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It was going to be a quiet night, and that was fine with Lauren. She had her glass of wine in hand, well a plastic cup of wine. Keeping it classy. Terrible TV and lounging around were on the docket for Friday night. Half the cast was back for a quick trip to their respective homes, but hopping to England wasn’t as easy for her. Lucky for Andy, he had a family to bring with him to Atlanta. But Lauren didn’t mind staying behind and shuffling around in house slippers and faded, worn out clothes. She opened the sliding glass door to her patio. She found the sauna-like conditions of Georgia comforting as long as she dressed light.
She poked around with her open laptop on the coffee table when her phone chimed with a text alert.
‘Hey babe’
“Norman?” Lauren muttered out loud. That was highly unusual and very unlike him; she wrinkled her brow before laughing lightly and texting back.
‘Did you mean to send that to me?’
She made that mistake plenty of times, and he quickly responded, proving her right.
‘fuck sorry’
Lauren briefly wondered who he intended that message to go to, but went back to half watching TV. Ten minutes later another chime caught her ear. He texted again and she smiled, biting her lip.
‘Bored’
Of course. Norman’s attentiveness rivaled that of a child at times. She shook her head with amusement. Guess this one was meant for her. On the set, everything between them was normal. They didn’t talk about what happened, and it was one of those things where you pretended it never did. Still, it was strange for him to just start up a conversation. It wasn’t like the two of them ever hung out on their off time. She finally answered.
‘Sorry Love, which I could help’
Lauren couldn’t think of a better reply. It was too late to go out, at least too late for her. She was in the middle of drinking and didn’t want to travel into town to a loud bar to be half ignored. Five more minutes passed, and she unconsciously glanced at her phone every thirty seconds. She immediately snatched it up at the next alert.
‘You can.’
Gazing at her phone as if it was possessed, she got a very strange vibe. Lauren placed it down, debating texting him back at all. For all he knew, she could be asleep by now, but he sent another message immediately following.
‘Mind if i stop by’
What?! She looked around, the place was a mess, and this was fucking impromptu. Where was he anyway? Lauren hastily typed back.
‘Not really dressed for company’
She sighed; for some reason her heart was beating fast. She pushed away disappointment. No, there was nothing to be let down over. Norman Reedus at her apartment was a bad idea.
‘Not a no. B there in 5’
Her pet peeve of his texting grammar was overruled by his ETA. “Five minutes?” She balked and tried to at least put away some of the clutter. But she finally resigned herself to it all, and said fuck it when she answered the door. The man either didn’t get the damn clue, or didn’t give a fuck. Lauren leaned towards the latter.
Norman stood on her doorstep holding his motorcycle helmet, and ran a hand through his matted down, dark hair.
He raised an eyebrow looking over her clothing and she frowned, leaving the door open for him to enter. “I told you I wasn’t ready.”
Norman gave her a smile and took off his gloves, leaving them on the foyer table. “You’re always beautiful.” He glanced around stepping further into the room. “So what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” she walked ahead of him, picking up her wine from the coffee table. “Don’t have much to quell your boredom.”
He shrugged and took a seat on her couch, propping his feet up after kicking off his boots. “Better than sitting home alone again.”
She put a hand on her hip, amused at his sudden relaxed position on her furniture. “Alright, make yourself comfortable… I’m getting more wine. Would you like anything?” She had to at least offer.
He looked over the side of her couch, lounging even more. “Yeah, that’d be great,” he said with a relaxing sigh. She snorted and rummaged through her cabinets.
“Hope you like whiskey,” she hastily poured and handed him a glass.
“Thanks, babe,” Norman smiled at her. One of those make-your-heart-pause smiles. “What are you watching?”
Lauren had no idea what the hell was on, glancing at the screen. Whatever was on BBC at the time, but luckily it wasn’t a commercial. “I think there’s a Doctor Who marathon.”
“That British show?” He asked taking a sip.
“Yeah,” she knew he heard of it before. It was everywhere at the conventions he often frequented. Lauren made sure to give herself plenty of space on the couch, and curled her legs up.
Norman quirked a brow. “Is that Doctor Who?” He asked gesturing to the TV. “He’s that young, and wears a bow tie? Thought this show was 50 years old or something.”
“It’s The Doctor, and at the moment he,-” Lauren paused. “I’m not explaining eleven regenerations to you right now. Just drink.” Something wasn’t right. He should have absorbed enough Doctor Who knowledge by osmosis be being around it so much at conventions, much like learning foreign language.
He drank and so did she. Norman kept texting someone and she ignored it until it began to annoy her. Even though never spoke of the foray with Emily in his trailer, Norman’s threat to her as she left was still ingrained in her head. It popped up in her mind every time she saw him, and now she began to question his visit and increasingly, his ability to drive.
“That redhead’s pretty hot.” He said smirking at her as she yawned. “Do you mind if I hung out on your couch for the night?”
“Not at all. You want me to stay up with you?” She asked.
He shook his head. “No, I’m probably going to pass out soon. Haven’t had a full night sleep in days.” Norman laid down getting comfortable on the couch. “Thanks, Lauren.”
“Of course, sweetie, no problem.” She stood up and ruffled his hair. He sounded like he purred at the contact and she bent down kissing his forehead. “Night, Love.”
He closed his eyes. “Mmmm, Night, angel.”
She hid a shiver, god he really could make a girl buckle with his voice alone. Not that she’d ever admit that to him. Norman had a big enough ego as it was. Lauren realized crawling into bed that she should have offered him at least a blanket, but couldn’t see well in the dark without her glasses. Lauren blindly walked into the living room, but the TV was already off. She squinted; assuming he was already asleep, and felt the wall to get back down the hall in the dark. As she crossed the threshold into her bedroom and reached the bed, the door shut behind her.
She jumped at first, but saw Norman’s silhouette. “What the hell are you doing?” She gasped out a couple of relieved deep breaths. “Nearly gave me a heart attack!”
He didn’t respond, just stood there in the dark. “Norman, you’re creeping me out,” she said reaching out to smack him in his stomach. He caught her hand and threw her against the closed door. “Norman!” She shrieked in surprise.
He smothered her mouth with his hand. “Shhh,” Norman pressed his body against hers. “You know what you need to say,” his lowered husky voice already caused her body to react. “’No’ isn’t gonna work here; follow the rules you started last time.” She shook her head, pulling at his hand. “Oh, you think you have a choice?” Norman kneed her legs apart.
Lauren was in disbelief. Did he really think this was going to go down here and now? Time to get stern with him. She tried to shove him back, pushing against his chest, but Norman didn’t budge. Fuck, he was strong; his upper body was rock hard. He pinned her wrists against the wall on both sides of her head. His grip tightened and even using every ounce of power, she remained immobilized.
“I’m not doing this!” Lauren tried to kick but, his knee between her thighs kept her legs spread and useless. He leaned in closer, causing his knee to rub against her pussy with each movement she made. “Release me.” She ordered, now calming down and getting into a more commanding tone.
“No.”
“Norman, I’m serious,” she said, but tellingly would not look him in the eye, even in the dark.
“Lauren, shut up,” he said simply. There was no anger in his voice, just a strange calm.
“No, I will not shut up!”
He smirked. “Alright, I warned you,” his knee pressed against her harder and she gasped out. He moved quickly, pulling her away from the wall and throwing her downward.
Lauren stumbled to her knees. “That’s much better,” he said, undoing the rest of his pants. He gripped her hair hard, even as she pulled back against his hold.
She inwardly smiled; Norman was really going to go through with this? He shoved her back to the carpet and tugged off her panties and shorts. Lauren really liked the whole ravishment thing, but instead of fucking her he did something she didn’t expect, and put her legs up on his shoulders with his mouth on her pussy.
Lauren groaned aloud as he ate her out, running his tongue deep in-between her folds and sucking on her clit. Was he trying to confuse her? Lauren almost laughed out loud. He was so fucking mistaken; she wanted to come in his mouth. After she got off, she’d end this whole fucking game of his. She moved her hips, helping hit that perfect spot as his tongue circled her clit. She exhaled a moan, her breaths coming faster. He barely moved his mouth, making her lift her hips and work for it. She arched her back, but Norman suddenly pulled back; Lauren gripped his hair, trying to keep him in place. God, she hadn’t had anyone who could do it that well before; it was like he wanted to drink every drop of her.
“Off!” He growled, and her hands instantly let go with a huff from her lips.
He leaned back on his knees, sliding his pants off. Lauren didn’t hesitate spreading her legs as he slid his hard, thick cock inside. Lauren shuddered a breath, when he thrust steadily and deep, hitting her perfectly. She bit her lip with pleasure, holy hell, he knew how to fuck to make her come. Okay, so maybe he won this by actually fucking her, but she didn’t care anymore. She let out a telltale gasp as her breathing became strained. Her hips moved that extra bit to push her over the edge and she parted her lips in anticipation.
“Let’s see how much you like not coming, princess.” Norman knew she was going to cum, and that wasn’t allowed to happen. He pulled his cock out and Lauren’s shock and surprise instantly turned into frustration.
She glared up at him, feral and needy, like a little whore. Lightheaded and trembling, Lauren tried to find words as Norman pushed himself up off the floor, and she gaped in confusion. “Where are you going?!”
“Home,” he said simply. “That’s for being a little brat earlier in the trailer.”
He had to be fucking joking, but as he picked up his shirt and began to pull it on, Lauren panicked.
“Norman, you are not leaving,” she played his bluff. He shrugged indifferently and started pulling back on his pants. “Damn it,” she blocked the exit to her room. “This isn’t funny. You did all of this just to tease me?”
He looked down at her, rubbing his chin. “I think it is funny, and yeah,” he smiled, “I did,” easily moving her aside with his hands on her shoulders.
“You can’t be serious,” Lauren followed as Norman kept walking. Anger wasn’t getting her anywhere; she dug her nails into her palms, blurting out words before she had a chance to think. “Daryl please!” She immediately covered her mouth. Bloody hell!
Maybe he didn’t notice.
Norman turned unable to even try feign the amused, winning grin on his face. “Did you just call me ‘Daryl’?”
Fuck.Lauren sputtered. “It was an accident!” She couldn’t think straight and was flustered, now she truly must look pathetic. And fuck, he was going to take advantage of that.
“You want to cum you’re going to do everything I fucking want you to, got it?” He added a little twang to his voice, much to her embarrassment. “And then maybe I’ll let you.”
Lauren hated how well he could play the bad guy, the fucking jerk, but nodded in agreement.
Sliding the leather belt from his waist, Norman walked up to her. She warily looked at it, already anticipating a good lashing. She wanted that the first time she saw him playing with that whip on set with Laurie, and then more watching Emily. Lauren stared wide-eyed when he looped the belt around her neck, and tugged it hard jerking her towards the bed.
Alright, that was pretty fucking hot. She swallowed hard against the tightness, squeezing her thighs together. He pushed her onto her back and then pressed the end of the leather into her hand.
“You’re going to do it while I eat you out,” he says in his low voice. “And don’t you fucking dare come.” She didn’t realize how hard she clenched her jaw, gripping the leather and giving it some tension, while he delved back between her legs. Norman slid his tongue deep inside of her and she groaned. “Tighter,” he glared up at her. She obliged as he continued, but slack kept falling as she moaned. Norman reminded her with a growl to pull again, but it wasn’t enough to his liking.
“Do I need to do it myself?” Norman grabbed the belt and pulled it hard, cutting off her breath, and she raked a hand though her own hair. He lifted his head, wrapped the leather around his hand, shortening the lead, and shoved himself between her legs. His wet lips were on hers, the deeper he kissed, the tighter he pulled. Lauren tasted herself all over his lips, chin, and gasped what little air she could get into his mouth. His fingers slid inside her pussy at first two, then three as she mewled against his mouth, now covered in sweat. Norman bit Lauren's lower lip hard, her legs spread wide with his knees just to add the closeness of his cock to her aching cunt. Her hands went for the wrist that pushed his fingers deep and curled inside of her.
“Touch me and I stop.” Norman warned. She whined, but obeyed. “Look at you,” he hissed. “You can barely hold on can you?” His raspy voice informed her that he did get enjoyment out of torturing her. She wanted to drag him down to her, to just fucking touch him. She wasn’t sure when that need arose. He stopped and pulled the belt tighter suddenly and Lauren, felt her neck snapped painfully to the side.
“Can you get my name right this time?” His sarcastic and annoyed tone made Lauren nod enthusiastically; she couldn’t tell if it was an act or not.
“Norman, please!” She felt like she was on the verge of tears, and couldn’t help herself. He laughed, and she closed her eyes tight at the sound.
“Pulease?” He mockingly repeated in her broken voice with more malice than she’d ever heard from him. Norman yanked her off the bed like a dog on a leash, onto her knees. “That’s not good enough. You know that, you owe me more than this.”
“Anything you want,” she whispered, catching herself pawing at his pants. How did this happen? But she pushed the annoying thoughts away.
“Looks like that’s what you want, but sure, honey, go for it.” His amusement wasn’t the response she wanted, but she undid his pants, and took his hardened cock into her mouth. He didn’t let her swirl her tongue or get slow and torturous, he grabbed her hair, and forced himself deep with a pause. He was going to fuck her mouth hard. She tried not to choke or gag, but it was impossible with him completely thrusting down her throat. She heard a muffled noise, and he reached into his hanging pants to answer his ringing phone. Norman slammed her head back to him once she tried to pull back. “I didn’t say stop,” he said looking down at her with a raised brow.
She made a strangled noise, and he kept his head on the back of her head, thrusting into her hot mouth again. “Need to do better than that if you want to come, girl.” He answered his phone. “What’s up?”
Lauren’s eyes were teary with the strain on her throat, surprisingly more than the humiliation mixed with sex. Feeling extra spiteful, she wondered if he’d even notice if she touched herself while she sucked him.
“I’m in the middle of it right now,” Norman said. “I don’t think we should let her come at all.”
Lauren made a noise, and he gripped her hair harder. Who was he talking to?
“You always were too sweet for your own good,” he said. “I’ll think about it. IF she can make it up to us.”
“I want her as fucked up as you were that day,” Emily hissed in his ear over the phone line.
Norman chuckled, “I’ll do my best, sweetheart.”
Emily giggled back. “I know, we’re both way too nice, but give her just a bit of hell.”
He hung up, Lauren’s lack of enthusiasm sucking his dick made him well aware that she was eavesdropping.
Norman pushed her off his cock, “I’ll let you cum, once I fuck your ass, how does that sound?" He took in Lauren’s face. It was just so fucking perfect. The trepidation, the fear, the lust, it was just one huge ball of revenge that he felt bad about liking.
“Let me get this straight,” Norman eyed Lauren and her silence and hesitation. “You don’t want to come then?”
He loved it when her eyes got so wide, she was utterly adorable sometimes, and he forgot how much younger she was then him. She and Emily weren’t that far apart in age at all, but you’d never know it.
She felt fearful instantly. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” He asked smirking.
She was so tense it was obvious. “I’ve never…done that.”
“Yeah, so?”
Lauren was at a loss for his lack of caring. This was a big deal. He pulled her up by the belt and threw her forward on the bed.
She stiffened as she felt his breath against her, and immediately protested feeling him part her from behind. “What are you- ah!” She squealed out as his wet tongue ran over her tight, never before touched ass. “Oh fuck,” she gasped out, not sure what she was supposed to think about it. It felt so good, but it battled with initial thoughts of disgust. She made high pitched little cries as his tongue slid inside, her hands fisted the sheets, and she couldn’t tell him to stop.
He slid his fingers back inside her pussy. Still so wet. She groaned but it was short lived and they were gone, but his cock followed right after, swift and deep. “Alright, I won’t fuck your ass time, but next time I will, you got me?” She was too busy panting so he pulled hard on his makeshift leash. “Anytime I want, right?”
“Y..yes.” She gasped, but then his soaking wet fingers slid rubbed against her, and she still hitched her breath, when he pressed his fingers into her ass. He slapped her cheek and she shrieked.
“Relax.”
Now that Lauren panted and whined shamelessly, Norman let her have her chance. “If you can get yourself to cum before I can then go for it, babe.”
“Unh?” She tried to look over her shoulder in shock, still trying to get used to this full feeling of his cock in her pussy and fingers in her ass while concentrating on relaxing, not coming.
“It’s not going to take me fucking long, god damn,” he breathed heavier, shifting himself inside of her slightly.
There was too much going on, she couldn’t focus with her face in the pillow. Fuck, she could barely bring her hand back to stroke herself. She was literally out of her mind with arousal. She could hear his groans the closer he got, or he played it up because it caused her anxiety, making it harder to come.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“Please what? I told you to come,” he was close she could hear the pant in his words.
“Oh, god.” She never edged before.
He immediately stopped and pulled out again. She clawed the pillow, nearly crying into it, her body was fucking convulsing.
Lauren was sweaty and broken. “Norman,” her voice pathetically pleaded as she was turned onto her back once more. She gave him a small smile; he teased himself equally cruelly. He fucked her again, each slide of his cock rubbed against her clit. She arched her hips to get the perfect depth, even though it was fruitless.
“You want to cum?”
“Yes,” she shut her eyes, but he yanked her hair.
“Then what do you fucking say?” He ground out as he shifted, snapping his hips hard.
Lauren panted, so close. “Oh fuck, thank you,” she cried out, his hands kept her wrists pinned to the bed, she couldn’t grab or do anything. She shrieked out as if in pain, her heels dug deep into the back of his legs, slamming her head back to the bed. She couldn’t tell if she lost her vision for a second or if her eyes were closed, but she also was barely aware of Norman coming right behind her. She trembled and her eyes teared up at the intensity of her climax. His groan in her ear was louder than she expected, snapping her back to reality as he finished inside of her with the deepest he could get his cock into her. Lauren whimpered at the depth of the thrust of his cock and his bruising fingers on her hips.
There was no cuddling, no afterglow, and no small talk. He immediately got up, dressed and Lauren silently watched him from the bed. She was actually afraid to say anything.
“The only reason I let you come was Emily.” He said looking down at her with still a lingering disgust in his eyes, even after an orgasm.
Lauren pushed back her dark disheveled hair and nodded. He pulled his belt off from her neck, where a red ring was left on her skin. Norman hoped it bruised. He wanted to see his mark on her later, and then hear her excuses for it.
The door closed and Lauren still was recovering when she heard her phone. Exhausted, she picked up the annoying device.
“Are you bloody kidding me?” She glanced down at the text.
'pretty fucking good wasn’t it. told u I could play that part' Lauren breathed a small sigh of relief still not completely convinced his anger was an act. She fell back to her bed and smiled; at least now they were even.