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Summary: Liz makes Red pay for being too rude to her.
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Liz had been awake long before Red woke up. Usually, he was the one who woke up hours before she did, but this morning, it was the other way round. Yesterday evening they had had a fight because Red hadn't told her everything about the new Blacklister. Red wanted the man for himself and made the task force find him, then double crossed them so that he could kill the Blacklister before the FBI could question him. He was one of Russia's most wanted criminals with access to nuclear weapons, so Cooper was pretty pissed when Red shot him.
xxxxx 10 hours earlier:
"Why the hell did you kill him? We wanted to investigate him and then put him in prison, damn it! You had no reason to shoot him!"
"Lizzie, I had my own reasons and I have no intentions to share these reasons with anyone. Shooting him was the right decision."
"God, Reddington! I'm sick of your lies-"
"We're back to 'Reddington' now? And I never lied to you."
"Yes, you did! Not telling me everything and endangering a takedown is lying, too."
"There are many definitions of lying, sweetheart. Calm down."
"I will not calm down! I don't care about the business you had with him, all I care about is that we've lost someone who could have told us about the location of nuclear weapons!"
"Don't you yell at me, Lizzie. He wouldn't have talked anyway. Now come home with me and rest."
"Home? No. I'll sleep at my place tonight."
"You'll come with me." He grabbed her upper arm roughly and pulled her closer to him. "Do you know why? Because later this night, you would have come anyway to apologize."
She knew he was right, he always was. She blushed and glanced at his hand on her arm, it hurt. Red knew it hurt and squeezed harder.
"Hey, what are you doing with Keen? Let go." Ressler's voice interrupted them. Liz had forgotten they were still at the office and suddenly realized that everyone was watching her and Red. She just hoped nobody suspected anything. Red turned to Ressler, still not letting go off Liz', who tried to break free.
"Oh, hi, Donald. We're just having a little...disagreement. No need to worry, I'm not hurting agent Keen, am I?" Red glared at her, slowly loosening his grip.
"I'm fine, Ressler. See you tomorrow." Liz noticed the look Ressler was giving her and Red. He was worried if Red was rude to her when they were alone, because after all, he was a dangerous and violent criminal. She was sure nobody knew about their, she didn't know how to put it, physical relationship. Although she was mad at him, Liz went home with Red to his current save-house. During the drive, they continued arguing on the backseat.
"Red, I just don't see the point. I understand that there are things you're not telling me because you think they're too dangerous, but you didn't have to shoot him. You can't just walk around and kill everyone."
"You know damn well that I'm not like that, Lizzie. I always do what I have to do-"
"-To keep me save, yeah, I know."
"I wasn't going to say that. This time it was different, it had nothing to do with you. And if you don't quit that habit of interrupting me everytime you're getting angry, I'm forced to turn you over my knee again."
"You know that I like that, but we're not doing this tonight. In fact, we're not doing anything tonight. Instead, we will just sleep, nothing else. I'm tired."
Red wasn't used to being rejected, he looked at her and was surprised that he enjoyed being told off by her. It was something he never experienced before, usually he was the dominant one who made people do whatever he wanted, especially women in bed.
"Fine, but don't you dare taking it back until tomorrow morning, you won't even get a goodnight kiss."
xxxxx Later in bed:
Liz needed an hour to fall asleep, she already regretted rejecting him. Fighting with him usually made her horny and they had amazing sex afterwards. This time it was her own fault to lie fully awake next to him, trying to get rid of her dirty thoughts. Luckily, she was really tired and fell asleep once she managed to think of something else. She listened to his breathing and noticed that he had fallen asleep half an hour before her. She was lying with her back turned to him, still angry. She knew she had no reason to be mad at him because in fact, it was nothing. Just another normal day at work.
The next morning, she woke up two hours before he did. There was an evil plan forming in her head. She had been thinking about this for a while, but never dared to bring it up it, so she decided to simply surprise him. She remembered this one special day a few weeks ago when she told him she would make him pay. Now was the time to keep this promise, and he had no idea she was doing it today. Usually, they made love in the evening, but now was her weekend off and they had enough time.
First, she went to the bathroom and brushed her hair and teeth, then went back to the bedroom and reached into the drawer to get their handcuffs, scarves and all the other stuff out of it that would be needed soon. They had plenty of toys to play with because their kind of sex wasn't exactly what most people were doing in bed.
If anyone at work knew what they were doing when they were alone and not chasing Blacklisters...Liz didn't want to think about that.
Red was sleeping on his back, unlike Liz, who always slept on her stomach. She took the advantage that he already was in the right position for her plan. She cuffed him to the headboard; restraining him with a scarf would take too long and he would wake up. Then she quickly blindfolded him which didn't take long because she remembered the way he did it with her most times. She wondered why he hadn't woken up by now and slid his pants down his legs. Now that she knew about the scars on his back he slept without wearing a shirt.
All she had to do now was wait for him to wake up. She glanced at the alarm clock, it was 9 a.m. She began stroking his sides, if she had stroked his hips, he would have been aroused immediately, but now the tickling only would wake him. That was exactly what she had planned: gag him as soon as he was awake and then tell him the terms of her punishment for yesterday. She watched him sleep and wondered if he was doing this every morning with her. She could tell he was slowly waking up by his attempts to move, he was probably dreaming of what she was about to do to him. When her hand reached a spot right below his armpit, he woke up, trying to get his hands free. She was sitting naked on his belly and he felt her wet sex rubbing against his skin.
"Mh, Lizzie, what are you doing?" was all he could say before she put a cloth in his mouth to gag him.
"You be quiet, Raymond. I'm sorry that I overreacted yesterday, but, um, do you remember when I told you I would make you pay a few weeks ago? Well, now is the time. I'm giving you a choice. Option A, you'll be restrained all the time and completely at my mercy, or option B, I untie you and you have to stand exactly what you did to me: trying to hold still without restrains and blindfolds, and don't make a sound. And I'm telling you, this is far from easy. I don't care about your need for control, now I'm the one in charge. Which one do you choose?"
Oh, how she liked to dominate him. It was a whole new experience, she loved being submissive and do everything he told her to, but the other way round was almost equally thrilling.
Red was thinking hard which to choose; option A would leave him helpless without the slightest chance to struggle and if he chose option B, he knew he couldn't control himself, he would be able to bear it a few minutes and then take over because he was way stronger than her and within a split second, she would be the one who was at his mercy. He would make her get on her knees and whip her back and her ass, then ordering her to get on all fours and take her from behind, the way she liked it.
"Make a decision, we don't have all day." she whispered in his ear, then placing a kiss next to it.
"A" he said through the gag. After a few moments of thinking he had decided to let go once in his life and not be the one who told others to let go while he drove them insane by playing with their lust like it was something he could give and take and tease them with whenever he wanted. Today he was willing to let Liz play with him like a doll, just like he did it with er all the time.
"Good boy." Liz said and continued rubbing her wet sex at him while she kissed down from his cheeks to the place where she was sitting. Then she knelt down between his legs, sucking and licking the juice she had left on his belly while sitting on it. She started below his belly button and licked her way up to his throat, then, without warning, she started teasing his sex with her tongue while pinching his nipples from time to time, enjoying the pain she caused him.
Raymond Reddington, the Concierge of Crime, murderer, number 4 on the FBI's most wanted list, was at the mercy of a woman that was twenty years younger than him, begging her to give him release. He moaned and begged through the wet cloth, struggled against the handcuffs. This was almost like the dream he sometimes had: being fucked by her in this chair in the glass box.
Liz had had a similar dream, but they had never talked about this. She was kneeling between his legs, sucking his erected cock and scratching her nails over his thighs. She enjoyed hearing him whimper and beg because it was the first time she took control over him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time. She could tell he was insanely turned on by not being able to do anything and just having to let it happen.
Red thought about the conversation he had with Madeline about things she did with the trouser belt, but this was something entirely different. He had always liked a little, well, more than a little, pain. What Lizzie was doing to him wasn't like that, it was the sweetest torture he had ever received. Before she let him come, she stopped sucking and hit the inside of his thighs with a whip, several times, which made him even more needy. After a few moments of watching him beg, Liz went on and swallowed his seed after she was done. Normally, when a woman sucked his dick, he at least held her head and pulled at her hair or stroked her neck, but being completely restrained drove him crazy, there was no pillow to grab and dig his hands in, it was unbearable...so damn pleasurable.
After a short break, she straddled him and moved her hips up and down while pinning his shoulders to the bed to get her own climax. According to the noise she made, she came like mad. It was different to let go without him watching her, being in control made her feel free, powerful. She understood why Red liked it so much to dominate her. Suddenly, she wasn't angry anymore, she had the feeling making someone beg to give them something they desperately needed was enough punishment.
Liz put the gag out of his mouth and kissed him passionately and long.
"I'm gonna untie you now, then I want you to turn around. Understood?" Oh, she had always liked the authoritarian way Red said 'understood' to her when he was mad at her or wanted to humiliate her for whatever reason, she had always waited for her opportunity to say that. But what was that? Did Red just blush? Blush like her? It had to be anger, not embarrassment, a man like him was never embarrassed. She sat down next to him and uncuffed him, almost expecting him to put his blindfold off by himself, but he only rubbed his wrists.
"Turn. Around."
"Yes, Madam." he said obediently, licked his lips and grinned, then did what she had told him to.
Liz sat on Red's butt and began massaging his scarred back, admiring the tattoos on his shoulders. She placed wet kisses at the back of his neck.
"You do realize that I wanna do this more often from now on?" she asked as she removed the blindfold.
"I have to admit, at first I was sceptical, because I'm not used to being the passive one, but you may do this whenever you want, sweetheart."
"Oh, I wasn't asking for your permission, it was a statement."
"So cheeky today, I think what you deserve now is a good long spanking, girl."
She giggled and laid herself over his knees, allowing him to press her back to the mattress and hissed when the first stroke landed on her ass.
Later, she lay next to him, his hand cupping her ass and the other slowly tickling the side of her neck.
"Lizzie, what I want you to know is...I love you."
"I love you, too, Raymond."
The end
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