No Sanctuary For Old Men [18+] |Negan| ✔️ Complete

XXVII • Shiny Red Platter

When the waves subsided and her body fell limp against the shiny red platter she'd been served up on, Negan removed his hand from between her legs. He caught her half lidded gaze and brought a finger to his lips, running his tongue across it to taste her on him. She tasted like heaven and hell and life and sugar and spice and everything Daphne.

"Oh god..." she moaned as she watched him savour her on his fingers, and a devilish grin crossed his perfect features.

"Now baby, you know you aren't supposed to fuckin' speak out of turn," he said, ghosting a hand down her cheek to rest on her chin. "And I sure as shit didn't tell you to come." He grasped her jaw tightly and she squirmed, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm all the way to anticipation for what was coming next.

Negan pursed his lips thoughtfully. "What to do with my disobedient little fuckin' slut..." She narrowed her eyes, post-orgasm adrenaline starting to course through her veins.

In a swift movement, Daphne brought her legs up and kicked him in the stomach. He landed hard on his ass, a look of shock etched on his face before she pounced on him.

She pinned his arms with her knees, straddling his chest. His shock melted into amusement, and he smirked up at her.

"Very fuckin' disobedient," he drawled.

"I got what I wanted," she teased, patting his cheek almost as hard as a slap. "I could just leave you to blueball yourself to death."

"You're not fuckin' going to do that, strawberry," Negan declared, and it was more of an observation than a demand.

Daphne crossed her arms, digging her knees into his biceps. "What makes you so sure?"

"You didn't get what you fuckin' wanted," he said, his lopsided grin the response to her playful scowl. "I coaxed an orgasm out of that sweet little pussy of yours-" He shoved up with his arms, flipping her onto her back, following her down to pin her with his body. An involuntary moan escaped her as his massive arousal pressed against her hips, and he smirked. "-but it's my fuckin' cock that you really want."

She curled her hands around the back of his neck and dug in with her fingernails. He growled and snatched a fistful of her hair, dragging her to her feet. He threw her face down onto the hood of the car, hand secured to the back of her throat to hold her there.

Daphne pressed her palms flat against the red surface, breathing heavy. His dominance lit a fire inside of her, one that she didn't know existed. She'd lashed out because she wanted to push him, see how far she could break his rules and see what he would do about it. Excitement bubbled up in her belly like a maelstrom.

Negan hooked his free hand under the back waistband of her panties and jerked them down around her thighs, taking her pants with them. He gently rubbed his leather gloved palm in slow circles on her bare ass cheek, chuckling as she squirmed.

"Look at this tight fuckin' ass of yours," he cooed, and then brought his hand down with a rough thwack and she shrieked. "Oh come on, doll, that wasn't even that fuckin' hard." His voice was sweet as honey in contrast to the words he spoke, and Daphne was so wet she thought her body might dehydrate.

He brought his hand down on the other cheek this time, harder, and she groaned. It stung, for sure, but the pain sent delicious shocks to other parts of her body. The utter degradation of being bent over and so exposed to him made her flush with arousal and gooseflesh danced up her arms.