare. My inhibitions were gone and were replaced only with whatever was left of me. Which seemed to only be the reckless bits.
"I like this version of you." Negan chided with a smirk. "You might give me a run for my money. I didn't know just how hard it is to resist you like this."
I felt my cheeks burn as I noticed a stuffed rabbit in the corner of the crib with me. In a split second I was chucking it at his face. It bounced off as a dubious look passed over his features.
His eyes blackened and I was suddenly petrified.
"Now, now.." He chuckled for a moment before running a hand through his scruff. "That just won't do, will it little girl?"
"Nu, pleas-" I was cut off as he pulled down the railing and grabbed me swiftly.
I struggled in vain as he picked me up and sat on the edge of the bed with me across his lap. He tucked my legs under one of his own to pin me down.
"Nuuu, pleas!!!" I cried out loudly.
"This is what happens to naughty girls who don't listen." He scolded.
I heard the sound of a belt being pulled off rapidly. Wiggling in fear, my hope was to get away from the proximity of it. I felt him harden beneath me. I let out a soft cry in surprise as it poked at my leg. Negan didn't seem to acknowledge this as I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was folding his belt together.
"Plesss-" I whimpered out one last final time.
The unknown drugs in my system made talking almost impossible. It felt as if a pile of cotton balls were crammed into my mouth. I whimpered and tucked my head into the sheets as the sound of leather whistled through the air before cracking against my skin.
My cry was muffled, as I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. My face was quickly turning hot. Negan's hand wound around my hair before firmly pulling my head up from its hiding place.
"I want to hear you say you're sorry and to thank me every time I spank you. Hmmm, how many do you think you deserve?" Negan asked me.
I could see his intent stare from the corner of my eye but I kept my gaze ahead. I wanted to say none. I wanted to chastise him. Tell him he was being a jerk, worse than a jerk, but the drugs wouldn't allow it and neither would my natural instinct for survival. No matter how wet I was getting in between my legs right now I couldn't stand it being Negan who was the one playing out my darkest fantasies.
"T-ten." I whimpered out.
He chuckled as he lowered his face so close to my own that our lips were just barely brushing as he said his next words.
"I don't think I heard you, Darling. How many did you say you deserved again?" Negan spoke with an underlying dominance that made my thighs involuntarily quiver.
"Ten!" I spoke up quickly afraid that another punishment would quickly follow if I didn't follow his commands to his liking.
"Good girl." He hummed.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as he pulled away. He didn't let go of his hold on my hair as he used his opposite arm to swing and land another blow with the belt. I let out a a high-pitched gasp.
"What do you say?" He commanded.
"I-Im sorry, thank yew." I let out meekly.
"'I'm sorry', who?" Negan asked me.
"Pleas, don-" I began to whine, pulling against his hold on my hair.
"But I am." Negan pushed huskily.
It was getting harder to ignore the bulge that was poking me rather harshly at this moment. The sting coming from my butt was beginning to dull. I wasn't ready for 10 spanks, I hadn't even been given one before all this, let alone had a Daddy in the first place.
"Mm sorry, Daddy." I said before letting out a sob of embarrassment.
Negan was quick to lay another blow. Although fast it didn't sting as much as the first.
"Mm sorry Daddy, thank yew." I answered louder this time.
My butt weren't the only cheeks that were burning bright red at this point. Tears were streaming down my face and my mouth was beginning to drip with saliva over my chin. The drugs made it hard for me to stay aware of my state of composure.
Negan began to pick up the pace and I wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to see how much I could handle or if he had other things planned for me he was more excited to get started with. I hoped it wasn't the latter.
By the time the tenth spank had landed I was practically a blubbering mess.
"Mm, sowwy! Thank yew, dada!" I cried out without a second thought.
I felt the weight of the thick leather belt drop beside me on the bed. Negan hummed to himself as he brushed his large fingers over my bruising bottom. I whimpered as I allowed my head to rest on the mattress as Negan had finally let go of his hold on my hair.
"You did so well, Darling." Negan murmured his praise into my hair. "I think a thing like that deserves a reward in itself."
He hooked his finger under my chin and dragged my face up so I was locking eyes with him. He smiled at me and I just stared back. He used his fingers to wipe off the saliva that was dripping from my chin. It coated his fingers.
"What a pretty sight." He remarked turning from my face to look at his fingers which then disappeared from my view.
I felt his hand brush in between my thighs and gasped. My limbs felt like logs of wood and I knew it was of no use to try to chimmy from his hold. His fingers found their way to my exposed folds. I gasped again before whimpering in dismay.
"Eas, stop-" I begged softly.
"You act like what I'm doing is such a bad thing when your wet little cunt tells me another, Molly." Negan spoke as he traced my soaked entrance. "It seems to like when I give it attention."
He slipped one finger inside, then another. I bit down on the sheets before me to stifle a groan. My hips bucked into his touch. I cursed the way my body reacted to him. A slow flame stoked deep in my loins. He was beginning to build a fire inside me I wasn't sure I could contain. Another man had never made me feel this way before.
His fingers worked me slowly at first. The pleasure built inside me steadily and by the time he raised his tempo and added his thumb to encircle my clit I was practically becoming undone.
"W-wait, wait!" I cried out holding out a hand feebly.
"Shh, it's okay. Be a good girl and cum for me." Negan purred, before pinning my hand down against my back and thrusting his fingers faster and harder until I reached my edge and fell tumbling off into the depths of pleasure.
He rode out my orgasm until I cried once I was too sensitive to receive his touch anymore. He complied removing his fingers from me and proceeding to lick each individual digit.
"I've never tasted something so darn sweet." He remarked with his usual smirk. "I want more."
He unhooked his leg from around my own. I attempted to wiggle more out of his grip but he simply placed me back down on his bed. He held my head against the pillows as I heard his pants unzip.
"You're gonna take this cock like a good girl, you hear me? It's hard to deny Daddy such a sweet little cunt when it's all wet and creamy for him." Negan murmured in my ear before biting it and sinking himself slowly into my wet core.
I felt him go inch by inch. My nails dug softly into the sheets. I couldn't hold in my moan that escaped my lips.
"Good girl." Negan praised. "Let Daddy hear you sing for him."
He began thrusting into me slowly at first before quickly beginning to pick up the pace. I felt a tension pool in my abdomen that I hadn't felt before. My toes curled as I let out a scream and the tension broke like a dam. I squirted on his cock and over the sheets below us.
"Oh fuck." He groaned as I felt him pulse inside me.
I felt his cum shoot inside my warm wet walls and flinched at the feeling. My pussy was swollen and pulsing. I'd never received so much pleasure from someone before but I'd be damned if he'd know it.
He curled a lock of my hair around his finger, his face inches from my own.
"You're mine."