Negan Drabbles

Belt

"You've been a naughty girl haven't you?" Negan growled seductively.

"Yes," you said breathlessly, bending over his bed.

"Yes what?" He asks sternly.

"Yes Negan."

"That's more fucking like it," he grins. "Now. Remove those fucking panties," Negan orders.

You lift yourself from the bed, slowly removing your panties from under your slinky black dress. Then resume your position, palms down on the  sheets.

"Lift your dress. I wanna see that pretty little ass," he demands.

You pull the dress up over your hips. Stumbling slightly on your knees.

"Hmm, good girl," Negan purrs.

You can hear him unbuckling his belt behind you. The sound of that alone, making you hot, and wet. You wait in anticipation. He doesn't keep you waiting for long. As you feel the first sweet Sting of his belt, slapping against your bare ass. You gasp, grasping at the sheet with one hand.

"You like that baby?" Negan grins.

"Yes Negan," you moan.

He brings the belt down again, that beautiful mix of pain and pleasure, sending shivers through your body.

"You fucking love it don't you," he chuckles, bringing it down again.

The sound alone drives you insane with pleasure. "Harder," you moan.

"What do you say baby?" Negan demands.

"Please," you whimper.

Negan chuckles, bringing the belt down harder.

"Negan!" You cry out, your entire body trembling.

Negan drops the belt, then drops to his knees behind you. Gently stroking the welts on your ass. "Had enough baby?"

"Not even close," you smile.