Negan Drabbles

Leather

"The fuck did you just say?" Negan scowls, his brows furrowed.

"I..," your mouth goes dry, Negan's eyes suddenly dark as he gazes at you.

"It's time you realised who's in fucking charge around here," he growls. "Come here," Negan motions with his fingers. You step towards him, your legs shaky. "Take those off," he points at your jeans.

You obey, your hands trembling as you unzip your jeans, pulling them down your legs and kicking them off.

"Sit the fuck down," Negan orders, patting his thigh.

You sit in his lap, your heart pounding against your chest. Negan pushes you over his knee.

"Holy shit!" He smirks, looking at the damp patch you've left on his pants. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this, this is supposed to be a punishment," he chuckles. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and you flinch as he pulls down your panties a little. "I want you to fucking count," he says, his voice low and gravelly.

"One!" You whimper, as the taste of his leather belt stings your ass.

"That's it," he groans, his eyes heavy with lust. He brings down his belt again.

"Two!" You wince, shivers running down your spine as he rubs soothingly at your ass.

You make it to ten, your ass red raw and your breath heavy. You wince as he sits you up, your ass tender.

"Now, i hope you learned your lesson, or do i need to keep going?"

"Keep going," you smirk.