I don't own The Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction...BUT I decided to write a few more chapters for 'smutty oneshots' !
Beware of the f-word and other colorful language!
However, this chapter isn't connected to the previous ones and is more psychologically sexy, if you know what I mean :)
Please read and review.
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"You have been disobedient, Elizabeth." Red's low voice purred into her ear as he slipped his hands underneath her t-shirt and circled her waist from behind. She felt that he had his sleeves rolled up, which most likely meant that he wasn't wearing his tie and vest and also had a few buttons of his shirt undone. This thought alone made her close her eyes in anticipation. She knew that he only called her 'Elizabeth' to make her angry intentionally so that he had a reason for telling her off. He stoked her bare stomach and his lips brushed her ear as he growled:
"I believe I made it clear that you have to follow my orders in bed as well as at work."
"You know I can't behave myself sometimes." Liz whispered breathlessly.
They both knew they were actually only playing that game of dominance and submission, but with Red, there was always a very thin line between playing and degrading her for real. She never really knew when that line was crossed. She could be sure of one thing: when he was seriously mad at her, their game became dangerous for her.
"That doesn't change that you have to do what I tell you, understood?"
"Yes, Raymond."
"Good girl. You have learned your lesson."
"I don't think so." she dared to provoke him.
"Oh, we are in a defiant mood tonight, aren't we?" Red gently bit her earlobe and tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer and sending shivers down her spine. She pressed her ass against his hips.
"Yes, Raymond, we are." she grinned and tried to turn around, but he didn't let her.
"No, no, no, Lizzie. Not so fast. Do you need me to tell you a thing or two about submission?"
Liz blushed, like always at some point when they were playing this game.
"Are we blushing already?" he asked when she didn't answer and he felt heat creep up the ear where he was pressing his mouth to.
"Yes, Raymond."
"Good. Undress." Red ordered, kissed the spot behind her ear and let go of her.
Liz turned around and stripped down without hesitation, keeping eye contact the entire time. He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
"On your knees. Good girl." He looked at her with his arrogant, predatory gaze and licked over his lips.
She rested her palms on her thighs and looked up to him obediently without him asking for it, she knew what she had to do.
"How did you know that I didn't listen to you?" she asked although she already knew the answer.
"Harold told me. I made it clear that I did not want you to be there, but apparently, your new best friend Donald took you with him to the takedown."
"I didn't want to stay in the office all day while the rest of the team did something more uh...thrilling."
"And more dangerous."
"You put me in danger all the time since the day we met!" she replied defiantly.
"This was different, Lizzie. I told you specifically not to go there."
"I'm alive and not hurt. That's all that matters."
"You be quiet." he scolded and sounded deadly serious, "The Blacklister you caught today was-"
"See? We caught him! He's gone."
"I said you be quiet." He raised his voice and took a few steps towards her. She looked down to the floor and then closed her eyes.
"Look at me. So, where was I? Ah, before you interrupted me so rudely, I was going to remind that he was a known rapist and psychopath who hated women. You couldn't follow a simple order and went to the warehouse although I told you not to do so. Is there anything you want to say to defend yourself?"
She shook her head, slightly intimidated by this telling off. "I'm sorry, Raymond."
"Good girl. I'm proud on you, Lizzie. You have learned to apologize for misbehavior. Now straighten yourself up and put your hands behind your back...good." Red held her wrists in a firm grip with one hand, which almost hurt too much, but she didn't complain. He walked her to the bedroom, still furious that his girl had put herself in danger.
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Their make up sex was as amazing as always although she felt that something was wrong. It had been so...harmless, gentle, almost boring compared to what they did usually after a fight or when one of them had screwed up something important. Red had held her wrists down with his hands, not giving her the slightest chance to move her arms while her legs were wrapped around his waist, but he had been too gentle with her on purpose. He knew that she would have deserved to be fucked into insanity with full force until she was sore, but he hadn't done this tonight. It was slow, sensual lovemaking and the only way she had been restrained were his hands on her wrists...Red had made her come three times, but her orgasms had subsided very quickly and had felt like only a gentle breeze of lust, not the hard, painful climax she usually had with him.
They lay next to each other with their fingers intertwined, still unable to think and staring mindlessly at the ceiling. After a while, Liz lay her right hand on his chest, playing with his chest hair.
"Red, are you still angry with me?"
"Yes." was his simple answer. He grabbed her hand and drew patterns on her palm, tickling her sensitive skin there. She tried to escape and hit his shoulder with the other one, but he grabbed it, too and glared at her.
"No, Lizzie."
Uh, oh...I know this tone...better behave from now on... she thought.
He released her wrists and put his black boxers and t-shirt on. When Liz stood up to get her own sleepshirt and panties, he placed a hand on her chest to keep some distance between them and held her clothes out of her reach.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. Didn't you hear me when I said I was still angry with you?"
"Give me my clothes!"
"No. Lie back down."
"What? No, not before you give them to me!"
"Elizabeth. You are my sub. You do what I tell you." Oh, how he liked playing that game with her...
"Yes, Raymond." she replied and obeyed him, immediately realizing what he was doing, but there was still that hint of defiance in her.
"If you don't sleep naked, I don't want to, either."
"Listen to me, sweetheart. You went after that man against my orders. If you ever do something like this again, you will get the punishment you would have deserved tonight."
"You know...I keep wondering why you haven't done that." she said, trying to push him a bit. "Pinning my wrists to the bed during sex with your hands is certainly something I want you to do again, but it wasn't what I expected." Liz grinned shamelessly.
"Oh...do you want to know what I think? You disobeyed on purpose to make me punish you. Bad, bad girl." He straddled her and held her wrists over her head with one hand.
Liz shook her head, but the lie was obvious.
"Liar. And all you've got was a short foreplay that was far from being as torturous as you like it and then sex without restrains...what a shame." he said with a sudden lower, dangerous voice and ran his fingers up and down her stomach and arms quickly, making her giggle and writhe under him.
"Ah! ...Stop it, Red!" she squealed.
The use of his nickname instead of his given name, that she was supposed to say in bed, made him want to tease her even more.
"No, I won't. We both know that you mean 'go on', so don't you beg me to stop, you greedy, masochistic minx." Red growled into her ear and continued tickling her mercilessly until she was breathless.
"Are you trying to make up for that short foreplay?" she asked when he had finally let go of her but was still pressing her onto the mattress with his weight, her skin still tingling from his attack.
Without answering her question, he said: "Cheeky, lying girls who can't behave have to do what I say, even if they don't want it."
She rubbed her sore wrists and shot him a glance full of heat and desire.
"Give me your hands, you will sleep restrained."
"Excuse me? No!" she protested and shook her head, hiding her hands under a pillow.
"Your hands, Lizzie." he said warningly with this cold, dangerous tone she knew so well and even feared a little.
"I said no, Red." Again using the wrong name for the bedroom, she tried to push him over the edge.
He raised an eyebrow and she gave in, he would do it with or without her permission. He bound her wrists with a black, smooth satin scarf, then grabbed her legs and caressed her ankles.
"Raymond! Restraining my wrists for the night is enough!" Liz pleaded.
"No. You were disobedient and you need to be punished." He brushed his thumbs over the soles of her feet a few times before tying her ankles up, too, making her giggle again. "Now sleep, you naughty girl." He placed a few featherlight, hot kisses on the side of her neck and other spots she couldn't reach right now and held her tight possessively.
"Please, you can't do this to me!"
Red caressed the back of her neck with his tongue and his fingertips softly, knowing that it drove her insane when she couldn't scratch herself there now and grinned devilishly at the thought that it must be tormenting for her. " I. Said. Sleep. Now."
Liz tried to bear the sensations on her tingling skin without begging, but almost crying with both anger and pleasure at the same time and fell asleep an hour later when they faded away on their own slowly.
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