I don't own The Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction.

Thanks for your reviews, follows and favs :)

Read and review!

xxxxx

It took Red hours to fall asleep, while Liz 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 where gone and he could finally sleep.

xxxxx

When Liz woke up, Red had already been awake for an hour and had buried his cuffed wrists in her hair and played absently with it, thinking that what she had done to him yesterday was the payback for that night a few weeks ago when he had made her sleep with her wrists and ankles restrained. Apparently, he was a good teacher when it came to different kinds of punishments. He grinned to himself and pressed a kiss on the back of her head. He knew the tight feeling of cold steel around his wrists very well, from the pleasant and unpleasant side.

Liz opened her eyes and became aware of the world around her slowly. Red noticed that she was waking up by her change of breathing. He turned her around carefully and wrapped his arms around her, so that she was trapped tightly between his chest and his wrists, the cuffs were cold against her bare skin. She blew some air on his chest hair playfully and looked up to him.

"You haven't been able to uncuff yourself? I thought you were a criminal..." she teased.

"Well, good morning to you, too, sweetheart. Are you sure it's clever to be so cheeky that early in the morning?" he replied as he caressed the back of her neck, stroking her like one would stroke a cat.

Liz drew him into a slow, sensual kiss before pulling away from his grip around her neck and rolling over to the bedside table where she had hid the key of the handcuffs.

"Do you want me to give you what you want?"

"Yes, Lizzie, please."

"Say it."

"Uncuff me, Lizze."

"Are you begging me?"

"Yes, I am. Please, sweetheart."

She enjoyed the growing desire and heat in his longing gaze, then she finally opened his handcuffs.

Red immediately turned her on her back, distracting her with a kiss as he pinned her to the mattress a little too roughly. His mouth wandered down from her lips to her clit and then up again with frantic, wet, hot kisses, marking her as his own. He undressed himself with one hand and held her down with the other to prevent her from taking control. When he knelt down between her spread legs with her thighs on his shoulders, he looked up to her one last time.

"Do you wonder why I haven't restrained you?"

"Yes..." she whispered quickly, her voice full of desire, she wanted him. Right now.

"What you did to me yesterday night was plain torture. Turning me on like this and then rejecting me was...just cruel. So cold. Just what I would do." Red lowered his head between her legs and caressed the spot between her thighs and her hot wetness with his tongue. "I felt like now it's time for both of us to enjoy our lovemaking without restrains. Let yourself go, Lizzie."

Liz grabbed the sheets, tossed and turned in bed and cupped his head with her hands when he licked and sucked her until he finally made her come. When her first climax had subsided, Red rested his head on her lower belly, circled her waist with his hands and stroked her sides gently. He sat upright and pulled her close to him, then kissed his way down from her neck to her breasts, leaving them completely wet and then closed his mouth around her left nipple, biting in it softly and thrust into her finally.

She placed her ankles on his shoulders as he continued penetrating her, holding them tightly. Red kept a firm grip on her ankles to steady her and watched the emotions play over her face. He climaxed with one last hard thrust, Liz followed a few seconds later. They collapsed next to each other, panting and sweating and unable to think.

Red motioned her to turn on her stomach, then stroked over her ass and the back of her thighs, spreading them apart.

"We should do this more often." Liz said after a long while of just lying next to him and letting him caress her inner thighs from behind.

"Do what more often, Lizzie?"

"Making love without restrains."

"And here I thought you were talking about letting the other sleep turned on but tied up..." Red replied with a chuckle, resting his hand on her butt.

"No, we're not doing that! I admit it's...sexy to sleep tied up, but only when one of us really deserves it, and I hope this won't be the case anytime soon." she grinned wickedly at him. "I still wonder why you, of all people, are not able to free yourself from handcuffs without the key."

"Why would you think I should be able to do that?" he growled into her ear, his hand stroking over the curve of her butt to her thighs and then up to her back again.

"Because you're a criminal. And a pretty good one in fact."

"Uh, Lizzie, even the best criminal needs a needle or something small to use like a key in order to open handcuffs."

"You could have gotten up while I slept and done that. I'm sure I have something like that at home. Or you just could have stolen the key from my bedside table."

Red pulled her closer to him, then his hand wandered to her ass again, just in case she deserved a stroke on it. "Maybe I just wanted to enjoy feeling like the victim for once. Something that I let you feel quite often." he whispered against her skin as he pressed a kiss on the side of her neck, right below her hair.

"Yeah, right. Like you would enjoy being the victim." she teased.

"Can I ask you something?" Red's voice sounded insecure, much different than usually.

"Of course. Just ask."

"I always thought you needed this...uh...extra stimulation of being restrained to come. Or at least restrain me..."

She answered without hesitation, straight out. "I don't need it, I just... I like it. And be fair: you were the one who brought it up in our first night! I...discovered that I like bondage, so I just...let you do it." she trailed off. "Do you want us to stop this?"

"Dear God, no! I love it, I just wanted to be sure."

"We really should talk about these things..." Liz chuckled as she let her hand wander down his body to tease his hips, coming closer and closer to his cock.

"Has anyone told you yet that you're a greedy, insatiable little minx? No?"

Liz shook her head, he knew she was lying, because he was the one who had told her that more than a few times. She wanted to turn around, but Red held her down, forcing her gently to stay on her stomach. He slapped her ass ten times before he allowed her to turn on her back. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him playfully.

"Hey, what was that for?" she asked, failing at the attempt to sound serious. "You knew I would lie!"

"You may not need restrains during sex for a good orgasm, but you do need me to do this every now and then, admit it."

"You want me to admit my masochistic streak? You know about it, I don't have to say that I need it." she replied self confidently, but nevertheless, blushed slightly.

"Yes, Lizzie, I know, but I want you to say it."

"Or else, what? What if I don't wanna admit it?"

"Oh, you're provoking me now? Do you really think that's a good idea?" Red asked before he explored every inch of her body with soft kisses, knowing full well that he could make her answer him if he just teased her sensitive skin until the sensations overwhelmed her.

"Alright, I admit it!" she laughed while he covered her breasts in gentle, feather light kisses, not giving her the pleasure of touching them the way she wanted him to. "I need you to...spank me...from time to time."

"Good girl. But not today. You will get your spanking when you deserve it, not earlier. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded.

"Now, we are going to make love veeeryyy slow and gentle, not as rough as an hour ago."

Oh God, they were lying in bed for so long and hadn't done anything productive yet. No search for Berlin, no hunt for Blacklisters, only a lazy day in bed.

Liz wanted to climb on top of him, but he stopped her. Then she got it: he wanted to set the pace, have total control over her, see her climaxing slowly and he wouldn't allow any exceptions. He thrust inside her slowly, moving up and down, never deep enough to fill her out completely. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing herself against him. encouraging him to be harder with her. Again, she admired his self control. He only teased her for a few minutes before he thrust deeper inside, then he finally had mercy on her and fucked her with full force, but still not as violently as usual. Although she was in no way restrained, he didn't even hold her wrists down, she felt the absolute control he had over her body. If he wanted, he could make her wait for her release for hours just by telling her to wait, she would obey. She would beg him to let her come, that was for sure, but if he said no, she would accept his order and just wait more or less patiently, although the desire would kill her.

"Lizzie, look at me." Red demanded when he saw that she wasn't paying as much attention as he wanted.

Liz opened her eyes and he let two fingers wander to her clit, massaging her slowly, but firmly. She closed her eyes again in pure bliss and clenched her hands to fists, her fingernails digging painfully into the sensitive skin of her palms.

"No, no, no. Keep looking. I want to see you come."

She obeyed and stared back at him with dilated pupils and her lips slightly parted. She felt the first hot waves of pleasure come over her and somehow managed to keep her eyes open for him. Her orgasm came slowly, oh so slowly. Just when she was about to tip over the edge, Red withdrew his fingers, like she had expected.

"Not yet, Lizzie. Not yet."

After three last hard thrusts, he came. She tried to suppress the unbearable desire in her throbbing sex, and then finally, he allowed her release.

"You may come now. Come for me, Lizzie." he ordered and with one quick move of his hips, her hard climax made her cry out loud.

Red waited until her orgasm had subsided and then pulled out, lying down next to her and giving her time to recover from the climax that had hit her so hard and had lasted so long that she was a quivering, sweating and panting mess. After a while, he grabbed her hand and brought it to her thighs, smearing the juices that were running down them across her skin, then brought her hand to his mouth and licked the juices off while watching her the whole time.

She turned on her left side and put an arm around his waist, then drew him into a passionate kiss, wanting to taste herself on his tongue. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, begging for entrance which he gave her after a few seconds, then engaging her in a wild, dueling fight for dominance. She lost voluntarily to let him take over. The way he kissed her was unforgiving, merciless, powerful.

They broke the kiss to sleep for a while, their lovemaking had worn them out.

Liz tucked up her legs and cuddled into his side, her head tucked under his chin. The hair on his chest tickled her face, but she didn't care, she was too tired. As soon as he had placed a strong, possessive arm around her shoulder, she closed her eyes.

xxxxx

Thanks for reading.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think!