Between the Shadows.

Sam was used to fantasizing about something to get herself turned on enough that whoever she was with thought she was enjoying herself. She tended to think of muscled men who could bend her over and take what they wanted from her. It wasn't really far from what happened usually. Men tended to take exactly what they wanted without a fight from Sam but they were usually old enough to be her father or weird enough that they couldn't get a girl on their own.

With Negan standing above her, Sam didn't even have to think about anything else. She knew that he would try to get her off, that he would take what effectively belonged to him at the same time. She let out a breathy moan as Negan pressed into her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wanted to feel him everywhere. She wanted him deeper than he was and God, she was desperate to take him.

"You feel so good," Sam whispered, running her hands up Negan's back. She didn't scratch like she normally would have, her fingers instead just digging into his back gently as she rolled her hips against his. "So good," she moaned with his thrusts.

(Sorry I hadn't replied to this one yet. I was stuck on it and didn't want to just write a shit reply!)

Negan smiled, looking down at Sam as her eyes rolled back until he couldn't see her pupils anymore and she tilted her back in pleasure. He always made it a point to make sure the girl he was with felt some level of intimacy with him, most of the time, but something was different about Sam. He wanted to overperform for her, he wanted to make her cum before himself.

"How good?" He smirked, letting his hand run down to her cunt, his thumb moving in circles over her clit as he rolled his hips, pressing into her as deeply as he could. He kept a steady pass, but it wasn't to fast and it wasn't to slow. It was just enough to have her shivering, but not enough to throw her over the edge just yet. "Let me hear you tell me how fucking good it feels." He groaned, leaning down and kissing up her neck.

Sam was the most gorgeous woman Negan had been with yet and at the moment, he had no intention of letting her go. He knew how cliche it sounded to think, she's so different than the other girls, but Sam actually had ambition and drive, and she knew she was sexy and she used that to her advantage. All the other girls were stupid, and just knew how to bend over. They had no personality whatsoever. He slammed his hips into her hard, feeling himself reach a little deeper. "Fuck." He moaned.

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Sam let out a small whine as Negan fucked her, arching her back as she rolled her hips against him. She was desperate for more of him, more of the pleasure she knew he was able to give her. "Please. Please, I need more," she managed to force the words out, letting out a loud moan as Negan's finger found her clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. It felt so damn good but it wasn't quite enough to push her over the edge and it was driving her crazy.

Letting out a huff, Sam readjusted her hips a bit before tightening her legs around him. She just wanted him closer, deeper than he already was. "S-So good," she choked, laying her head back. Her eyes opened to find Negan's, her eyes darkening as her gaze met his. "Fuck me, harder!" Sam cried out as Negan gave her a particularly hard thrust.

Reaching up to cup her breasts, Sam smirked up at him. She knew how to get under guys' skin, she knew what would turn them on. She was sure that Negan was no different. Squeezing her breasts, Sam moaned as she gave her nipples a gentle twist. "Please," she let out a breathless plea, biting her bottom lip. "Please. Please, I need more."

Negan was quite surprised. He had fucked women who would put on a show in the bedroom, but not lately. The escorts he had purchased before Sam would usually just bend over or lay on their backs and let out gentle moans, trying to come off as sweet and innocent. This was a side of Sam he hadn't seen yet, and it made his cock particularly hard. He watched her hands play with her breasts and he groaned, slamming his hips into her.

"Fuck, you are so hot." He smirked, letting his hand leave her clit and slide up her body and rest on her throat. He squeezed the sides of her throat, knowing the correct way to choke a woman in the bedroom. "You want me harder, huh?" He beamed, letting his free hand tangle in her hair as he leaned over her. He worked up a sweat as he pounded his dick into her cunt. He could feel her cunt squeezing around his dick, tensing up as if it was trying to hold him there. He moved back out and thrust in again, grunting as he did. "You're so fucking tight." He moaned, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging on it.

He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, using his teeth to nibble on it as he sucked. He felt shivers run down his spine as she moaned and he felt his dick throbbing, "I'm close." He warned her, but he never lightened up on his thrusting.

Sam nodded, arching her back as she pressed her chest closer to Negan's. She tried to focus on his features, reaching out to grip his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, dragging down his back as he fucked her mercilessly. "F-Fuck. I.. O-Oh god," she whimpered, rolling her hips against his. Her movements faltered as her cunt tightened around him, her lips parting as a silent scream tore from her throat. Her breathe caught int he back of her throat as Sam shuddered beneath Negan as she came around him.

She dropped back against the bed, letting out a soft moan as she looked up to Negan. Sam smiled lazily, leaning up to capture Negan's lips in a passionate kiss. She tugged at his hair, gentle enough that it would only spark his attention.

"Cum. Please, Negan. I need you," Sam whispered, trailing a line of kisses down Negan's jaw. She nipped at the skin just below his ear, "I need more," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut as she continued to kiss and nip at the skin along Negan's collarbone.

Negan was starting to wonder exactly who getting more the most pleasure from this, and it actually seemed laughable to him as he held her hips tighter, continuing to thrust into her ever harder. Negan had continued to ruthlessly fuck Sam as she orgasmed, not letting himself ease up on her as her whole body tensed and convulsed under him. Looking down at her body in such a compromised state turned him on even more and made him want to go that much harder.

He listened to her baited breath. He listened to her pleads and begging and he threw his head back, slamming into her cunt once more before he released his grip on her hips and felt himself explode inside her. "Fuck-" He moaned out, his eyes rolling back before they closed and he just sat there on his knees, feeling his cock throb and pulse inside her. He felt how much more wet and slick her pussy got now that it was filled with his semen and he could only smirk.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at Sam and let his hands glide up her sides. "That was a show." He smiled, his eyes gleaming as he looked down at her.

"F-Fuck. I-" Sam started, trying to communicate with Negan as he continued to fuck her right through her orgasm. She had no clue what she had wanted to say but the thought was lost as a second orgasm soon started to build in the pit of her stomach. Her body convulsed for the second time; more than she'd had in a long time with something other than her own hand.

Her head dropped back against the pillow as Negan finished inside of her. A little grin appeared on her features, a light blush colouring her cheeks as her eyes found Negan's. A shiver ran down her spine as Negan's hands moved up her sides. She reached up, gripping Negan's bicep gently as her thumb brushed back and forth slowly.

"I don't understand you," Sam admitted in a small voice, her stomach twisting for an entirely different reason this time around. She chewed on the inside of her lip, tilting her head slightly. "All I'm here for is for you. But you insist on making it good for me," she spoke, her words barely above a whisper as her gaze dropped from Negan's. She was so confused by his actions, she had never met a man like Negan and she had no clue how to handle it.

Sam felt oddly vulnerable, something she wasn't very used to feeling despite the line of work she was in. She cleared her throat, looking anywhere but at Negan at this point.

Negan couldn't help the smile on his face, blushing a little at her words, which was odd for him. He never blushed. He felt her thumb rubbing his arm, but watched as she tried to look anywhere but at him. He had never had a girl question why he did the things he did. Bringing his hand up to caress her cheek, Negan tilted her head towards his, so she'd have to look at him.

"I wasn't raised to mistreat a lady." He spoke, a smile still large on his face. "Especially one as pretty as you." He could tell Sam was slightly uncomfortable at bringing the topic up, it was obvious how awkward it had made her. "It makes me feel good to make you feel good." He whispered, letting his thumb brush across her bottom lip.

Raising up off of her, Negan made sure she was comfortable before he stood up and stretched. He looked over at Sam as she laid on his dark gray silk sheets. She was practically trembling over how hard he had made her come and it made him feel like a god that he was able to do it. "Are you thirsty?" He asked as went over to the small bar he had in the corner of his room.

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Sam gave a small nod to show that she understood what Negan was saying, her eyes focused on his nose instead of his eyes. She had mastered the art of acting like she was looking someone in the eyes while she actually wasn't. It inflated mens' egos all the while she didn't have to remember their faces or what they looked like as they fucked her or... well, anything else, really. She was able to pretend that it didn't matter a lot easier that way, like it was a normal occupation rather than one frowned upon by most of society.

She shimmied up the bed once Negan moved to stand, propping herself up against the pillows that she had set against the headboard. A light blush enveloped her cheeks as she watched him move about the room. "Yeah... just water would be great," she said quietly, chewing on the inside of her lip.

"Thank you," she whispered, taking the offered water bottle from Negan. Sam took a healthy swig of it before setting the bottle on the nightstand beside her. Gathering the sheets around her frame, Sam looked up to Negan after a moment. "Does your restaurant serve breakfast as well? Think after that, that I might need a big breakfast," she teased, laughing quietly. "If it's alright with you."

Negan liked what he was hearing, glad that it seemed like Sam was becoming more comfortable with him, rather than just tiptoeing around him. Perhaps, with time, she'd practically being bossing him around. "I can get you some breakfast, anything you like." He smiled, walked around the bed, to grab his phone off of the dresser.

He dialed the number to his kitchen, and when it was answered, he put in a big order for practically any breakfast food you could think of, from pancakes, to waffles, to bacon, eggs and hash browns. And he wouldn't even care if she wasted half of it. He just wanted to show her that whatever she could ask for, he could get for her.

Hanging his phone up, he sat it back down on the top of the dresser and turned back to Sam, "They'll have it up in no time, sugar." He beamed as he walked up to the foot of the bed and then crawled back in, moving over the covers swiftly, to get back up to her.

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Sam's eyes widened slightly as she listened to the order that Negan put into the kitchen down below. She had thought he would order a bit of food... enough to sate her hunger but she hadn't expected much more than that. It seemed she was going to have her fill of whatever she wanted. Clearing her throat once Negan finished ordering, Sam offered him a soft smile and patted the bed beside where she laid.

The moment that Negan was above her again, Sam reached out, sliding her arms around his shoulders. Sh ebegan playing with the hair on the back of his neck, tilting her head to the side. "You'll have to wait just a bit for round two, mister," she teased, the words slipping out before she could even think to stop them.

It took a moment for Sam to realize what she had just said and when she did, her stomach plummeted to the ground. She tensed, her hands dropping to the sheet that had been covering her body. She squirmed slightly, already beginning to shimmy it out from between their bodies as much as she could. "I-I'm.. sorry. I didn't mean that," she spoke, her voice tentative, almost afraid as her hands began to tease down Negan's chest.

Negan didn't think there was anything wrong with what Sam had said, for a moment, he was actually pretty confused, wondering why she was apologizing. It didn't take him long to remember who he was with though. Sam was just a high end prostitute, and he was sure if she had been with any other man, she would've gotten beaten for telling them to wait. He grabbed her slender hands from trailing down his torso and just pulled her trembling body closer to his. He could say the way she flinched, the way she was beginning to move in a completely different way, a much more thought out, worrisome way.

"Hey, you're okay." Negan smiled, trying to prove that he wasn't like most men who would order her services. The sex was great, but at the end of the day, what he wanted most was company. Negan didn't have one foot in the grave, but he was much older than Sam. He had already went through this adult years of just fucking everything that moved and they were behind him now. He knew there was more to life than just making a lot of money and getting off. "You need a break, you need a break." He laughed, "Just calm down."

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Sam was so focused on calming Negan's imaginary anger that she was so sure was about to be focused on her. Her stomach had twisted into an uncomfortable knot but she moved past it, focusing more on her movements than anything else. She was slightly confused when Negan pulled her close but she was sure it was simply for him to take her again and she was already resigning herself to that, up until Negan was speaking. Her brows pulled together as she leaned back enough to look up at Negan. "I.." she trailed off, not really sure she even knew what she wanted to say to Negan.

She simply decided to accept the comfort, snuggling closer to Negan. Sam's mind was still screaming at her to satisfy Negan, she just found herself completely mentally exhausted out of nowhere. Burying her face into Negan's chest, she breathed in his scent, a sense of calm washing over her. "Thank you," she mumbled under her breathe, pressing a weak kiss to his collarbone. "You.. don't have to be so.. thoughtful. I'm here for you," she mumbled, wincing at how ridiculous she had to sound at the moment. She hoped that Negan wouldn't take it the wrong way either.

Negan brought his hand up to caress her face before letting his fingers brush back a few strands of unruly hair back into their place. He had to hold back a snort at her words, letting his eyes glance up towards the ceiling. She was just here for him, after all. He licked his bottom lip before looking back down at her with a charming smile, "Doesn't matter. I don't need you so tired out." He teased her. He didn't want her to know that he genuinely liked her company, not yet anyways. He didn't want her to get so close to him, he wasn't sure if he could completely trust Sam yet or not.

"How about a hot bath?" He asked her, diverting the conversation before she could continue it. Negan didn't have an interest in talking about her job, in the same way that whenever he ordered one of these girls, he always made the agency clear their whole plate. He wanted the girl wholly to himself, the mere thought of her servicing another man at the same time turned his stomach. He drug himself up off the bed, his hands pulling away from her before he headed into the bathroom to draw her a bubble bath. He made sure the water wasn't hot and when the tub was a third full, he poured some bubble bath into the water. He turned back to return to her side, picking her up off the bed. "And a glass of wine to help you relax?"

Negan packed Sam to the bathroom before setting her down on the toilet so she could undress herself. "Do you like red or white?" He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

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Sam jerked slightly, her surprise quite evident when Negan offered a bath. She blinked, looking up to him as she considered his words. She wondered for a moment if it was a trap but it didn't seem to be and that was almost even more worrisome than she had realized it would be. Negan had been kind to her so far, he hadn't done a single that thing she didn't like... so why would he start now? Swallowing around the lump that had formed in her throat, Sam gave a tiny nod of her head finally. She wasn't going to tell Negan no, of course, but it was strange for Negan to even consider her opinion on anything.

When Negan reappeared from the bathroom, Sam offered a gentle smile as he lifted her up out of bed. She'd had every intention of walking to the bathroom herself but here she was left, letting out a giggle as she buried her face into Negan's hair. Sam suddenly felt bashful, her heart skipping a beat as Negan set her down on the toilet. She cleared her throat, tilting her head to the side as she looked up to Negan. He was being so kind that a feeling hse couldn't hope to recognize had stirred in the pit of her stomach.

"I.. uh, white. Please," Sam answered, realizing that Negan was waiting for an answer from her when she realized he was staring at her with a goofy little smile on his face. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking down as a blush crept onto her cheeks. She began toundress, leaning over to turn off the water once the tub was full enough. She slid down into the warmth of the water, letting out a content sigh as she leaned back. When Negan returned, Sam looked up, a bigger smile gracing her features. "Thank you," she uttered, taking the glass of wine from him. She sipped it before scooting forward, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you joining me?" She asked, confusion leaking into her voice.

Negan left the bathroom, heading to grab his phone from the kitchen counter, to call down a waiter to bring him up a glass or two of white wine. In that moment, Negan was the farthest thing from turned on, if anything he was upset. All he could think about was the look on Sam's face when she thought she had done something wrong, or said the wrong thing, or upset him. It was the looked of complete fear, like she was going to be punished.

And all that could mean, was that some low down piece of shit had put his hands on her.

Negan waited in the kitchen of his suite, his back pressed up onto the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, with his brows furrowed, He was deep in thought when a knock could be heard and he quickly answered it, barely even muttering a word to the young man who held two sparkling glasses filled with white wine. Taking the two drinks, he shut the door immediately and hurriedly returned to the bathroom.

Sitting his glass down on the side of the sink, he handed Sam's to hers, before he sat down on the toilet. He loaned over, letting his fingers trail around in the soapy water. "No." He shook his head, "I just want you to relax." He smiled.

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Sam's eyes followed Negan's movement as he set his glass down away from the tub. Her brows pulled together, moving to meet his gaze as she listened to him speak. "I... okay," she murmured, sipping at her wine. She felt like she wanted to question Negan, she did, but she couldn't bring herself to. It went against everything that she knew, to question the men in her life. She was sure she knew what would happen if she started to. Making Negan angry or upset with her was the last thing she wanted. He was treating her so well and hadn't raised a single hand to her - to risk that for answers wasn't worth it.

Clearing her throat, Sam settled back against the tub. She twirled the glass between her fingers, unable to bring herself to look at Negan. Her stomach twisted into a firm knot, sending her heart racing in a way that she wasn't used to.

"I-I'm... not going to question you, ever," Sam began. Her voice was hesitant, unsure of what she was saying. "But I want to say thank you. For how you've treated me since you started employing me," she offered quietly. She didn't dare bring up how it was so different than she was used to, in part because she was sure Negan was smart enough to figure that out on his own. Sam lifted her free hand, hesitating for a moment longer before she reached out to set her hand on top of Negan's. She didn't quite hold his hand but the contact still felt far more intimate to her than it should have.

Negan raised an eyebrow, not sure where Sam was going with her words. She spoke so oddly, and he didn't like her use of the word 'employ' even though it was accurate. When they were together, he liked to forget how much he was paying her. "You're welcome." Negan nodded, feeling a few goosebumps pop up his arm as she rested her hand over his. Negan could only imagine the horrible things other men must have done to her, for questioning them, or trying to reject them and it made a pit form in his stomach. That was another thing he didn't like to think about.

"Sam-" He started, pulling his hand away from hers and leaning back just a bit to let his back rest against the toilet. He could tell the way she started to seem uneasy with the way he paused. "I know this is a business dynamic, but you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you, or force you to do something you're not comfortable with. I can tell you're not used to that." He frowned, bringing his glass up to his lips.

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