Hello there. Be nice and flamers may go drown AND GOD BLESS MY BL BETAS…
I own nothing if I did there would be no Tom and Lizzy would have pulled a Clarice by now.
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. THERE ARE SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE IN THIS CHAPTER.
Lets just hope I don't get reported for it. Enjoy and you have been WARNED: RATED M
FBI Agent Elizabeth Scott (for now) Keen, felt...Well... she wasn't sure how she felt. She was nervous, because she had no way of warning Ressler that something was wrong. She was unsettled because there was a woman with a gun pointed at her head saying that if she and Savanna didn't "play nice and get dressed" they would get shot up with something that would make them more obedient. She was terrified for the fate of the girl now getting ready beside her. Lizzie knew that Red was amongst the men in the lounge and that he would spare no expense to "Buy" her, but Savanna would no doubt end up at the mercy of one of the Barbarians in the other room. She also felt stupid; she should have known that something wasn't right when the person who interviewed her wasn't the man in the photos Aram had supplied them the day before. She should have known that something was terribly wrong when this new person's eye's shone with glee after hearing her sob story, and then hired her without a background check and references. No… that's not right… she knew there was something wrong; her intuition said that much, but after the loop Red had thrown her through the last time they saw each other she just figured that she was a bit off and ignored it.
When Lizzie saw what it was they had to wear her heart dropped. Why did Ressler have to come up with a back story that belonged to someone so… Vanishable, she thought sourly. She was going to have a small chat with Ressler when this was over, providing Red didn't get to him first.
Red… There was something up with Red. Over the last two months they had grown closer. At times she had thought that he was stalking his prey and that she was the prey, but then it would disappear; she had chalked it up to wishful thinking. She still had those dreams. She hoped with all that she had that Red wasn't her father. Every last inch of her being screamed that he wasn't, but still there was a tiny little voice that sounded just like Tom when he had taunted her tied up to their dining room chair: "He's your Daddy and you're just a sick filthy little girl."
Trembling with dread, she started getting dressed. To try to calm herself, and in the light of her present predicament, she decided to fully trust her instincts.
She knew for certain that Red had brushed her off in the post office. They had in fact gotten closer; he was in fact moving them in a direction that quite frankly left her frozen with panic and now looking at her reflection she was at the verge of hysteria. If her instincts were right, and she believed that they were, things were going to change. She started trembling again.
The auction was rapidly losing control. News of Savanna's virginity had sent the house to an uproar. Dembe turned toward Red and waited.
I've had too many close calls to hope this will pass, Red thought to himself. Sam's death still loomed in the outskirts of their relationship. She still had not forgiven him; maybe she would never be able to, but she could come to accept it. "You're a Monster." He recalls that night with such clarity. If I don't save this girl Lizzie won't let it go… and if for any reason knowledge of the girl's virginity comes to light all my hard work and all the progress I've made will vanish. Perhaps this might change the tide. As soon as Red squinted his eyes, Dembe knew his boss, friend, brother had reached a conclusion. Red nodded once and said quietly to offer Wajeeh up to three hundred million for both girls; without another word Dembe sprung in to action.
Making his way to Wajeeh with a serious face, he managed to grab the young man's attention.
"Mr. Reddington would like to make you an offer you cannot refuse."
"Really? And what would that offer be?" Was the younger man's arrogant reply.
"Raymond has deep pockets as you know. He would like to offer the younger girl to me as a sign of gratitude for my loyalty. And since you seem to be having some difficulty with restraining your guests, he would like to offer the sum of one hundred million for both girls and give you a chance to save face."
Although Wajeeh still held himself with arrogance, he was beginning to get worried about the other guests. Even if none of them were armed, he knew that most could do a lot of damage with their bare hands. A fight had already broken out in between the Russians and the Arabs.
Nodding to Dembe, Wajeeh once more climbed the stage while the taller, darker man made his way back to the older gentlemen with a triumphant glint in his eye.
"Very well gentlemen, sold for the hefty price of one hundred million dollars to number seven hundred and twenty three," Wajeeh said to the crowd as if there had been no interruption to the bidding process.
"…as for the rest of you, well maybe if you had paid attention to the auction instead of corralling like housewives you might have had the pleasure of getting acquainted with one of the ladies." Taking advantage of the stunned silence that had taken hold of the room, he continued, "But since I am an accommodating host, and I am much more generous that my cousin ever was… girls please come in and mingle."
At this, several different women entered the underground show room. There had to be at least eighty of them in all sizes, types and ages. This seemed to defuse whatever tension was in the room; the returning Coors girls and skimpy waitresses also helped with the situation.
Seeing this, Red and Dembe stood up and left the show room and made their way toward Tapomay's old office.
"One hundred Million?" Was all Red inquired.
"The boy looked desperate, although he did try to cover it up with arrogance. We have been together many years now my brother, I have learned to see past many masks; I knew he would take whatever was offered to him," Dembe said with humor in his voice. To this Red only chuckled with approval. He had just saved two thirds of what he was willing to offer.
"Wajeeh, dear boy, congratulations on your auction, it was a resounding success; if I recall correctly, Tapomay's first auction ended up with a fire, six wounded and an extremely upset German." Although Red had not been there in person, he did know the German in question, and had heard the story enough times over a few glasses too many of only God knew what, to be able to recount it as if he had in fact been there as well.
"I was unaware that you had been here." Was Wajeeh's bewildered response.
Red only laughed and answered. "But of course I was." The lie came easy. "Only I wasn't well known back then. I only made a name for myself shortly after." He concluded with a fond expression.
Rapidly turning serious, Red got down to business.
"The name we discussed earlier. I want it."
"Yes of course, one of my suppliers. Do you have any information that I can work with?"
"The man I'm looking for is Serbian. He's in his late fifties early sixties, he has a Russian Special Ops Tattoo somewhere on his body, and he is known for working with a man only known by the name of Berlin. It's imperative that I have his name, and it is imperative that he doesn't get wind that I'm looking for him. Have I made myself clear? You do seem to be a very ambitious young man, but know that to betray me is to sign your own death warrant," Red concluded in all his imposing and intimidating might.
He really could strike the fear of god in to people, Dembe thought absently.
"No, never. This will never come back to you, I know better than that. Why don't you two go have fun with your girls, and I'll have that name waiting for you when you're done. Oh and another thing, the cameras are still in place, so you might want to go to the Rec room and pick up your footage afterwards." Red and Dembe exchanged a look and then Red just smiled and turned to walk out. This will complicate things for Dembe, but it'll definitely work in my favor." If Lizzie knew she was being watched, she wouldn't be able to lash out.
"Wajeeh, one more thing, Dembe likes to smoke before getting in to matters so to say, would it be too much to ask that he light up a cigarette?"
"Sorry , we have a very strict non-smoking rule here, but after graciously having untangled the mess in the show room, I could bend the rules a little and let him go outside for five minutes; as long as he doesn't mind the company of course."
"Of course. I'll go give him the happy news," Said Red as he joined Dembe outside the office.
"Once outside, discretely send the emergency code to Ressler, but be careful my friend. You'll have company. Here are my cigarettes; it's the best I could come up with," Red said quietly but hurriedly. The taller man nodded once and smiled slightly taking the pack out of his employer's hand. It wasn't the first time that he had uncontrollable urges to smoke, even if despised the things with all his might.
Lizzie was shoved unceremoniously in to a room. After taking in a breath, she opened her eyes and stood in the middle of a bedroom that screamed sex. Pure sensual sex. There was no mistaking what this room had been made for. One of the walls was entirely made up of one gigantic mirror. Staring at the dark colored wood on the floor, feeling the cold creeping up her body, her eyes wondered to the burgundy walls and cream colored ceiling. The wall had some sort of flowery panels on them, but what caught her attention was the bed. The king sized four poster bed stood on top of a platform the required two steps to get to. The steps and the platform were carpeted soft looking cream colored fur. The black lace curtain surrounding the bed just added to it sensual look. Oh my God, please help me, Lizzie quietly pleaded as she let her head fall down. That's when she actually noticed that the lace robe she was wearing left little to the imagination, so she hurriedly untied the black silk sash that was wrapped around her waist and quickly wrapped it round her chest in order to make a makeshift bra of sorts, but before she could proceed any further she heard a husky voice say:
"Please, allow me to assist you with that."
Following the guard that was leading him to "his" room, Red thought about how he would approach Lizzie once he got there. If she were any other woman, he would be able to draw up a quick plan but alas, his Lizzie wasn't any other woman. Her unpredictability was one of the many things that had drawn him to her. In the beginning, he had felt a certain annoyance toward his instant attraction toward her. He then had decided to fight it as best he could. His reticent behavior had done nothing to quell the ever growing feelings. He did try to be noble. He truly did. Over the months in which they worked together he drew his leash tighter and tighter, until he saw her climbing out of that cab. That evening while he tended to his wound, he realized that no matter how noble he wanted to be, his desire was starting to roar. It took every ounce of his self control to not go to her room and take her right there and then. Eliminate once and for all whatever doubt she had about whether or not he was her father. That night his leash nearly snapped. Luckily by morning he had drawn his "battle" plan regarding his sweet, inexperienced Lizzie. I'll just enter the room silently and go from there, he thought to himself smiling wickedly.
Thanking the guard, Red opened the door carefully so that he wouldn't disturb the young woman inside. The sight that greeted him made his blood race. With her back to him Lizzie hadn't seen Red open the door. In fact she didn't seem very aware of her surroundings while she fumbled with the sash around her delicate waist. Red leered at her long and hard taking in the delectable black high-heeled shoes begging to be left on while the wearer was left with nothing else on. His eyes crawled slowly up her long pale legs, well shaped calves, and finally settled on her firm, round buttocks fitted in to some very revealing sheer boy shorts with a lacy trim also in black. The black silk lace robe completed the sinful ensemble; together with the sash that Lizzie was now tying to her bosom. Red frowned at this. No, no, no my dear Lizzie, there will be no hiding from me… Not anymore, he thought savagely to himself.
"Please, allow me to assist you with that." He held her from behind and decided to tie the sash in a nice loose bow instead of confiscating it. He had plans for that sash later on, and besides right now he need Lizzie to be as calm as possible. Taking advantage of the intimate embrace, Red whispered in to her ear:
"I'm so sorry for this sweetheart, but there's no way around it. This room, and consequently every other room for that matter, are under surveillance. We are being watched." Lizzie nodded her head very slightly indicating she understood the situation. Putting his hand on her waist he started to slowly rub her hips as he continued in a hushed voice. To anyone watching he was whispering sweet nothings in to her ear.
"I also managed to send word to Ressler. I don't know how long we have to wait, so we have to make this as believable as possible." As Lizzie nodded, she again let slip a small whimper; Red's smile turned predatory. Still feeling her unsettled, his hands traveled upward to the underside of her breasts and back down to her hip bones repeatedly at a languid pace. He felt Lizzie's breath falter and start to become shallow. Turning her head towards his mouth she whispered brokenly, "What about the other girl?"
"Dembe has her," he whispered back, right before he stopped his ministrations and took a step back. "Now that I have calmed your nerves my dear, let me take a better look at you." Noting that she lost her balance slightly, and tried to recompose herself. Oh sweetheart, I'm afraid you won't be able to regain your footing again. Not while we're here at least. He looked at her with approval, feeling smug at her dilated pupils and the darkened blue of her eyes. He was about to say something when his eyes caught something just below her left hipbone. My, my, is that a Tattoo? He thought to himself as he raised an eyebrow and looked at Lizzie's face once more. She looked panicked, Red's only response was a knowing smile.
Lizzie froze in sheer horror. She hadn't noticed that Red had arrived. She stood stock still as Red tied the sash in a lazy bow. His voice had done things to her, things she was afraid to admit. Oh my God, if his voice can leave me like this, what the hell will he do to me if he starts to touch me? She fervently thought to herself as she felt her nether regions moisten. When Red stared talking again in a hushed voice, Lizzie found it increasingly difficult at paying attention to what was being said. His voice, and now his hands were well on the way of leaving her out of her mind. The news that they were being watched cleared her mind somewhat, but the insistent caresses were fogging up her mind. Knowing that Ressler might take a while didn't help much either. He knows what he's doing. He's too experienced not to know, the BASTARD, he's trying to make me disgrace myself, she unwittingly whimpered. What Red did next nearly made her gasp, but she managed to regain some of her composure at the last minute as Savannah's terrified eyes flashed before mind. She felt relived knowing that Red had "acquired" her too. Dembe is a good man, he'll manage to work something up. To her embarrassment she stumbled when Red stepped back. Shit, I hope he didn't notice. One look at his face told her that he had. It was only when Red started circling her, did she remember her little secret.
During one of their many hunts for the weekly Blacklister, Lizzie had had a moment of rebellion. She had those from time to time, even when growing up. That haircut she got, the concert she went to, learning how to steal, Buying that shirt or dress that Tom hated. So when she saw the Tattoo parlor she had a moment of clarity. Red had hinted more than once that he knew everything about her. Well, this would be the one thing he would never find out. Saying that she was going to check a lead, and knowing Red couldn't follow her because of Ressler, Lizzie made her way to the parlor. Telling Ressler that by splitting up they could cover more ground, and saying that it was just a follow up, Lizzie had gained one whole hour and a half and had gotten a tattoo.
Looks like Red is going to find out about it after all, she thought as she started to panic, praying that the boy shorts, albeit sheer, would provide some sort of protection in concealing the small Tattoo. Noting Red's intrigued expression as his eyes zeroed below her hip bone, made her lose all hope. Shit, shit, shit, he saw it. But what really got to her was the knowing smile and predatory glint in his eyes. Ohh yeah, I'm in trouble all right. "So what if you are?" Asked that tiny voice that taunted her every time she awoke from one of those dreams. "It what you want, isn't it? What you DREAM about." She only managed to swallow thickly, frozen in place by Red's electric green eyes.
"Ohh my sweet, sweet Lizzie... We'll have to explore that piece of artwork at a later date," Red thought to himself as he took in Lizzie's unsettled appearance. "The things I've dreamed of doing to you my dear..." Red broke the heated moment with one of his characteristic chuckles. "Samantha...what a lovely name...although I must say you don't look like a Samantha to me," he said, smiling brightly. "You, my dear, are a breathtakingly beautiful woman. I must say that I have travelled around the globe, and in all my years I've only encountered two women who have managed to steal my breath from me...until now." His face reflected pure admiration. Smiling once more, Red walked toward a small cabinet and opened it, revealing a mini bar. After fixing two drinks he walked up to Lizzie, who, for her part, was still rendered speechless. Red handed over one glass half-full of an amber liquid and said: "Drink up, my dear; it'll help with the uneasiness."
"Please, sir, you don't have to do this," Lizzie answered, playing the part of the victim to perfection. But, then again, Red suspected that her anxiety was real. "Sweetheart, there is no escaping what is about to happen," he thought. "Of course not...but... you see... I do WANT to. I normally do not engage in such activities. I do prefer my women
Willing, but, as I said... You. Are. Exquisite. I simply cannot help myself. But don't worry, I do not condone rape. Please drink up... I assure you that when the time comes... you will be quite willing."
"You're very sure of yourself," Lizzie shot back, taking the drink into her hand. "What if I said I was gay?" Red laughed at this and circled her once more, closing in on her back without touching her. He whispered heatedly into her ear, "I'm quite certain that you're not." And then in a much deeper tone he ordered, "Drink up."
Red had always known the effect he had on women, ever since he was a young man. Taking advantage of his good looks and seductive voice, he, at the age of fifteen, had lost his virginity to his next door neighbor's mother, an outstanding redhead with voluptuous curves and honey brown eyes, he remembered fondly. Looking once more at Lizzie, Red decided that in this initial act of seduction, he would start by indulging -if only a little- in his more 'sexually deviant' nature. Seeing Lizzie finish her drink in one gulp he took the glass away from her and then walked towards the bed. Feeling her eyes on him he turned to her and said in a seductive manner, "Come here and take off my coat."
"Excus... What?" was Lizzie's nervous reply.
"I said...come here and take off my coat," he repeated, lifting his arms and waiting with the most predatory smile.
Lizzie's breath quickened, her nipples hardened, and the heat in her lower regions intensified. "Damn it... Oh God, oh God, oh God... SHIT!" Was all her jumbled mind could come up with. His voice was doing things to her again. Looking downward and walking up to him she was startled by his voice once more. "Stop. Go back to where you were," he said firmly but gently. Back tracking to her spot, Lizzie looked up at Red with increasing tension.
"Good. Now come here and take off my coat... but slowly and without taking your eyes off mine. I want you to feel the moment," he said with the same dangerous smile as before. "THE BASTARD! He has to know what he's doing... he has to... He's milking this for all it's worth." Although as soon as she thought of the milking reference her imagination ran away with her to one of her more... interesting...dreams.
Walking up to him in a measured pace, Lizzie looked straight into Red's eyes and could only glimpse at the roaring volcano hidden behind his mask. She had seen evidence of the heat through his very rare flares of temper and Lizzie had often wondered what he was like truly unhinged. As she reached him he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly caressed down her arms and held on to her hands. Taking control of them, he then lay her hands at the very bottom of his abdomen and proceeded to very slowly bring them up, forcing her to caress his torso right up to his shoulders. "Slowly," he reminded her sinfully. She circled him so that she could effectively take off his coat. "Now fold it and put it on the chair. And don't forget...slowly."
Looking around the room she found that the only chair available was on the other side of it. "What is he trying to do to me?" she thought. "Make me combust?" After Lizzie had done what she was told, Red then said, "Very good, Samantha...very good. Now come back and take off my vest. Then you're going to take off my tie and put both of them on top of my coat." "Jesus... Hail Mary... I'm going to orgasm from his voice alone." Lizzie thought frantically, feeling her temperature rise and her nether regions quiver. Taking a deep breath, Lizzie turned around, only to stop... frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. The expression on Red's face and the look in his eyes were ravenous to say the least. "Come now, Sweetheart... I'm waiting," Red beckoned her with a husky voice full of dark promise."After you're done you're going to sit on the bed." He informed her quietly while she unbuttoned his vest. Lizzie was having trouble breathing and, somewhere between taking off Red's vest and his tie, she had started to tremble slightly with arousal. Her mind was drawing a blank and each slow step she took sent a bolt to her now wet center. By the time she had managed to sit herself on the bed she felt that her skin was flushed and tight. And all of this with nothing but his voice.
"Very good. You have been a very good girl. Now sit back... that's right..." Red praised as Lizzie did as he said. "Good... now hold still." Saying this, Red slipped his hand under Lizzie's knees, making her gasp. Red stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. She really didn't know which was worse... Red touching her or Red looking at her with that heated gaze. "Remember to breathe, Sweetheart," was all he said before resuming what he was doing. With his hands under her knees, Red separated her legs only enough to comfortably sit between them. He then stood up straight again and un tucked his shirt, all the while looking down at Lizzie intently. Lizzie could only look back up at him. "Ressler... hurry up... or I won't want you to…" she thought fervently, breathing a little harder. Red then sat quite snugly between Lizzie's legs, to the point that his rear end came into direct contact with her apex, sending yet another delicious bolt to her already heated center. Slightly turning back, Red then found and pulled at the black sash around her chest. Lizzie tried to get it back, but she only succeeded in opening her legs wider, giving Red more than enough space to lay back fully into her, and also letting her robe fall open so that her bare breasts came into contact with Red's back.
Looking over Red's shoulder, she saw that Red had placed the sash on top of his groin, meaning that if she wanted it back, she would have to reach down to his Crown Jewels. Somehow that seemed like a REALLY dangerous thing to do... not just to Red, but to any man in this position. She also couldn't help but notice his large bulge. Well... he looks like a big boy. Was her inappropriate thought that caused her breath to hitch. "Is there something wrong, my dear?" Red asked as he settled in, causing agonizingly pleasant friction on her already sensitive nipples. Of course he felt my breath hitch...bet he can feel my nipples and the heat radiating from my... Lizzie's thoughts were cut short by Red picking up her left leg and placing it over his left arm and tucking her stilettoed foot snugly near his also-heated groin. "Now, my dear, let me see your hands." Lizzie pulled out her hands and put them in front of him, still distracted by the placement of her leg. "Good... now I want you to unbuckle my belt and undo the top button of my pants." The vibrations of his voice traveled through Lizzie's heated and sensitive body, making her tremble even more with arousal. "Once that is done you are then going to unbutton my shirt from top to bottom."
"Oh my God...Ressler, HURRY UP!" Lizzie pleaded, barely holding on to the last shards of her sanity. Red had started to caress her captive leg, and to make matters worse, Lizzie had looked up and caught sight of their reflection in the mirror. Not only was the whole scene erotically debauched, but Red was looking right at them.