Negan claimed Daphne's lips again, swallowing every mewl as he hooked his strong arm under her ass and lifted her against him. She snaked her arms around his neck, hooking her ankles together against his lower back.

He moved around to the front of the car and broke their heated kiss to slam her down on the hood. She clawed at the collar of his jacket, shoving it down his shoulders, and he shrugged it off gracefully before grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"Yesterday I asked you to suck my cock," Negan said teasingly, pressing his body against hers to keep her from squirming, "and you punched me in the fuckin' face." He kissed the soft curve of her jaw lightly, then nipped, smirking at the whine he elicited from her. "Today, I am a goddamn gentleman, and you're begging me to fuck you." He kissed her collarbone next. "Pleading." He bit lightly into her shoulder and she growled, twisting her wrists in his. "Now the kitten is growling at the fuckin' lion."

In a display of dominance, he took both of Daphne's wrists in one strong hand and slid the other down between them. He popped the button on her stretchy jeans expertly and drew the zipper down. Her hips bucked involuntarily and he chuckled at her eagerness, pride and ego masking his own.

He dipped his hand beneath her panties, running his fingers through the smattering of soft curls there. When his middle finger gave an experimental swipe down her slick folds, they moaned in unison.

"Your little pussy is so fuckin' wet," Negan hissed, his cock so hard it felt like it was going to explode. "Hell, I bet you've been running around all fuckin' hot and bothered for a while, strawberry." He drew the pad of his calloused finger up her clit and her legs trembled. "When did you first get all fuckin' fired up over me?"

Daphne struggled to control her ragged breaths as she met his gaze, finding desperate need hiding under the playful twinkle there. "When I watched you clean Lucille," she answered, voice hoarse, and licked her lips. "I made myself come three times in the shower."

He barked a laugh and parted her folds with his fingers, ghosting his middle digit up and down over her swollen nub. "And then you walked out of that bathroom looking like sex on a fuckin' stick and called me professor," he purred, speeding up his ministrations. 

Her eyes slid closed again and she keened at the feel of him manipulating her sensitive flesh, an orgasm already building. 

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth. "Do you know why, strawberry?"

Daphne shook her head, unable to form words, focusing on his hand on her, his finger sliding and swirling and-

Stopping. She opened her mouth to wail a protest, tears nearly springing to her eyes. His control over her in this moment was all-encompassing and intense, and she'd never felt so aware of her own body in her life. Every single nerve ending was electric, at attention, from her fingertips to her toes, her body alight with magic. 

And this single smirking man owned the wand.

"Because this sweet little cunt belongs to me now," Negan declared, holding her folds open but not touching her aching clit. "And you won't ever be fuckin' satisfied by anything else." He pushed two fingers inside of her and curled them upward, pressing against a soft spot that made Daphne slam her head down against the car twice. His thumb circled her bundle of nerves and that was it.

An orgasm hit her like a freight train and she shrieked with the force of it, body tensing as her core exploded with pleasure. He drew it out, pumping and stroking and watching her writhe and wail and practically sob with euphoria. Face and chest flushed, eyes screwed shut, lips parted; she was perfection.

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.

"You break my fuckin' rules-"

Smack.

"-and then you fuckin' lie to me-"

Smack.

"-and now you're gagging for my cock like it's your last fuckin' breath of air."

Smack.

Daphne cried out on the last one, near coming again. Her ass burned, his soft glove massaging her cheeks, and her clit pulsed so hard she thought she might die if he didn't fuck her right then and there.

"Your ass matches your name now, strawberry!" Negan said gleefully, and then slipped his middle finger inside her. Her legs shook with the sensation and he hissed, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. "When I think you couldn't possibly get any fuckin' wetter doll, you prove me wrong. Shit, I've never been so wrong in my whole fuckin' life!"

She pushed her hips back against his hand, and he removed it, much to her whimpering displeasure. She heard a sick snarl and Negan leaned over her, breath hot against her ear.

"I'm going to take care of this fucker, and I don't want you to move even a cunt hair from this position," he growled. "Your hands stay flat against this fuckin' hood and you keep your ass on display for me like a good girl, you understand?" His demand was laced with menace.

"Yes," Daphne whispered, voice hoarse with arousal. 

He retrieved Lucille from the ground and she heard a few wet smacks as he took care of the walking corpse.

He leaned the bat up against the driver's side door and admired his Lieutenant, dutifully bent over the hood of his car. It was an even better sight than he'd imagined, and he ran a hand down the curve of her still red ass.

"He's got a fuckin' gaggle of buddies heading this way," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. It's going to be fast, and it's going to be fucking brutal." She moaned at his words, her pussy clenching with anticipation. "Then we're gonna to go home." He unzipped his pants and the sound was euphoric to her ears. "You're gonna to fuckin' strip for me and I'm gonna worship every inch of you fuckin' proper."

She tensed at the feel of the head of his cock against her, and he rubbed her lower back tenderly with his free hand.

"Relax, doll, otherwise this will hurt more than it fuckin' needs to," he cooed, and she whimpered, willing her body to comply. "Ready, strawberry?"

"So ready," she keened, a desperate edge to her voice.

Negan grinned and started to push into her slowly, nearly going cross eyed at the feeling of her stretching to accommodate him.

"God, your pussy is so fucking tight," he groaned.

Daphne hissed, the sharp pain of being so impossibly filled driving her wild. Inch by agonizing inch he sunk into her, and she panted, clawing at the hood of the car.

When he was buried to the hilt, he leaned down, snaking one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders. He held her flush against him, and kissed her sweat slicked neck.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmured against her skin, and she let out a ragged breath as she adjusted to his massive girth inside of her. He started to rock his hips and she gripped the arm around her collarbone, holding on as if her life depended on it. Every movement of his sculpted rod inside of her elicited waves of bliss, and she no longer had any control over the whines and squeals leaving her lips.

Negan wrapped his hand around Daphne's throat and bit down into her shoulder, pistoning into her wet heat faster. He steadily picked up the pace, lowering the hand around her waist to her hip to give her lower half some stability as he started to slam into her.

She shrieked with the force of each thrust, her entire being encompassed by the pleasure of his flesh being massaged by hers. He straightened up, taking her with him, and pounded into her with guttural grunts.

An orgasm started to build deep in her belly and she bit her lip so hard she felt it would tear in half, but the pain didn't register only the heat mattered, the broiling churning ball of pleasure that was cooling tighter and tighter like his strong hand around her throat and he moaned something unintelligible into her ear but all she knew was his cock inside her, stretching her, opening her to him and it was like a bomb went off inside of her and she clawed at him, wailing and spasming, her pussy milking his dick with abandon and then he was kissing her, drinking her moans and cries like the elixir of life, and nothing in that moment mattered except forever riding the waves of their passion through an endless sea.