Prized Possession {Negan}

Chap 3: Can't be Choosers

(Longer Chapter)

You wake up but don’t open your eyes at first. You hated to admit how much you loved Negan’s bed, but you don’t remember sleeping on something so comfortable since before it all started. Part of you was very glad Negan had insisted, then demanded, you sleep with him. Remembering his words when you tried to protest, “What kind of fucking gentleman would I be if I made you take the couch?”  You’d finally given in, not wanting to anger him, and he told you how lucky you were to share his bed, when not even his wives got that
privilege. Much to Negan’s dismay, you didn’t appreciate the gesture - at least until moments like these when the persistent bad back you’d battled had eased, and you’d had a surprisingly good night’s sleep, despite it being next to him. Every night you tried to sleep as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Luckily, most nights, he kept to himself. However, seemingly last night was not one of those nights.

Your mind quickly forgets all about the soft sheets and cloud-like mattress and immediately draws your attention to the feeling of fingers, underneath your panties, pressing at your centre. Your eyes shoot open, turning your whole body from the very edge of the bed as you faced a cheeky grinned Negan.

Get the fuck off me,” you snap, sitting up and pulling his hand out of your panties.

Come on now, darlin’, you can’t pretend you weren’t enjoying it. Look at those fingers fucking shine,” he teases holding his fingers in front of your face as the wetness on them glistened. You scowl, defeated by your own defying body.

How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?” You glare, it was at least the fifth time since you’d arrived here a couple of weeks before that you’d woken up to his hands in your panties. “I thought you didn’t rape people?!” Negan sucked his teeth before he chuckled.

Sweetheart, you are too damn stubborn for your own good.” He laughs, avoiding the question, “You wake up dripping for me every goddamn morning. If you only let me at that sweet pussy, you’d know what you’re missing.” You frown, climbing out of bed, pulling your T shirt down to cover more of your thighs. You knew it was a bad idea to wear such little clothing to bed, but his blankets were so thick and fluffy, and the nights were so hot and clammy, you would sleep naked if it wasn’t for him

The only thing I’m missing is my family.” You snap, storming to your bag of clothes to try and find something to cover up with. You suddenly feel him behind you, the smell of his musk lingering. His large hands grab your hips as he presses himself against you. You can feel his erection through the thin material of his boxers and your panties. You close your eyes for a moment, you couldn’t stop the tingling feeling starting in your core and shooting up to your stomach. Waking up to teasing, after being so sexually tense already was building and building inside you. You knew that Negan knew exactly what he was doing. His manipulation knew no limits. You couldn’t let him win. You gather yourself, grabbing clothes as you stood up, removing yourself from Negan and his excitement. You glance down at it for a moment, the bulge seeming impressive, but that was besides the point. The rational
part of you felt sick at the thought you allowed to run through your mind. “Stay away from me, perv. I’m taking a shower,” you retort. Before you could make any headway, you feel Negan’s clammy hand on the top of your arm. You are tugged towards him, his breath hot on your face as he smirks down at you.

“I have been damn fuckin’ patient with you, doll. Fuck, I’ve even let your fuckin’ attitude go unpunished, but my patience is wearing damn fuckin’ thin. See, I claimed you as mine. And whilst you’re fuckin’ mine, there’s things I want from you.“