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Summary: Liz enjoys having the upper hand.
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Raymond 'Red' Reddington was a man many were afraid of, he was the man in charge, he had responsibility, he was cold, arrogant, tough, dangerous, evil, a murderer. He always had the upper hand, he made people do things they didn't want to. He was violent, reckless and dominant.
But not tonight.
Tonight he was the slave of his mistress Elizabeth.
Before last week, he had no idea she had this in her, he would never have taken her for a woman who could make him whimper and beg. He didn't know why she had never asked him to dominate him before, probably because she was afraid he would refuse. When he was honest to himself, he didn't want to be dominated in the first place, but the way Lizzie just took what she wanted without asking took his breath away. When she told him she would pay him back a few weeks ago, he didn't take it seriously, but after she was done with him that morning, he knew he would let her play with him again.
Now he was kneeling in front of Liz, with his palms resting on his thighs, looking up at her with pure devotion in his eyes. She wore nothing except of her favorite dark red lipstick.
"My eyes are up here, boy. You look at my face or I'll let you kneel down there all night, understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Madam" , she corrected.
"Yes, Madam."
"Good boy. Do you know why I'm doing this to you tonight? Letting you suffer? Because we have to be more careful. Ressler saw the red lines on my wrists and ankles yesterday when I was wearing that dress. The lines, the bruises, the tiny scratch on my neck, everything. I guess he knows where these marks are coming from, but he has no idea that you are the one who's giving them to me. We better pray that he never finds out."
"And how is any of this my fault?"
Liz slapped him across the face and bent down to him, not without seeing that he glanced at her breasts.
"Did I allow you to say anything?"
"No, Madam."
She grinned. "It's our fault, not only yours, I know that. But since you're the one who ties me up, always grabs my wrists a little too hard and likes to play with a knife on my skin, I will punish you tonight. You will be my slave, you'll do everything I ask for and, most importantly, you will not complain when I'm hurting you too much."
"Ok, Madam."
"Now go towards the wall, knell down again and rest your forehead against the wall. Hands behind your head."
"My knees hurt."
She chuckled. "You think I care?"
"Yes, Madam, you do."
She slapped his ass when he walked towards the wall.
"Don't be too cheeky tonight, slave. Kneel down again."
He sighed.
"Now."
He obeyed and rested his forehead against the wall just like she told him to. Oh, how he liked being her slave, she was good at playing this game, almost as good as he. One week ago, Red wouldn't have thought he would enjoy this, he had always been the one who told women what to do and teased them into insanity, but after one week of not being allowed to do what he usually did, he started to love being submissive. He also craved to have her at his mercy again, but after the first time she had dominated him, he had, for some strange reason, agreed to be her slave for a week until he could live up his need for control again. He already looked forward to control her body, her mind and to break her will, but this week, he did everything she wanted.
"Tonight," Liz began "You deserve to be whipped on your back until you can't stand it anymore and beg me for mercy."
"Ok, Madam."
The first lash hit his back.
"Ow!" he cried out.
"I didn't ask you for your opinion, slave."
Red stayed strong. Twenty times. God, this was better than everything he had done with Madeline. After the 21st lash, he swore. He, who always, every single time, told Liz not to swear.
"Ah! Fuck!"
"Do I hear you complain? Fucking comes later."
Another lash. He felt the first tear run down his cheek.
"Please, stop it! God, please, I'm begging you, stop! Mercy!"
Liz was proud on herself, she had brought Raymond Reddington to tears and begging her for mercy, now it was time for the next part.
"Good boy, you've deserved your first kiss tonight. Turn around...no, no, no. Stay on your knees." she ordered when he wanted to stand up. She knelt down, too and kissed him. Short, too short for his opinion.
"Now get up and sit down on the bed."
He did as she said.
"Good. I want you to let me come two times before you're allowed to come. One time with your tongue and one time with real sex. After that, I'll give you a break and then I'll suck your dick as a reward, but you don't make a sound. If you do, I will stop and make you wait, just like you did. Understood, slave?"
"Yes, Madam."
Liz leaned back, he expected her to close her eyes, but this time, she kept them open.
"I wanna watch you while you lick me. Don't you dare teasing me this time, let me come."
It wasn't a question, it was an order.
Red held her thighs over his shoulders and began to lick her clit, making sure to take his time, but not too long to test her patience. She let herself go, grabbing the sheets and playing with her upper body from time to time to turn him on. He changed the angle and slid his tongue deeper inside her, knowing that she watched him the entire time. After a few minutes, she came. Hard. Loud. She gave herself only a short time to recover before she went back to dominate him.
"Well done, slave. Lie down on your back...Good. You may come when I say so, but not a second earlier, clear?"
"Yes, Madam." Oh, she could get used to that...Then she straddled him and rocked her hips up and down his erection, but slowed down when she felt that he was close. Tonight, she was the one who forced him to wait, it was fun. One minute later, she was climaxing again.
"You may come now, slave."
He did, and she felt his body relax. Then she lay down next to him and slapped his hand away when he touched her thigh.
"No. We're not doing that. You rest until you're ready for the last round."
"God, Lizzie."
"What was that?"
"Oh, I mean, Madam." Red grinned.
"Do you think this is funny? If you continue to be so cheeky, you don't get any more kisses tonight and that isn't what you want, believe me."
Of course he believed her, and before he could think, Liz kissed him. Now harder than before, loosing herself in the kiss, almost forgetting that she was the dominant one, and before he could be tempted to take over, she broke the kiss and knelt down between his legs, starting to suck and lick his sex.
"Remember. Don't make the slightest sound if you don't want to wait all night."
"Of course not, Madam."
"Shut up."
She was right when she told me this is far from easy, thought Red, as he needed all his will power to force his body not to make a sound while she pleasured him and drove him mad. I thought she was making a fuss and overreacted...well, I was wrong...never be so arrogant again and think you can bear everything just because you've been tortured by some people you killed afterwards. Red made a note to himself.
When she was done, he was a sweating, panting mess, unable to think. He, one of the most dangerous men in the world, was once again feeling weak and vulnerable. All because of a woman who he thought he could control like all the other women he had before. What had surprised him last week was that he was willing to let that happen again and again. After both of them were able to breath again, he began stroking over her hair, and this time, she let him touch her without slapping his hand away.
"When this week is over, I swear I will-"
"Are you threatening me, slave?"
"Oh yes, I am, Madam."
The end.
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God, what the hell is wrong with me that I'm writing this stuff?! Anyway, thanks for reading!
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