After a few hours under the styling talents of Skye, I hardly recognised the woman staring back at me from her oval mirror. My hair sat in a deceptively simple bundle of waves. She'd put on a small amount of makeup to accentuate not cover, and a light white halter dress that flowed down my olive skin, and reached my knee made for one beautiful illusion.

The stylist mastermind looked me up and down and whistled at her handiwork.

"Geez, I'm good!" she said.

I smiled at her exclamation and spun around, causing the dress to flower out, reminding me of the famous Marilyn Monroe subway scene. I had no doubt in my mind that I would've preferred getting burned by the old subway steam, than go through with whatever the monster had planned for me.

Just play the part, Rackel!

Skye giggled, before checking her watch. "Alright Marilyn, time for your hot date!" I blushed, feeling slightly nauseous. Alas, there was nothing I could do but wave goodbye. The excitable girl pushed me out the door, all swept up in her masterpiece.

The cotton fabric sat perfectly ruffled, but I still felt the need to pat it down. Maybe it would be easier, knowing that I don't look like myself ...

The pit in my stomach grew larger as the realisation hit. It definitely wasn't what I dreamed of for my first time. Silly girl, I chided myself for waiting all this time, for that special moment, and that special person. I supported myself on the wall just outside Skye's room. The free fall from my emotional high drastic.

Luckily for me, the walk to Negan's room was a short one, my lungs and legs trying to stop me. I was particularly thankful that the Harem was empty. Not a "wife" in sight.

I quietly opened the door to find the dark, powerful leader leaning on the mantle, looking into the fireplace. He held a half-full glass tumbler in one hand. Negan swished the amber liquid slowly, before taking a small sip.

A stiff drink would be perfect right now!

I shut the door a little less carefully, alerting him to my presence. He slowly turned around as we drank each other in. Negan's amber orbs smouldered as he finished off the contents of his glass. He let out a short, soft whistle before sauntering towards me, hips in perpetual motion. "Well hello there, beautiful! I have been waiting for this all damn day!"

Sharp knives stabbed me. How am I going to do this? I clutched the fabric of my dress, hoping that that the fabric would make my shaking hands less obvious.

He pulled me flush to him, pressing his jean-covered erection onto my belly. I gasped at this masculine display. Negan chuckled in response, sinister smile ever growing. "What's wrong Rackel? Daryl not packing heat down there?"

My heart ached at the mere mention of my captured partner. "I, I, I don't know."

The leather-clad devil grew impatient, wanting me to mock Daryl with him.

That'll be a cold day in hell, dick!

He urged me to elaborate. "What do you mean you don't know, princess? You guys are obviously fucking like rabbits, right? What about all that bullshit when I pulled you out of line?"

I hung my head, not wanting to share my relationship with this demon. But, I knew I had no choice.

"I've never ..." I trailed off.

I couldn't bring myself to say the truth.

Negan gently placed his hand under my chin tilting it up, locking our gazes once again.

"Never what, sweet cheeks?' A knowing smile formed, baring his pristine canines.

I could tell from his conviction and playful manner, that he knew exactly what I meant. But he was enjoying watching me flounder.

"I'm a..." I attempted again but couldn't push myself to finish.

The asshole threw his head back and barked in laughter, making me feel two-feet-tall. "You have gotta be shitting me! Are you fucking serious?"

My eyes watered up, as blood pooled at my cheeks, showcasing my anger and embarrassment. Although I knew it was futile, I placed my hands on his chest and attempted to push away.

The beast's expression dropped as he tightened his grip around my waist and stroked my cheek. "How does a piece of tail like you, get this far and no man's taken you?"

Flattery won't got you anywhere with me, devil!

My brother had taken his older sibling protection duties to the extreme. I rarely bothered, knowing Shane would've throttled any guy who managed to get within a one-mile radius of me. It was an effective deterrent for any prospective boyfriend.

I'd only recently started dating Daryl, and Shane had been pissed about that before ...

Daryl and I almost had sex before he left for his hunt for Dwight. But as we stood by that tree, just outside Alexandria, he'd stopped it before it got too hot and heavy. "Not now Rackel. I wan' te make sure we do it right."

Surely we should've known by now no day is guaranteed. But I guess when you get this far in life without taking that plunge, it becomes a ridiculously ceremonious occasion.

I shrugged at the dictator, not wanting to give Negan the satisfaction. He leaned the bridge of his nose to mine. "What's wrong with Daryl? Is he a fucking Ken doll down there, or something?"

I was about to slap him, but it dawned on me. The only reason he keeps bringing Daryl up is because he knows I still love him.

I need to make Negan believe. Believe that I only want him.

Shaking my head, I placed my head to his chest. His heart thrummed like a hummingbird.

So he does have a heart ...

"I don't want to talk about my past! It's all about us now."

He searched my eyes, looking for any signs of insincerity. I must've been convincing, because the next thing I knew he collided his lips with mine. Negan invading my mouth with skilful flare and yearning, nails digging harshly into my hips. I snaked my arms around his neck and surrendered myself to him, closing off my brain.

Just imagine it's Daryl!

But I couldn't. This man was rougher, dominant and a hell of a lot more possessive. He tugged at my hair, nipped at my lower lip. I was his puppet, and he, the marionette.

The distinction caused an unwelcome buzz, my head tearing me apart with guilt, my tummy doing somersaults.

The brute flicked his left arm under my knees and scooped me up, never breaking the kiss. My ears rung with white noise. As he walked across the room, the finality of what was about to happen played like a broken record in my head, this is it, no turning back now. This is it, no turning back now.

Negan stopped, and without warning, chucked me onto his four-poster bed like a ragdoll. Everything seemed to freeze as I flew in the air. The firm mattress gave little comfort when I landed, the wind squeezed out of my lungs, causing me to gasp for air.

I hardly had a chance to catch my breath before he was hovering over me, like some supernatural entity. I closed my eyes, as his stubble grazed my skin, and he latched onto my neck, sucking hard, then biting me, causing me to yip with a mixture of shock and pain.

A gloved hand grasped my chin, causing my eyes to flick open. His gaze pinned me there, as he rid himself of his jacket and shirt unceremoniously, exposing a well-toned chest with a spattering of course, black hair. He towered over me with the confidence of a man that knew he was handsome, an air off self-assurance that I would've found attractive in any other situation. After a long beat, he raised a brow at me and chuckled. "Can't wait to break you in, baby." He ran his hands over my satin-covered sex, and I shivered. My body betrayed me, and the beast chuckled in victory. "You're gonna be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you!"

All I could do was gulp, holding back the tears. I looked to the side, hoping my fear didn't seep through to my features.

Negan knelt down and spread my legs apart. Starting at my knee, he left a trail of licks and kisses, my muscles tensing at the foreign touch as he neared his destination. He ran his palms up to my hip bones where my panties rested, looping his thumbs under the thin band.

RIP!

The beautiful garment was destroyed. Negan tugged at the scrap of fabric and threw it over his shoulder. I held myself up on my elbows, watching as he leaned in closer to my sex  closing his eyes, breathing in deeply. Like I was a bouquet of flowers. "Mmmmm smells good baby."

I was beet red. I reflexively brought my knees together, pushing his head and forward manner as far away from me as possible.

This guy is shameless!

He tutted at me teasingly, wrenching my thighs back apart, locking his eyes on mine again. Negan smirks, pressing two fingers against my sex, stroking small circles around my clitoris.

"Ughhh!" My traitor mouth exclaimed. No amount of movies, or stories or poetry could really quite sum up that building tension between my thighs. My throat swelled. I'd never felt so dirty in my whole life.

Two fingers redirected my chin, making sure I looked at him whilst he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the tips. "Delicious too."

My thighs tightened at the erotic exchange, while my mind berated me.

You floozy! Daryl is locked up and you're here shacking up with the enemy? What the fuck is wrong with you?

My captor unbuckled his belt, my panic setting in.

I'm not ready to do this, not now! Not with him!

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his large penis, stroking himself slowly as he looked down at my naked form.

Now was not the time to freeze. There's got to be something! Think Rackel, think!

And then it hit me.

I batted my eyelashes at him, as I dug my fingers into the grey sheets. "Negan baby?"

"Yes darlin'?" Negan was still stroking his now impossibly-sized erection.

"Seeing it's my first time ..." I looked away from him, purposely not finishing my sentence. I sat up to a captivated Negan, accidentally stretching my head back, and pushing my breasts outward.

If I hadn't gotten his attention before, I certainly had it now.

Cupping his cheek, I leaned in slowly, and ran my tongue over his top lip, kissing him softly.

Daryl, Daryl, Daryl...

I broke the kiss and looked at him through my lashes, playing the part of sultry seductress.

He placed his hand on me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "What do you want, baby?"

I sighed heavily, purposely heaving my breasts. "Can we make THIS."  Lightly brushing my fingers over his length. "More of a moment?" I quickly removed my fingers and placed them on his chest, straight over his heart. "I just want to make it special, for the both of us!"

He groaned at my proposition, searching my face for some sort of levity, hoping it was some belated April fools joke. When he found sincerity, he let go of himself, as he threw his head back. His cock still stood at attention, throbbing. "You're gonna kill me, princess!"

My captor threw himself beside me, resting one hand under his head as the other was busy rubbing his eyelids. "Fuck me."

I don't plan on it ...

I leaned over him, resting my hand on his belly just low enough to entice him, just a little further, before whispering, "please, Negan." I pouted at him and winked. "Not that I have any experience. But I'm sure I'll be worth the wait."

The exasperated leader rolled his eyes and looked down at my delicate hand, gently rubbing his belly. I'm sure that wasn't how he planned this to go, as he looked up at me, then squeezed his eyes shut.

Oh my God! What have I done? He's going to kill him. So selfish, Rackel!

I couldn't focus. The few moments of silence spanned an eternity. But finally, he looked over to me, as if he was considering the prospect of waiting to take me.

Taking my lower lip between my teeth, I did my best to look alluring. Knowing me, I probably just looked like I stubbed my toe. These totally uncharted waters presented many pitfalls. I navigated blindly, trying to figure out what was just enough to keep him interested, without toppling him over.

He finally let go of his breath as he put me out of my misery. "Hmmm, delayed gratification... this could be painfully fun."

I smile at him, taking a big inward sigh of relief. I couldn't believe that it had worked! I lay my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a swift tap to the ass before settling his hand on my lower back.

That was ridiculous! I couldn't believe that my little performance had worked. Although I knew I didn't have long before simple excuses just wouldn't cut it.