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Previously: He took her shirt between his teeth and pulled it over her head, then looked up and down her body shamelessly, licking his lips.

"Red, I want you to tie my hands." Liz demanded self-confidently. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to make Red do it.

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Red bound her wrists so that she was tied to the headboard and sucked at her earlobe slowly.

"You naughty girl, you really know what you want, don't you? Will you close your eyes voluntarily and promise not to open them or do I have to blindfold you?"

"I don't think I could behave. Do to me whatever you want." Liz grinned wickedly at him, knowing that it was a mistake to tell him to do what he wanted, because this always meant that she would end up begging for mercy.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and then blindfolded her with it, with the intention that she could breath in his scent while he was paying attention to her inner thighs and her hips. He held her hips firmly in place while he placed slow, hot kisses all over her inner thighs, from the hollows of her knees to the juncture between her thigh and the heat between her legs, purposely avoiding it at first. She was already whimpering in need because she had been waiting for this for a week.

"What was that? Are you impatient already? I told you earlier that I'm going to let you suffer. You won't get your will tonight, I'm going to have my way with you." When she blushed, he added: "I know you thought about that before you took a shower. And because I know you can't keep quiet and the walls in this hotel are thin, I'll gag you." With that, he put his tie in her mouth and tied a knot behind her head. "Oh, Lizzie. You have no idea how sexy you look right now. You look like you're mine. What else could a man wish for than a blindfolded, gagged and restrained good looking woman in his bed?" Red chuckled, while he caressed both her breasts only with his fingertips, fully aware how much she wanted him to touch them more firmly. She always admired his self control when he dominated her. The other way round, he was a whimpering, begging mess without any self control...

Even from these soft touches, Liz was already sopping wet, but knew that Red wouldn't do anything about this in the near future. If they were at home, he would make her beg, but he was right, she needed to be gagged because she was the last person who could keep quiet. She knew that it was so much more fun for him when she had to behave herself because he just enjoyed her inner conflict between the urge to let herself go and trying to remain control. He also loved it when she let go, but the feeling of having this kind of control over her turned him even more on. In these moments, she sometimes wondered if it was good to have a sexual relationship with an obviously sadistic psychopath...

Red seemed to notice that Liz was distracted and thinking about something else, instead of concentrating on him.

"Lizzie, focus. You don't want to make me angry, do you? Because that would only make it worse for you, but I believe you know that by now." he growled into her ear while he caressed the side of her neck.

He began licking over her nipples, occasionally sucking and biting in them while he stroked her sides with one hand. He soon licked over the whole breast and the hand that had softly stroked her sides was now dangerously close to her clit. He let go of her breasts, leaving them completely wet and focused on her lower body, kissing from her belly to her hips, spreading her legs wider and pushing a finger inside her, testing her wetness. As expected, she was ready for him, but he wouldn't give her what she wanted yet, no, he would make her wait endlessly, and because she couldn't say anything to beg him, it would be even more fun to make her suffer. He grinned evilly when he pushed two more fingers inside her, rubbed faster and faster, making her believe he had mercy on her and would release her and then, when the first pre-orgasmic waves hit her, he stopped and withdrew his fingers slowly.

"Mmm!" she protested.

"What did you say, sweetheart? I said I would let you wait, don't complain now." After several long moments, he said: "You look like you miss my fingers on your beautiful skin, but you'll have to wait for your reward." He bent down to her, careful not to touch her, and whispered in her ear. "You'll come with the slightest touch, and until I'm not totally confident that you've calmed down, I'll let you wait."

She was furious, for what was he punishing her? She couldn't remember...she was unable to think and then, after an eternity, she felt his tongue between her legs, but knew that he would only tease her and then stop when she was close. He avoided her clit and only licked and sucked over the sensitive skin around it and over her thighs when he wanted to distract her. He cupped her ass with his hands and lifted her thighs on his shoulders, carefully touching her clit with is teeth. She whimpered and rubbed her restrained wrists together, biting down on his tie in her mouth at the slight sensation of pain between her legs. She hadn't expected this and her muscles tensed.

"Shh, Lizzie. Focus on the pleasure."

She nodded, not really convinced, but curious what else he would do to her. He soothed her clit with his tongue, but it didn't give her much satisfaction, it was more like a soft touch without the aim to arouse her. The moment she thought that, he pushed his tongue deeper inside her and she wished she had a pillow to dig her hands in. Red took his time with exploring every corner of her with his tongue; it was slow, teasing, unbearable, but she enjoyed every second of this sweet torture, because in fact, she loved it when he made her wait endlessly for her release. She was almost sure he would let her come this time because he didn't stop when she cried out loud through the gag and put even more pressure on her clit when she clenched her legs around him; she had already half orgasmed and it would have taken only a few seconds for her to climax really, when he stopped and held her knees as wide apart as possible to prevent her from pressing her thighs together. He wouldn't allow her pressing them together, he did everything for her approaching climax to fade away slowly, even if it meant that she would punish him cruelly for it. Tonight, he was in the right mood to make her suffer the torments of the damned. He licked his lips while he already planned how to continue this game. He held her knees apart for minutes until every last bit of arousal was gone.

Liz struggled against the ties and his hands on her knees, he couldn't do that to her. Maybe, maybe, she would have deserved this if she had burned all his suits or crashed his car, but certainly not now when she wasn't aware of having done anything wrong...well, except of 'screwing up the whole operation' as he had called it...but this kind of misdemeanor didn't require such a severe punishment.

She was panting and searched for a way to beg him when she couldn't speak, but she was too exhausted to think. If he wouldn't let her come next time, she would stab him again with a pen.

Red watched her attempts to break free and to fight against his grip on her knees with amusement, oh, how he liked to have his way with her. He would tease her one more time before he would allow her to come, because actually, he couldn't wait anymore, either. He caressed her legs and her stomach once again, played with her tightening nipples, placed wet kisses on her lower belly and the inside of her thighs, caressed her neck and licked over her hipbones before he slowly, oh so slowly, massaged her clit with his thumb. It was slow, but hard and almost painful, he pushed her towards an amazing orgasm for the third time and took it away when she was almost there. It was tantalizing...This time, she was even closer than the second time, he had used all five fingers of his right hand to push in and out of her one after one, stroking and rubbing up and down inside her. When she had recovered from not being allowed to come, he pulled his tie out of her mouth, placing it on her throat; it was a little too tight and made it hard to breath, but Liz knew that this was his intention.

"You damn-"

"No, no, no, Lizzie. We don't want to dig our hole any deeper, do we?" Red teased her. She felt a wet finger on her lower lip.

"Lick it off."

She obeyed without hesitation, although she didn't really like the taste of herself. She licked her own juices off each finger, and when she was done, he kissed her. It was a demanding, punishing, strong fight for dominance, and of course, Red took control over the kiss, not letting her decide anything. He knew what kind of consequences he had to face next time, but right now, he enjoyed the power he had over Liz. As soon as the kiss was over, he gagged her again.

He lifted her legs on his shoulders and finally thrust into her as hard as possible.

God, it hurt, but she came immediately after five thrusts that went right to her core. She felt like her clit was on fire, she had never come so strong, not even with him. He fucked her through her orgasm until both of them had come multiple times and were completely exhausted. He pulled the tie out of her mouth and untied the knot, so that she could breath normally, but left her tied up and blindfolded, she didn't complain, she was too concentrated on panting and catching her breath. After a while, he lay his hand on her stomach and rested his head next to hers.

Liz didn't beg him to untie her or remove the blindfold because she knew that he would only do that if he wanted to. Minutes later, he did that and placed and arm around her shoulder possessively, holding her tightly as they fell asleep in each others arms.

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It was almost morning when they fell asleep, but four hours later, the loud buzzing of Liz's phone woke them up.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Red asked sleepily.

She looked at her phone. "Oh, damn it, a text from Ressler..."

"Do not mention his name in my bed, it kills my mood. What does he want?"

"He says the entire team has the day off because yesterday was a long day. Great! And...oh. " she didn't tell him what else Ressler had texted her.

"What else? Lizzie, tell me."

"Nothing else, I'm tired, Red, I wanna sleep for a few more hours."

When she was asleep again, Red took her phone and read the whole text message.

Hey, Liz. Cooper said yesterday was a long day so we have today off. I hope you had fun with Red :)

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did Ressler know? He had to confront her when she had slept enough...For now, he should try to sleep again, too. He could worry about that later.

Red put the phone back on Liz's bedside table, pulled her close to him and pressed a kiss on her shoulder before he fell asleep the second time.

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Liz woke up, she was cuddled into Red with her nose in his chest hair. He had an arm wrapped around her and a leg curled around both of her legs, she was trapped. He was still asleep and breathed slowly and although he held her a little to tightly and possessively, she felt save and closed her eyes again.

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Cooper came into his office, the rest of his team had a day off, but that didn't mean that he hadn't work to do. There were important phone calls to make, he had to look over reports, and various other stuff you had to do as a boss. It was 9 AM when he closed the door of his office behind him and sat down at his desk. He opened his laptop and the first thing he saw was the surveillance footage of Reddington's hotel room. Crap, he had forgotten about that...

What he had seen yesterday had certainly been a surprise, but what he saw now was even more surprising: Reddington and Agent Scott, sleeping deeply, curled intimately around each other, the blanket only covering them up to their hips, not wearing anything as far as he could see. He wanted to turn the laptop off and decided that it would be better to concentrate on the phone calls he had to make before his lunch break than on the fact that one of his best agents was involved with the forth most wanted criminal, who apparently wasn't as dangerous as everybody thought, at least not for her.

Just when he wanted to turn it off, there was activity on the screen. Scott had woken up, looked sleepily at Reddington's chest hair and started playing with it absently as she closed her eyes again. The entire scene was so weird; it looked like it was perfectly normal for them to wake up next to each other in a hotel room, cuddled into each other and looking like every other couple...there was nothing scary or intimidating about Reddington, he seemed caring and affectionate...much different than usually.

Cooper shook his head and turned the laptop off, this was too much, he had to work. Worrying about the personal lives of his employees wasn't his job.

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Red woke up by Liz's slightly moving fingertips on his chest. He opened his eyes and watched her for a few minutes, realizing that she was in a state between sleep and being awake. Then he kissed the hand that was caressing his chest to wake her up. She opened her eyes and raised her head.

"Morning, Red."

"Good morning, sleeping beauty."

He gave her a few moments before he confronted her with Ressler's text message.

"Lizzie?"

"Hm?"

"I read the whole text."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ressler said that he hoped you had fun with me."

"Uh...you do know that I don't like it when you read my text messages, don't you?" she tried to distract him.

"That's not the point."

"Red, please, I don't wanna argue this early in the morning. Can't we just have a slow day and have breakfast in bed?"

"Of course we can, and we will, when you tell me what this was about." he said firmly, but stroked over her collar bones lightly as he spoke.

"Fine, I'll tell you. But don't be angry, ok?"

"I can't promise that."

"Please!"

Red sighed and turned his head to her. "Tell me."

"Ressler knows about us. I denied it, but he clearly knows that we're a couple. He promised not to tell anybody and I believe him. We just have to be discreet."

"And you're confident you can trust him?"

"Yes, he's my friend and I don't care if you like him or not. And...there are rumors about us in the office, anyway."

Red bored his eyes into hers and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Lizzie, even if he tells anybody about this, I can always convince Harold not to do anything about our relationship, understood?"

She nodded. "I'm glad you're not angry, Red."

"Oh, I didn't say that." he replied and started drawing circles around her belly button, smiling at her. He knew he should be angry, but somehow, he didn't care who knew about their relationship. Liz still looked at him uncertainly.

"Come here, Lizzie." he ordered softly and kissed her. Then he stood up and got dressed.

"What are you doing?"

"Ordering room service for breakfast. We eat and then we go home. I take it you would have preferred to be at home last night, anyway. " he teased her as she blushed and looked aside.

"I still don't understand how I deserved what you did to me last night." Liz grinned.

"And I will never tell you."

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There won't be a chapter where Lizzie pays him back, instead, the next chapter will be a oneshot about something different, I don't know what yet.

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