✕ ┊█ She doesn’t remember how this started. The memories all blur together
now. One moment she was picked up by Judas and his group – the next, they’re here,
with his handprint on the pale flesh of her ass and her cum soaking her inner thighs.
She’s sure months passed between those two points, with a million other encounters
in between. But at the moment, all she could think of was this, the way he felt, the way
he owned her in so many ways that Negan NEVER could.
A sweet cry, dripping with sin, splits from her lips at his smack, her whole
body jolting, cunt pulsing with the racing beat of her heart. Her legs shook and sweat
covered her brow as her head fell back, gripping at anything she could find to keep
herself grounded. They’d been at this for almost an hour, and still Lucille apparently
hadn’t found the magic words.
She lets out a shuddering breath as he rubs over her stinging ass, wetting
her lips and bracing herself for the next one. She loved this. She loved the way he broke
her down and built her up again. Made her weak and trembling. Made her forget who she
was – what she was. It was liberating in every possible way. And Lucille couldn’t ignore
how addicted to it she was. As his hand came down again and he gave a command, she
cried out, trying to find the words he craved so desperately to hear.
“J-Judas – JAMES –” Lucille groans, her eyes fluttering shut, “I – F-Fuck
– Fuck, I’m yours, okay? I-Is that what you want to hear? That I’m YOURS? Th-That I’d
follow you ANYWHERE? That I LOVE you? F-Fuck, because I do, I shouldn’t but I do
and I c-can’t help it. F-Fuck, James, I’m YOURS –”
The longer it takes for her to find whatever words he wanted, the more frustrated that Judas becomes. She's already so wet for him and yet it isn't enough --- it doesn't urge him to get on with things any faster despite how painfully hard he was in his jeans. An hour. He'd played with her and spanked at her bare ass for over an hour and he still wasn't satisfied. Not yet. Jealousy and possessiveness seethe inside of his chest and he wonders, somewhere in the back of his mind, if Negan ever had the chance to hear the noises she was making for him now. The mere concept makes one of his slaps particularly harsh and he doesn't apologize for it -- probably never will.
The two of them didn't play the usual games of others in the bedroom.
There was no word that would make him stop. No sign that would slow him down. Judas took because she gave, and the moment she didn't want to be around him anymore, he'd lose all interest. It was just that simple. No matter how much she told herself that Judas owned her, he didn't want to. No. Negan had owned her. Judas wouldn't. She deserved better than to have any man believe they could tame what she really was.
The confession makes his hand pause in the air, brows slightly raised. Not only had she used his real name but she was trembling and sounded like she was about to fall apart. Yes. That had been a step in the proper direction -- had more or less been what he wanted to hear. Not so much the words that came from her mouth but the tone. Her crying wasn't enough, yet. Judas wanted more of it, wanted to hear and see her come completely undone just for him.
One final smack is given before he allows fingers to pet over her dripping slit and an entirely new game of teasing begins in how he strokes over the line but won't push all the way in. Not yet. No. She would have to earn it like she was earning everything else.
"Why can't you help but love me? Why shouldn't you love me? Tell me."
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