Playing With Evil

Morning

The sun came in the window and I stretched my arms. I hit something to my right and then remembered that Negan had stayed with me last night. I felt refreshed and rested, which was odd because I had him sleeping next to me. I turned my head to see if he was awake yet and sure enough, he was on his side, propped up like he was last night, looking at me.

"Morning sunshine!" He said, all too happy.

I groaned. "Will you leave now?"

"How did you sleep?" He dodged my question, which was actually more like an order. "I slept pretty. Damn. Good."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did. Well if you must know. I slept just fine. Now please leave me alone. Can't I be left alone by you for just one day? Please?"

The look on his face was almost sad and it was actually kinda cute but I had to force myself to not give in. "Do I have to leave you alone?" He asked. "I really don't want to."

I sighed. "Let me relax for a bit at least."

All of a sudden I felt his breath on my neck. Then there was the scratch of his beard and soft lips. It startled me at first, but it had a sweet and gentle touch. A touch that said he wasn't going to hurt me. I looked over at him and he had a smile on his face. I eyed him. He smiled and his lips were on mine. Pressed hard but ever so gently against mine. When he pulled away he was smiling again.

"What was that for?" I asked, a bit shocked, but also wanting more.

He shrugged and his lips were on mine again. This time he was parting mine with his tongue sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He tasted sweet and I gave in. This time I kissed him back and he ran his hands up my shoulders and over my cheeks to my hair, where they wove through holding my face against his. He pulled away and I went back in for more. I wanted more. He didn't seem as bad now. He seemed gentle and sweet. Nice even. Like he wouldn't hurt me. Like he wouldn't hurt anyone. Almost like he really wasn't dangerous.

He was on top of me. He pulled away and his shirt came off. He had tossed it to the side, to the ground. Now I could see those muscles that I had felt last night. They were just as good as I had imagined they were. His lips were back on mine, no longer able to see his body that I was admiring, but my hands were exploring it now. Up and down and back up again. All over his back, his sides, his chest. Every bump of muscle, I could feel. His kisses lead down my jaw and neck and I held my breath. His lip were on my chest, my cleavage. Then I felt his fingers. Pulling. Pulling away at the dress he had me put on the day before. Tugging it off me. Slipping the small straps over my shoulders, slipping it down to my waist, my hips and then down my legs as his lips went down my body with it.

After the dress was slipped off his lips rested on one spot. My sweet spot. I felt him start to suck and I drew in a breath. His tongue was inside me. Flicking around, exploring everything that it could. I couldn't help it. I tensed in the pleasure and gripped the bed sheets, biting my lip. He moved away and kissed back up my body, smiling at me.

"Someone likes that." He said as he smiled.

I shook my head, not wanting to speak because I actually did like it.

He was sitting up and his hands were down at his waist. He slipped the pants off that he had worn that night, and now I had seen that they were basically sweat pants. He tossed them aside, on the floor with his shirt and my dress. I tried to see how big he was, but before I could take note, he was inside me. A quick, swift movement and he covered every inch of me. I knew now just how big he was and I was pleased. My head tilted back and I let out a soft whine.

He watched me, propping himself up on his elbows, looking down at me. "Are you okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded. "Yes." I whispered.

"Good." He kissed me.

I didn't want to make any loud noises, I didn't want to wake the other girls up, or allow him to know I was really enjoying this. I let out soft whimpers of pleasure and soft moans. His hands gently pulled my hair, gripped the pillow and sheets as he went harder, faster, deeper with every movement.

My hands ran up and down his body and through his hair. My fingers tangled in his hair and pulled like he did to mine, my nails were dug into the back of his neck, shoulders and back, leaving red marks. He kissed me hard and his lips were on my neck giving me rough kisses. Biting me, sucking my neck. It all felt so good. I honestly didn't want him to stop.

"Say my name, Samara. Go on. Say it." He cooed in my ear.

I let out a moan. "Negan..." I tilted my head back.

I felt him slam into me even harder now. "Fuck, it sounds so good to hear you moan my name like that." He bit my neck hard and I had to hold back a loud moan.

"One more time, baby." He cooed again, slamming me hard.

"Negan!" This time I moaned loud. I couldn't help it. He made me climax. I dug my nails hard into his back, holding him to me, tilting my head back and pressing my chest into his. I felt myself pulse around him and it was the best orgasm I had ever had.

"Fuck!" He moaned and tilted his own head back before he hung it down, looking at me. His sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead. He brushed some of my own hair that was stuck to my face with sweat away and behind my ear. He kissed me hard and then fell on his back next to me, breathing heavy.

"I'm sure you enjoyed that as much as I did." He chuckled to himself.

I took a deep breath. "Whatever you say." I wouldn't admit how amazing it was. It would make him feel like he had won. But he actually did.

He sat up and looked down at me. "That mark on your neck, the nice pretty one I gave you, don't even think about hiding it. That's to show everyone that you belong to me. It'll only last for a few days. Unless you want another." He smirked.

I put my hand up to my neck. "Okay." I said in a clear tone that wasn't giving in or denying. It was simply a neutral tone.

He smiled and kissed me again. "I'm going to catch my breath before I go down for breakfast. And you will join me, with all my other wives."

I sighed, actually wanting some food now. I laid and looked up at the ceiling, realizing Negan was laying next to me again. I will never tell anyone what had happened. Not any of the other girls, not anyone back home at Alexandria when I get back. And I will certainly not tell Negan how much I enjoyed that. This morning and what just happened, is specifically between me and him. No one else. Especially since I had slept with the man that had brutally killed two of my friends, just days ago. I hope it doesn't happen again. But at the same time... I hope it does.