Seduction of the Damned

Pleasure and Pain

Smut Warning⚠️

Victoria's POV:

I opened my eyes slowly, squinting in the morning sunlight that filtered in through the window across the room. Last night came flooding back to me all at once causing me to gasp quietly. His arm was draped across my body protectively and I couldn't help but smile.

I felt Negan shift next to me and I turned to face him. His deep, dark brown eyes were soft and welcoming. I couldn't help but to place my hand gently on his cheek, rubbing my thumb across the light stubble on his face.

I was greeted with a smile. One that I didn't think a man like Negan was capable of producing.

"Well, that's a beautiful sight to wake up to. Good morning gorgeous." He smiled softly, placing one of his hands over mine that rested on his cheek. His hand completely covered mine, his muscles flexing as he shifted to look at me.

"I hope last night was ok." I mumbled slightly, averting my eyes from his intense gaze. I was worried that he regretted it or that I didn't meet up to his expectations.

He placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him

"It was perfect. But I hope you understand what this means now." He hummed, gripping my chin with his thumb, pulling my bottom lip down slightly before placing a deep kiss on my lips.

I was greeted with butterflies in my stomach, my heart flip flopping at his touch. He broke the kiss and leaned in, placing his lips next to my ear.

"It means you're mine... All.... Fucking.... Mine." he growled, sending shivers down my spine.

"I have no objections Sir." I tease, smirking playfully.

He raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. A devilish smile playing on his lips. "Oh baby girl, don't start something you can't finish."

I run my fingers up his chest, against my better judgment I replied quietly "Who said I couldn't finish it?"

Wrong. Bad move Vikki.

Suddenly I'm being flipped over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and roughly pulling my legs up under me so my ass is in the air and he's positioned behind me on his knees. I gasp in surprise at the sudden change of mood. I may have underestimated him.

I feel his hand snake in between my legs and find my clit. I'm already soaked for him, ready for him to take me. What can I say, the man had a hold on me already.

I hear him groan as his fingers work their magic on my clit. "You're soaked baby, were you wanting this?" He growls, pushing his tip against my entrance but not entering me. I push myself back trying to get him to push himself into me.

"Mmm I don't think so baby. You want to tease, I'll show you what it means to tease." He adds two fingers inside of me while rubbing my clit. I grip the sheets, clenching my jaw to stifle my moan.
I really fucked up. I thought I could play his game, but I underestimated the willpower he had.

I feel one of his hands sliding up my back to my head where he grabbed a fistful of my hair, he tugged my body up so I was kneeling, his length pressed against me making me squirm. His other hand reached around me and slipped in between my legs, his thumb finding my clit immediately resuming the torment.

I did my best to hold back my moans but with his firm grip in my hair and what he was doing down below was too much for me. I reached behind me, grabbing onto his arm and digging my nails into his flesh. His lips connected to my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin, leaving his mark all down my neck.

I was so close to losing my internal battle and was about to meet my release when his hand pulled away. I moaned out in frustration.

"N-no Negan please, I can't take it anymore! You win!" I whimpered.

"Wrong." His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine and I realized I called him by his name.

"Please sir" My voice trailed off into a low, desperate moan as I tried to press my hips back into him.

Suddenly I was pushed forward, my face pushed into the sheets. He released my hair and grabbed my hips, lining himself up and thrusting into me hard.

"Oh fuckkkk" I screamed out in pleasure, my fingers twisting into the sheets as he ravaged me.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled. The wicked smirk on his face was visible through the tone in his voice.

"You...sir" I stuttered.

His rhythm was relentless as he claimed me over and over again. I heard his breath hitch in his throat and I knew he was coming close.

My walls clenched around him as I met my second orgasm just minutes after having my first.

He pulled out and I felt the warmth of his release on my back.

"God damn baby girl, the things you do to me." He smirked, flipping me over and leaning down to trail kisses up my stomach to my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and tangled my fingers into his hair.

He broke the kiss and stared intently into my eyes. I smiled softly "Now that's a wakeup call I could get used to."

He chuckled and rolled off of me and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Me too, but I'm pretty sure we better get our asses out there and get our shit done."

I groaned, not ready to leave the warmth of his bed. I hadn't expected any of the events that happened last night or this morning, but I wasn't complaining.

The uneasiness that I had felt around Negan was long gone. I still knew I needed to keep myself in line, at least until I knew what the fuck was going on with this. But for now, I wasn't going to push my luck.

I pulled myself from the warmth of the bed, my legs still shaking a bit from our recent activities. I felt two strong hands on my shoulders and I looked up. Holy fuck he's tall. I was met with his deep brown eyes, somehow so soft and caring for someone who literally gets off on killing.

"Someone have a good time this morning?" he chuckled, steadying me as I mentally yelled at myself for not getting a grip before I stood up.

I nodded and smiled softly as I reached for my pants that he'd placed on the end of the bed for me. His thumbs trailing circles on my shoulders as he watched me struggle to put my pants on.

"Fuck" I muttered to myself under my breath as I fumbled with the button on my jeans. I looked up at him, a warm blush spreading across my cheeks.

"Damn do I still make you nervous?" He hummed, smirking wickedly as he looked down at me. My breath hitched in my throat. I used to hate being this short, but looking up at this gorgeous man in front of me made me appreciate it.

"Just a bit." I whispered, trying to not grab his shirt and pull him down to kiss me again.

"Well how bout we revisit this again tonight and we'll see what I can do about that?" He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head before stepping back, giving me space to finish dressing. My knees were weak from his comment. The idea of being ravaged by him all night was something I wasn't about to pass up.

"I'd be dumb to say no." I smirked before pulling my shirt on and tying my hair back into a high ponytail. Negan's eyes seemed to burn with a deep desire to just toss me back into that bed and say fuck it to the whole day ahead. But we both knew that wasn't an option.

"Well, I've got to take care of some rule breakers that we have on our hands. I plan to take care of them fuckers tonight." A wicked gaze replaced the soft look he had just moments before. "It might get a bit messy." He warned. "Just come back here after your shift. I'll let the boys know that I'm expecting you.

A shiver ran through my spine as I thought about what he might mean 'a bit messy'
My eyes fell to Lucille that he'd propped up next to the bed. He must have noticed my expression change because he walked over and grabbed it up off the floor.

"She plays nice with Daddy's friends, don't worry your pretty head about that." He smirked as he placed it on his shoulder before turning on his heel and walking out the door.

I felt a smile forming on my lips. My sick mind was falling for a literal psycho. And I was completely ok with it.