Daddy's Girl

Chapter 7 - Ownership

I was back to dwelling in my poor girl misery. And after only one night in Negan's suite, I'd become spoiled rotten but the light shined so much brighter from his floor to ceiling windows. Everything smelled new and fresh out of the package. In my own apartment, the air was dull and dusty. I was forced to slave over a rusty electric stove for three whole minutes before I could even eat my ramen. By the time it was cool enough I'd lost my appetite entirely. I sighed listlessly into the bowl of sodium flavored noodles as I daydreamed of him. We'd spent that entire afternoon tangled up in long limbs and dampened sheets until Negan eventually pried himself from between my thighs. He left on a red-eye flight to Paris for business and left me floating in some form of purgatory.

While in limbo, I became very familiar with his personal assistant. The one that sounded like the ghost of Marilyn Monroe. Turned out her name was actually 'Melody'. I thought it appropriate considering her sultry, sing-song voice. Over the next two weeks, Melody called me to schedule and confirm a list of appointments she called, 'job requirements'. She assured me they were all paid in full. All I had to do was show up for my well-check at a new, swanky doctor's office downtown. Another at a highly acclaimed Gynecologist's office. Another with a celebrity dermatologist. And a dozen more with all of the cities most renowned hair, nail, and wax experts. I'd never experienced that sort of luxurious living. I also hadn't ever experienced a Brazilian wax but I can confirm that it was a far worse experience than the IUD implant.

After all of the poking, prodding, plucking, and peeling I was beginning to feel like some sort of science experiment. A fembot perfectly designed for a man's most generic yet somehow incredibly specific tastes. I felt equally hallow as I was exhausted. Definitely a bit ashamed when every time the wind blew my poor, bare vagina shivered.

The hardest part of all though was the email. A five-page document that I'd read over and over until my head ached and fatigue blurred my vision. It stated in over a thousand overly complex words and terms that Negan would my sole proprietor. That he would protect and provide for me so long as I followed a very strict set of rules and standards. It stated that he personally would authorize and procure a list of clients for me. I would be bound to his list and his alone. I would be silenced by a strict code of full disclosure. Not allowed to kiss and tell under any circumstance unless he gave me permission to do so. If I signed that contract it would mean that Negan owned me. And I was absolutely terrified.

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The path to becoming one of Negan's girls had been a test of my self-worth and far more work than I'd ever bargained for. Not that I intended to bargain in the first place but he'd lured me into a corner. That manipulative bastard who just so happened to have the most glorious cock I'd ever ridden. It fucked with my head and my self-control. It was all I could think about when I laid down alone in bed at night. I hated to admit that in some sick and twisted way, I missed him. -Or at least, some very obscene parts of me did.

When I thought of him I could feel a dull, lingering sensation of everything his mouth had done to me. The way he'd savored every inch of skin he could wrap his lips around. Every curve and crevice he could slick his tongue between. The way his beard tickled and scuffed the insides of my thighs. It made my body restless. I used my own fingers to mimic the sweeps and curls of his tongue over my clit but I yearned for something deeper. A spot far too deep for me to reach on my own. I lifted and rolled my hips in search of it as I whimpered his name. I was calling out for him when suddenly my phone rang.

My body stilled instantly as the blood rushed from my core and up to the very tip of my nose. When I saw 'ASSHOLE' flash across the screen my guilty conscience tormented me. Did he know somehow? Had he felt it? Did he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of shit? It didn't seem so farfetched when I considered everything else he was capable of. My hands trembled as I answered.