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Previously:

"Oh, Lizzie. You have no idea how many fantasies I have about this. It's wonderful to watch you when you're giving pleasure to yourself."

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Liz skipped a couple of heartbeats. Red was standing in the door frame, looking down at her and grinning shamelessly. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying naked in front of him. She hastily grabbed the covers and covered herself up, blushed crimson and avoided his gaze. That was exactly what she had been afraid of earlier that night...

Damn, I can never look him in the eyes again...what am I gonna do now?

"Get out." she whispered. "Get out!" This time louder, but still not looking at him. He laughed his crystal clear psychopath laughter. "Lizzie, look at me."

"No."

"You have to."

"I don't want to. And now get out of here!"

Red didn't even make the attempt to move. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was still wearing his suit, apart from the jacket. The sleeves were rolled up and three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. To her, he looked insanely sexy. Liz wondered why he wasn't in pyjamas yet. She glanced towards the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was just 11:30 pm. Slowly, she raised her head and looked at him. There was a strange gleam in his eyes that she had seen only a few times before. It was hot, longing, almost evil. After an eternity of giving Liz this burning look, Red licked over his lips and went to her bed. Slowly. She didn't see him move, but suddenly, he bent down to her ear and whispered:

"Elizabeth, if I tell you to do something, you do it. Immediately. If I tell you to look at me, you don't wait all night before you obey. And another thing. Earlier, I told you we would continue this tomorrow. This means I expect you to do as I say. Am I clear?"

"Yes" she replied, breathing hard to control herself.

"Red? How long have you been standing there?"

"Quite a while. But I am the one who asks the questions-"

"Red, please! Just tell me."

"Since you turned off your shirt."

"But that's all the time! Why haven't I noticed that?"

"I guess because you were a little distracted...I came to tell you about your punishment for tomorrow, but when I entered your room, you were already busy."

Liz was thinking hard to find a way not to stay the following day, suddenly, she was kind of afraid of what he was planning.

"Um...Red, I have to work, I can't stay. I have to work tomorrow."

"Nice try, Lizzie. Tomorrow is Sunday. You're all mine, and I won't let you go. And by the way, do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you're doing what you just did? It was fascinating. Did Tom ever ask you to do this in front of him? I know I would, but as I've said, you gave me that experience without me asking for it." While listening to him, she almost didn't notice that he was caressing her bare hip. This bastard had taken advantage of her disability of concentrating on two things at the same time and had moved the covers a little.

Could this become any worse? Liz was unsure of where the rest of this weekend would go; she was being kept hostage by Raymond Reddington, he had watched her masturbating and now he was teasing her mercilessly about it without the slightest idea how embarrassed she was.

"Turn around." Red demanded.

"What?" No, I don't want this now... thought Liz.

"Didn't I tell you that I expect you to obey?"

Liz sighed, but did as he said.

"Good girl. Now close your eyes and don't move." He grabbed her arms and before she had time to think, she was tied to the headboard with his tie. Red stroked the back of her thighs, which drove her completely mad. His hand caressed her ass and for a moment, she thought he was about to actually hit her, but he suddenly got up and tucked her in again.

"Damn it, Red, what the hell are you doing?! You can't leave now!"

"I can't? ...Oh, you mean that I can't do that to you and then leave? Well, unlike you, I can control and behave myself. I told you that you will get the punishment you deserve tomorrow. Good night, Lizzie."

"Wait! Please!"

"I said good night."

"No! You son of a-"

He closed the door and left her tied up and sexually frustrated in her room. He was seriously expecting her to sleep now after all he had just done...Liz was certain that only someone like Red could be so sadistic to tie a woman to a bed, tease her until she almost climaxed and then leave, making sure that she couldn't do anything about her arousal. Liz was furious, how could he do that to her?! She tried to get rid of the ties, without success. After what seemed to her like hours, the ache between her legs faded away and she could finally sleep.

xxxxx next morning:

Liz awoke by the smell of bacon and eggs, she wanted to get up, but something was holding her back... Then she remembered. Oh, damn. How am I gonna survive this day?

There was a knock on the door and Red came in.

"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?!"

"Grrr! If you don't untie me immediately, I will-"

He grinned. "You won't do anything. We'll have breakfast like normal, civilized people and then I'll bend you over the table."

"Excuse me?!"

He just laughed and untied her quickly.

"Take a shower and get dressed, I will be waiting in the kitchen."

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She was finally dressed and went to the kitchen. During breakfast, they ate in silence and Liz' panic was growing from second to second. After they had put the dishes in the dishwasher, Red demanded:

"Lower your pants and bend over. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want."

Against her better judgment, Liz did what he said. He placed a hand on the back of her head to hold her down. She felt vulnerable, but to her surprise not uncomfortable or afraid. For some reason, she trusted Red with this. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain on her left buttock. She had expected Red to fuck her from behind, and she was willing to let that happen, but no, he was spanking her! Oh, that was the most painful thing she ever experienced.

"So, Lizzie, that wasn't what you expected, right?"

"No, Red. To be honest, I thought you..."

"I know. But I wouldn't do that without your permission. And this is a punishment, you remember that, don't you? I'm doing this to teach you a lesson to never swear or yell at me and not to lie to me again."

"And because you like to degrade me from time to time."

"You got me. That, too."

"Lizzie, I'm going to ask you a couple of questions now. If you decide to be dishonest, you will regret it. Understood?"

"Yes" she replied, realizing that he was entirely serious.

"Do you apologize for yelling at me and throwing this lamp on the floor? It was a gift from-"

"You really care about this stupid lamp?"

Smack. The second blow landed on her buttocks, making her wince.

"I didn't allow you to interrupt me, did I?"

"Red, I..."

"Answer me. Yes or no."

"No" she whimpered, feeling another painful slap on her ass.

"And the other thing?"

"Yes, I apologize."

"Good girl. Do you have any idea how expensive this lamp was?"

"No."

"Me neither. This was just a control question to find out if you've understood the principle of your lesson."

"Damn you! Of course I did! What the hell do you-?"

Smack.

"OH!" she screamed.

"That hurt, didn't it? And no, you didn't understand it. This wasn't a yes or no answer."

"You son of a bitch! You're just provoking me to get what you want!" She knew it was stupid not to do what he told her to, it would have been easy to just keep quiet and try to stand the pain, but she liked to fight with him.

"And I'm not apologizing anymore! Not for yelling, not for swearing and not for anything!"

...That got her ten strokes in a row.

"Fine. As you wish. Do you remember that you slapped me yesterday? I believe you deserve to be disciplined for that, too. Turn away from the table and undress."

When she hesitated, he spun her around and gave her a long, hard, punishing kiss.

"Do you want me to help you undress?" he asked teasingly.

"Yes, please." She liked where this was going...

Minutes later, they were in the bedroom. She was bent over his knee and he gave her ten hard strokes before they kissed again.

"Red?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me."

The end

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I plan on writing a collection of smutty M rated oneshots, maybe you'd like to read this, too.

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