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Thanks for your reviews to ch. 4! In the following chapter, you'll get to know what Red does with Lizzie's dream diary. Rated M this time!
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Previously: This was going to be a nightmare. Raymond Reddington was reading about her secret little sex dreams right now while she was alone at his house without having the slightest possibility to stop him. Great.
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Liz went upstairs to take a look at the clothes Red had bought her. There were three new t-shirts, a jeans, a pair of fluffy socks and an obviously expensive black dress lying on the bed. But what really caught her attention was the incredibly sexy lingerie. Oh my...he bought me lace underwear! Do I wanna know how expensive that was? Probably not...but it's beautiful...black and red. There were also new highheels that matched the color of her underwear. She tried them on and didn't really wonder how Red knew her size. They fit perfectly, just like the rest of her new clothes. Liz went to the bathroom, now walking around in black heels and black lingerie. She found new shampoo, shower gel, soap and conditioner. Also a hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, Red had gotten her everything she needed. When she walked back to the bed, she wondered if the camera was still there. Most likely not...Red wouldn't do that, because he wasn't angry with her anymore. She lay down and looked at the bedside table. Her thoughts drifted to the letters from Sam. Should she take another look at them? No, definitely not, she had read them ten times anyway. Red wouldn't tell her about her mother yet and right now, she didn't care.
She undressed, put on the socks and one of Red's shirts and went to the living room on the sofa to watch TV, she needed a distraction from the fact that Red had her diary. He was on the plane right now and read it. Some dreams were harmless and only about kissing, but some...well, ok, most of them were pretty hardcore. Liz sat down on the sofa, cuddled into a blanket and turned on the TV. One hour later, she went to bed, there was nothing good on TV and she couldn't get her mind off the diary.
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Red blushed, Red, a man who was never uncomfortable with whatever situation and definitely too sure of himself and almost never doubted himself. But right now, he was stunned. He knew that his Lizzie wasn't a prude, but what he read in her dream diary was...whew...almost shocking. The first entry was from the day after they had met the first time.
Dear dream diary,
(what a nice alliteration!)
I never had a dream like this, last night was the first time. I dreamed that I saw Reddington again in this glass box. I was outside and watched him, then I got in, but as soon as the door closed, I forgot the code and we were locked in. We were both fully clothed and I was standing in front of him while he was shackled to that chair. (Oh God, I wanted him the first time I saw him). I slowly started undressing and then ripped his clothes off. I uncuffed him to get his shirt and vest off, then cuffed him again. I straddled him and we made love in that chair. When I climaxed, I opened my eyes for some reason and saw that we weren't alone. There were people standing outside and watched us, but we didn't care and went on.
Then I woke up with an orgasm...Oh my...Do I wanna dream that again or not? Definitely yes, but he's driving me insane. I don't know how I feel about him...Never mind, I'm looking forward to tomorrow night :)
Red was flabbergasted the first time he had read this. That was what Lizzie dreamed after their first meeting? He also liked the one after she had seen the place where he had killed Anslo Garrick. The one with the chains hanging from the ceiling.
Dear dream diary,
I'm kneeling down but my arms are hanging above my head, they are in handcuffs that are chained to the ceiling. I'm blindfolded and there's tape over my mouth, at first I fear that it's a nightmare and that I don't like the feeling of being so helpless, but then I remember that I have dreamed something like that a few times before, just not so...vivid? I don't know. Then someone puts his hands on my hips from behind, I feel that it's Red by the way he holds me, always a little too strong and tight, but it doesn't bother me. In fact, I like it. (Oh, I hope he never finds out about this...) He strokes my hips and forces my legs wider, then I feel him sitting in front of me and he sucks and licks over my nipples. Only then I realize that I'm naked, why haven't I noticed that before? He gently bites in them and then his mouth moves down over my belly, suddenly he's sitting behind me again and then I'm kneeling over him and he's licking my clit quite roughly.
During my sleep, I realize that I like that feeling and when I woke up I continued this fantasy to let myself come with my hand while I was standing under the shower.
"Raymond? What are you reading there? You're sweating. What's going on?"
"Oh, um, Dembe. This is...nothing. I guess I'll have to continue this tonight, not here on the plane."
Red closed Liz's diary and put it into a bag. He would definitely finish reading it tonight, although the main part of the dream was always the same. He understood why she didn't want him to read it. She had been right, it was quite embarrassing, but since he was the one she dreamed about, he had the right to read it, too.
Later, Red lay in bed in another safe-house in Canada and read all night. It was like when he was a little boy who had been reading murder novels for adults under the blanket with a flashlight. There was an entry from the day after he had kicked her out of the house. He still felt kind of sorry about that...
Dear dream diary,
Why the hell do I still have these dreams? I'm so fucking mad at Red! He threw me out and scared me to death and still I'm dreaming this smut? It's like I only dream this when we had a fight...I'm even mad at myself for my subconscious. I have to do something about that...maybe fuck him already! God, I really don't know what's wrong with me. However, my dream starts when I sat on that chair and Red tied my wrists behind my back. (Oh, damn, I liked that feeling). He undid the buttons of the shirt and teased my skin with this knife. I'm still wondering if I was more afraid or more aroused at that moment...I can't decide. In my dream he slides down the jeans and socks I was wearing and then cuts the sides of my panties with the knife. Red thrusts two fingers into me although I'm not entirely ready. It hurts, but I like this kind of pain.
My alarm clock rings. Fuck.
Red closed the diary because this was the last entry before he had 'borrowed' it. Most times in Liz's dreams, he was the dominant one, but sometimes she dominated him. He wanted to try that, too. He would give her everything that was written down in this little black book...Oh, how he would tease her about this. For weeks; at the most inappropriate moments; no matter if they were at work or somewhere else. He turned off the light and fantasized about Lizzie while he was giving pleasure to himself before he fell asleep.
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Liz woke up, took a shower and went into the kitchen. She made breakfast and tried not to set the house on fire while making scrambled eggs on toasts. While she was drinking coffee, there was an evil plan forming in her head. Now that he had read her diary, he knew about her secret little fantasies. She would show him that he couldn't do with her whatever he wanted, even if this was what most of her dreams were about. She was curious what it would be like to be really dominated by Red, but at first she would show him that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was Red being tied to a bed and suffer for what he did to her last week. She would play with him for a long while before she gave him what he wanted.
Later that day, Liz had Chinese take out for lunch and grabbed a pen and paper to write down her dream from last night. In the evening, she put on the red lingerie and highheels with one of Red's shirts. She embellished the dream with a few spicy details and put the piece of paper in her pocket.
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When Red and Dembe came home, Liz lay on the sofa, reading the story she had written during lunch and checked if it was hot enough. The lingerie and the highheels would definitely turn Red on the second he saw her. Liz grinned as she heard the key in the lock.
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HAHA! Another cliffhanger! Thanks for reading, please leave a review and tell me what you think.
PS: The smut will come!