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Warning: Don't complain that Red is OOC in a part of this chapter! He is a real bastard and I apologize if you don't like that.
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Red waited for Liz to come out of the bathroom, they had an appointment in half an hour and he hadn't told her what Matthew Johnson was like. He was a man in his mid fifties, a little older than Red. He was an important middle man and would led them to the next Blacklister. He had greasy, grey hair and a pony tail. They were business partners and although he didn't like him, Red would meet with him and his wife in the lobby of the ridiculously expensive hotel they were staying in.
"Lizzie, I have to warn you. He has a very conservative view about women, but will show up with his 25 years old wife. He has an antiquated attitude about relationships between men and women."
"Get to the point, Red."
"That's what I mean. He wouldn't accept a woman interrupt him and I bet his marriage isn't the happiest one. Your role will be to look pretty and say nothing. I will act as if I share his opinion, which won't be that pleasant for you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I have to treat you disrespectful, just like he treats women. Whatever I will do or say tonight, I don't mean it...Just don't freak out, play your part and let me do everything else." Red said calmly, put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
Liz nodded, this didn't sound good. "Fine, do what you have to do." she agreed, although she feared what a disrespectful Red would be like.
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They took their seats and all of them ordered drinks. Liz noticed that Johnson ordered for his wife, Tracy, so she let Red order for her, too. Tracy was a young, blonde woman who seemed a little afraid of her own husband, she was probably one of these women who married older, powerful men only because of their money. Red and Johnson started with unimportant smalltalk before coming to business. As the evening went on, they talked about the role of women in society and relationships. She knew that Red had the complete opposite opinion of what Johnson said, but nevertheless he agreed and soon they were talking about what Liz and apparently also Tracy had feared: what they did in bed. They sipped their drinks and didn't talk at all.
Liz thought that the way the men talked about women was disgusting, as if they were something men could own and weren't allowed to have their own will, let alone make their own decisions. Tracy looked as if she wanted the ground to swallow her.
"You know, Red, my girl isn't so adventurous in bed, but I have ways to...convince her, if you know what I mean. A man should take what he wants and his girl should obey, don't you think?"
Liz watched Red from the corner of her eye, she had no idea how he would react.
"I couldn't have said it better. You are completely right, Matthew. Women need someone who tells them what to do."
"Well said. What about your girl?"
Oh no, no, no...Don't answer! Liz was close to a heart attack, what if Red would be honest? Johnson didn't have to know anything...
"Oh, my girl is quite...how shall I put it? Sensitive. Tickle her while she's sleeping and she makes noises like a tame kitty."
"Excuse me?!" Liz burst out.
"What did I tell you?" he asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm sorry." Remember that he doesn't mean it...I'll never see this Johnson guy again, so just stay calm, damn it! She told herself. She knew that her job was not to say anything, but actually, she shouldn't let this continue...
"The way she looks at you tells me that your kitty turns into a furious tiger in bed." said Johnson.
Red chuckled. "You have no idea. I can only control her when I put her in shackles." he replied completely serious and with a smug grin, as if she wasn't there.
"How dare you?" she hissed.
"Quiet." he ordered and she nodded obediently after they had held each other's gaze for a few seconds.
Red stroked her scar under the table to calm her down, but it didn't really work.
"I thought you told me you had total control over her? Make sure to punish her later. Women like her need the short leash and a firm hand."
"Trust me, I will. Sometimes she just can't behave."
Liz was burning with anger, how could Red do this? She knew he didn't mean to hurt her and that he would apologize when they were in their room upstairs, but right now, she didn't care. They talked as if they were alone, Liz felt like she was going to explode any minute.
"When they won't listen, a slap here and there always helps them to remember who's in charge. Doesn't it, darling?" Johnson asked Tracy and put his hand around her waist, but it didn't look affectionate at all.
Tracy nodded without looking at anybody, absently stroking over her cheek. Apparently, she was used to this. That was when Liz noticed the small, blue bruise on Tracy's face, barely visible under her make-up. She couldn't believe he was calling her darling after everything he had done to her, and why she was staying with him.
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When the meeting was over, both couples left in opposite directions, but Liz could feel that Johnson was glancing at her ass over his shoulder. Red obviously knew, too, let his hand wander from her waist to her ass and squeezed it, not without whispering 'sorry' in her ear.
As soon as they were around the corner, the explosion began.
"What the hell was that?"
"Shh, we'll talk upstairs." Red said quietly, but firmly and dragged her towards the elevator.
The door shut and Liz could finally spill out her anger.
"Tame kitty? Seriously?! Did you really have to be honest? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am?"
"Lizzie."
"No! I know you told me it was only an act to get along with this freak, but...I can't even believe how you can make business with people like him! We need to help his girl, he's beating her, I saw the bruise on her cheek."
"Oh, he will be dead in a week, she will get all his money and then she's free."
"I doubt that he will leave her anything. And why the hell are you so sure he will be dead in a week?"
"Now that we know the location of our next Blacklister, Johnson is in danger. As soon as someone finds out he talked, he will be killed. And I'll make sure that the wrong people will find out. I will pull a few strings and Tracy gets his money. Happy end." he said with a sarcastic smirk.
"Hm, fine. You still haven't apologized for how you treated me during the meeting." she snapped at him.
"Lizzie, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I really am. I told you earlier that I had to behave like this and that I didn't mean it. So please, accept my apology." Red begged and took her hands, but she pulled away.
She was taken aback by this sincere apology, he really meant it this time, but she was a strong woman and wouldn't let a man, even if it was Red, get away with this.
"I feel like I shouldn't accept it, but I do. I'm going to take a shower now and then sleep."
"Now? It's only half past nine! And don't act as if you wouldn't like it, we both know you do."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This humiliation. You like it."
"Yes!" she said a little too enthusiastically, "But only when we're alone!"
He heard the door slam and wondered how he could make it up to her.
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Liz came out of the bathroom and went straight to bed, she was still mad at Red, although she shouldn't. He already lay in bed, but she knew he wasn't sleeping. She lay down next to him with her back to him.
"Lizzie..."
"No."
He turned around and put his arm around her to caress her waist. She wanted to pull away, but then she felt an evil idea forming in her head. She turned to face him and began to kiss him.
"That's unexpected. I thought you would ignore me for a couple of days." he purred in her ear between two kisses.
Liz smiled viciously at him, he had no idea what she was planning before she forgave him. She straddled him, kissing him roughly and holding his wrists down next to his head. Still wearing panties, she pressed the heat between her legs against his erection and placed wet kisses from his jaw to his hips, trying to tease him into insanity.
Red was confused, this wasn't what he had expected after this disastrous meeting earlier. He groaned as she traced the waistband of his boxers with her tongue while she scratched her fingernails over his sides slowly.
"Ahhh, Lizzie, please!"
"Not yet." she whispered, rubbing his sex through his boxers before reaching to the bedside table and then cuffed Red.
He moaned loudly at the thought of being restrained during sex, this constant feeling of anticipation drove him crazy. Liz undressed and then, without warning, she lay back next to him.
"What are you doing?" he panted.
"Sleeping. Did you really think I wouldn't punish you for that 'tame kitty' incident? Good night."
"Lizzie, please. You can't leave me cuffed next to you right now! I told you I'm sorry for that. Please!" "You can beg me as long as you want. I'll sleep now. I admit it's hard for me, too, but I can wait until tomorrow. If you can't wait, find a way to free yourself from the handcuffs on your own." Liz said coldly, but he could hear that she was grinning to herself.
She was lying with her back to him, he was insanely turned on and at the same time incredibly furious with her. He knew he probably deserved it, but that she expected him to sleep now and was rejecting him like this was unbelievable. This wasn't the first time he was forced to sleep with his hands cuffed, but he had never been lying next to a naked, beautiful woman then, only in a cage in South Africa, on a boat on the Pacific ocean and in the glass box at the FBI.
It took him hours to fall asleep, while she was already cuddled into his side and sleeping deeply. He just hoped she would forgive him tomorrow morning. He tried to calm himself down by breathing slowly in and out until both the desire and the anger faded away and he could finally sleep.
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