"What's the problem here, Sunshine?" Silas took his opportunity to catch Liz's attention between 'girl talk' with any number of women floating in and out of the young woman's social circle.
Liz blinked her surprise. "Silas! Did you just call me... Sunshine?" the woman's heart warmed.
"Yeah... sarcastically." Silas pulled a face. "You're about as subtle as one of Francis' pickup lines. Your little subterfuge isn't working, so I reiterate, 'what's the problem here?" The man lifted impatient brows.
Liz dropped her cheerful façade instantly. "Oh, Silas..." she sighed melodramatically, "I'm not really jealous or anything, I swear, but..." she pondered how to put it graciously, "well, Red is taking an awfully long time with all those well-wishers and back-slapping buddies and now look." She lifted an exasperated hand toward the man in question. "He's been talking to that woman for half an hour and what's more," the fact was plaintively explained, "he seems to really enjoy her company."
Silas dutifully glanced to Liz's meaning.
"I mean, sure she's around his age and all... but I know when Red is being pleasant and when he's honestly engaged." Liz was beginning to know her man's many moods, in which she took a certain amount of pride. "And he genuinely seems to like... that woman."
Liz pointed again.
"That's Maggie Drake." Silas shook a woeful head. "We've known her forever. And yeah, she's one of the cool ones. So what?"
"Well," Liz felt a little foolish suddenly, "so nothing. I... I just wondered."
"You wondered why Red isn't rushing back to your side," Silas finished the scenario, "to push your sweet ass into some dark, secluded room to have another taste of that pouty little pussy... yeah, I know."
"Silas!" Liz was genuinely incensed. "I am most certainly not thinking anything of the sort–"
"Yeah, right." The guy was surly all of a sudden, in Liz's opinion. "Listen, let's cut to the chase. You're an intelligent woman, or so you keep telling me... if you don't know how to get your man's attention by now, don't come crying to me."
"I didn't come crying to you, you big baboon!" Liz snapped. "You started it!"
"Bottom line," the guard snapped right back, "stop bringing the room down and get the problem solved."
"I wasn't bringing the room down." Liz hissed, whispering her pique. "No one noticed anything at all except you... and why you don't mind your own business is beyond me!"
Red had made quite a bit of headway toward Lizzy.
The woman was across the way, chatting with friends and it was true, Silas was keeping her occupied. She seemed amiable and animated speaking with her friends.
All Red really wanted to do was leave these people behind and lock himself and Lizzy behind closed doors.
He couldn't be rude on this occasion, however. The people meant well. And most were his acquaintances... business associates.
No need or cause to alienate or offend in this instance, but damn... how long could it take to cross a simple room?
Lizzy looked amazing in that frilly little frock she had chosen. Red's one thought was to get her out of it... and soon.
"Tell me it ain't so..."
Red turned at the immediately recognized gravel of the scratchy, feminine voice, his face lit with delight. "Maggie!" he lifted his arms, embracing the woman in an affectionate, genuine embrace. "My god, Mark will let anyone into these fetes these days!"
"He let you in, so I guess so!" The lady cackled her response. Too many cigarettes, too much whiskey sours had left their mark on the damaged voice box. "Where's that big prick security guard of yours? He owes me a long, leisurely fuck!"
"Maggie!" Red held her back at arms length, basking in the sight of his friend. "You near killed Silas last bout. He isn't ready for another round so soon. Give the man time to recover his dignity, if nothing else."
"Ack, he's a big pussy!" The woman waved her disdain aside. "You let me be and I'll make a man out of him yet!"
"I don't have any intention of interrupting Red's conversation." Liz primly adjusted her dress, for it was sitting askew. She smoothed the folds. "It's just been a long session, and I was hoping to rest a little before this afternoon's activities."
"If that's all, I can escort you to your room." Silas called her bluff. "Red can join you later."
"Well, yes... we could do that." Liz smiled politely.
"But we're not gonna, right?" Silas knew all too well.
"Sometimes I really dislike you, Silas." She cut the smart ass a glowering look. "It won't kill me to exercise a little patience. Red will be here when he gets here... I guess." she sighed her woe.
Silas' head fell back, grumbling a discontented growl. "Why can't women just be upfront with emotional shit!" he grated.
"Seriously?" Liz's scowl deepened for the self-righteous remark.
"Just tell me this," Silas demanded, ignoring the woman's incredulity over his previous statement. "What would a modern, capable, savvy woman do in this instance?"
"I don't know what you're talking–"
"Don't give me that shit. You're pissed," the man rolled his eyes when Liz's frown deepened, "... your pouting because Red's not here... when you want him to be."
"I am not." Liz... pouted.
"Tell me what you are going to do to remedy your problem." Silas persisted.
The question stumped Liz... momentarily. She searched the room for an answer.
"Who... who is that man over there?"
Silas followed the direction of her discrete gesture. "That guy over there... in the dark suit with the gray tie?"
"Yes," Liz nodded, "... who is he?"
"Red knows him," Silas said. "His name... escapes me, to be honest." he shrugged carelessly. "Why?"
Indecision racked her mind. She sought Red out...
The man leaned, placing a gentle kiss on the other woman's cheek, then genuinely chuckled at something that was said.
Red had the best laugh ever... a part of Liz was jealous he gave his affection and self over to this other woman.
"Well," Liz's lifted a dignified chin, "then I'll just go ask myself." She offered the guard a smug look, then casually walked away.
Silas looked after his charge, a little stunned in all honesty. "Well played, you suspicious little bitch," he muttered sotto voce, "... well played."
Red unconsciously searched about once more, locating Lizzy's guard. Silas offered an insipid smile. Red's brow furrowed and for a second, his concentration slipped.
Where was Elizabeth?
Silas sighed mentally, stepping casually, following Elizabeth's trek. He moved fluidly through the packed room of people, pulling up short a few steps from the woman's position.
Red relaxed...
"Earth to Reddington!"
Red chuckled. "Sorry, Maggie, I was..." he stopped, something dawning. "You haven't met my fiancée, have you."
"Never thought to see the day Red Reddington would allow himself to be hog-tied to some little filly."
"Well, this is a special... filly." Red trailed off, his expression altered as he recognized someone else... the someone else to whom Elizabeth had just introduced herself.
Maggie's expression fell into smug deference. "Looks like your special filly has singled another stallion to sniff out." She turned shrewd eyes Red's way. "Aaron Scoffield, huh? And looking as dapper and dangerous as ever. My, that man just makes a woman's inseams heat nicely... don't he?"
"... Does he?" Red retained his confident, verging on arrogant manner, but his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Looks like my filly needs a tighter hand on the reins." he teased. "Hey, Maggie? If you will excuse me, I'll go see to that matter."
"Let me know the outcome of the battle." The woman signaled a server for another whiskey sour. "You know where to find me." She headed for the blackjack tables.
Plastering a fake smile on his face, Red headed off, fielding congratulations and solicitations the entire way... his focus fixed and steady.
"I've never been to Paris." Liz made polite conversation. She wasn't bored, per se, but she constantly had to catch her natural inclination to search out Red's activities.
"Paris was made for a beautiful woman to wander through." Aaron Scoffield moved closer without seeming to. The smooth, urbane English accent lending a charm to his words, Liz had to admit. "Hopefully, on the arm of a suitable gentleman."
Liz smiled... politely catching the reference. "My interests lean more towards Italy."
"Ah... Rome!" Obviously, fond memories had been stirred. "The Eternal City! Aphrodite's beauty would pale beside your own." The man's hand reached ever so gently and inoffensively, a finger stroking down the curve of Elizabeth's cheek.
"Would you like to lose that hand?"
Elizabeth startled at the 'inoffensive' tone, jerking to alert status for the new arrival on scene.
"Reddington..." Scoffield held his smile, lowering his hand, stepping discreetly back. "Does this magnificent creature belong to you, then?"
"Hey!" Liz objected to the insinuation. "I'm my own person, buddy! I don't belong to–"
"... Yes." Red's arm encircled the woman's waist. He put himself between his opponent and... his belongings. "She does."
"Red!" Liz's mouth tightened... as did her tummy. She loved when Red said things like that, especially in that tone. It made the butterflies in her tummy go insane... but Red didn't have to know that, she staunchly decided.
"I only just arrived." Scoffield held up his hands. "Not even time to secure a drink... surely one is allowed a few moments to acclimate oneself to new surroundings and subsequent rules of fair play?"
Red tilted his head. "Acclimate all you want." he conceded. "In another direction."
Scoffield shifted amused eyes. "Regretfully," he offered Liz an apologetic shrug, "it appears I have another pressing engagement to which I must adjourn. You will forgive my impertinence, I trust?"
The man offered a slight bow of acquiescence. "Reddington... how very primal you have become." Scoffield's grin finally emerged. "It oddly suits you."
The man took his leave.
Red watched the retreat with disinterested eyes before...
Liz swallowed her nervousness. "That was uncalled for."
"Was it?" Red lifted questionable brows.
"We were just talking." Liz lifted a defiant chin. "Like you and your little friend..." she arched a brow. "Unless there's something I should know?"
"Well, now." He took her hand in his, ignoring the taunt. "It's time for us to have a little chat."
Liz at first balked, not certain she liked or accepted Red's manner.
Red halted his steps, his gaze a steady, unreadable one.
Liz caught Silas' eyes, for it was safer than looking into Red's penetrating stare.
Silas imperceptibly motioned, curtly signaling: Don't be an idiot... go!
Elizabeth slowly relented, stepping to Red's side. "All I'm saying is, nothing untoward was taking place."
Searching her blue eyes willfully, Red continued their trek, his thoughts his own.
Was he over-reacting? Had he misread the signals. Was the fact he hated the other man's touch to Elizabeth's cheek coloring how he should handle this matter?
He pushed aside images of other hands touching... exploring Lizzy's naked body. He pushed down his rising agitation... his anger... those images conjured.
This was no time for anger.
He must think clearly... rationally.
He guided the woman into a crowded elevator.
Her perfume drifted up from the warm, young cleft of her breasts.
Red recalled other scents her body could exude. His fingers tightened on the smaller, slender ones, so much so... Elizabeth grimaced, pulling at the captured appendages.
Instantly he eased the pressure, turning intense eyes her way.
The woman offered a tentative smile... an innocently charming one that touched his heart.
Red's eyes remained even after she averted the lovely profile.
Liz's heart beat wildly in her chest. Her nerves were on edge, but in a most decidedly pleasant way. She had never felt this stage of elation before.
She didn't try to analyze it... just reveled in the excitement. She was ever so conscious of Red's presence next to her.
His cologne magnified the essence of his virility.
The heat of connection between their hands traveled throughout the woman's body.
Red often said he could scent her arousal. Liz wondered if the other occupants of the elevator knew of her state? She was trying so hard to be inconspicuous. Was she succeeding?
What would Red do once behind their closed bedroom door?
She knew the man was holding himself in tight control. Was he angry? No... no, that was not what she was sensing at all.
Her cheeks flushed heatedly as she felt the man's eyes once again. She lifted her chin, nervously licking her lips.
The walk to their room seemed to take an inordinate amount of time. The tension between the two protagonists stretched like rubber bands around an ever-increasing balloon, both ready to snap at a moment's notice.
Easing past Red's body into the room was both awkward, yet elating. Something hung in the air between them.
A crackling electricity frizzled its contained energy just under the surface of the stifled emotions churning.
Liz carefully sat her purse on the sleek modern table just inside the foyer area.
The woman gasped her shock as Red spun her slight body about, pinning her back flat against the warm wood of the entrance door.
Leaning leisurely, the man's powerful arms boxed his prey on either side, his eyes focusing on the startled blue of Lizzy's vacant stare.
"It appears," his warm breath smelled of butterscotch, "we are in dire need of a discussion ourselves." he referred to Aaron Scoffield's earlier parting remark.
Liz's blood raced through her veins at the scolding quality of the man's voice. The deep rumble of the virile tone thrilled down to her core.
She strived for decorum. "A-About what?" she rallied stalwartly.
Red leaned... closer. "About exactly what was transpiring downstairs."
"I told you." Liz held the man's eyes steadily.
"Your actions were speaking volumes... never mind the words."
Liz shifted her gaze. "Some women would be upset by your Alpha male antics."
Red was alert to Elizabeth's heightened state, the dilated pupils... the rise and fall of those luscious mounds.
"You're not." Red chanced a rebuke, his tone a confidant one.
Liz drew in an even breath, nothing more.
"It is my understanding," It was Liz's turn to push buttons, "nothing is as yet set in stone." She lifted innocent eyes.
"That ring on your finger," Red's tone hardened, gesturing to the object, "suggests otherwise."
Since Elizabeth had purposely went out of her way to antagonize the man, she considered her next options carefully.
There was nothing more potent than a jealous Red Reddington after all... or more dangerous.
How titillating a scenario this was turning out to be...
"An engagement gives a couple time to ensure how true their commitment is... doesn't it?" Liz searched for the correct phrasing. "Most people–"
"We are not," Red emphasized stoutly, "... most people."
"I didn't wish to assume..."
"Let me clear up any misconceptions right now, then." Red felt the need, fitting his hands about Lizzy's upper arms.
Pulling her hard against his straining torso, his mouth slowly lowered, capturing and forcing the woman's rosebud lips open with deft movements.
Slipping his tongue past Lizzy's unresisting lips, Red stroked and teased the woman's humid hollow, stealing each panted breath she took. Grasping Lizzy's hips, he pulled her closer, pushing his hardening shaft against the flat surface of her stomach.
Flattening her palms against Red's chest, Liz slowly inched them upwards, grasping Red's lapels. Wantonly rubbing herself against his growing hardness, she exhaled shakily when the man abruptly broke the lustful lock.
Red's hand grasped the plumpness of a convenient breast, squeezing the fullness lovingly, his thumb massaging the pert nipple through the linen of her dress.
Sighing happily, Liz moved into his touch, her arms lifting about the man's neckline.
Increasing the fervor of the kiss, Red tightened his embrace about the slender waist. Moving a heated trek down Lizzy's body, his palm curved over her hips. His fingers eased the hem of her dress up the velvet of toned thighs.
Leaning to his administrations, Liz moaned softly, her skin on fire wherever the tips of his fingers trailed. Those adept digits cupped the ridge of the woman's buttocks beneath her dress, moving the lace of her panties aside.
Effortlessly inching his way about the succulent flesh, his index finger traced a determined path until it slid easily into the saturated depths of Lizzy's aching cavern.
The woman gasped inarticulately, clinging weakly to Red's shoulders.
"Spread..." The roughened command melted Liz's reserves and objections.
She found herself obeying instinctively; a soft, breathless whimper escaping her lips.
Shifting his weight, Red lifted her leg, widening the arc into which his thigh wedged.
He worked a slow, agonizing thrust into her body, his thumb teasing her clit with lascivious passes from time to time.
Liz felt her wetness increase with ease agonizing pass of his fingers.
"This is mine." Red didn't bother to mince words. "Do you understand me." his tone brooked no argument or debate. "Are we clear on this issue as yet?"
Liz gasped for much needed breath, waiting eagerly for more of Red's attention.
"Can we..." she exhaled shakily, "we go to the bedroom?" she could barely articulate the words, so caught up in the web Red was so meticulously weaving.
The man nuzzled the silky, fragrant tresses, his thumb easing about her clit, refusing any real contact, however.
Liz considered herself a strong, capable woman. It hadn't always been so.
Should she be embarrassed, or even resent just how willing she felt at this moment to... submit to the man's demands?
Her senses told her, as did the gentleness in Red's touch... this wasn't about the right or wrong of the issue; the control or power over another... the submission or dominance.
This was a matter of trust... complete and total willingness to allow another's guidance to a place where 'letting go' was as natural as breathing. Knowing without doubt, there was safety and protection within the confines of that perimeter.
Liz found herself more than willing to take that journey, with a man such as Red Reddington.
"Say the words, Elizabeth." The deep baritone rippled along her skin, causing goose-flesh. "Obey me."
She wanted desperately to please the man, but she knew, in pleasing him... he would return the effort tenfold.
The power Red exuded washed over her like a flash-fire. That Red had the confidence and ability to be dominant was evident. It seeped from the man's very pores.
"I will give you everything you want." The masculine promise enthralled.
Red scented the woman, growling. "I want to hear you say it," his husky voice demanded, "...to ensure there are no misunderstandings in the future."
"I know exactly what you need." His fingers eased into her body, opening her further.
Spreading her legs further still, Liz moaned, moving in counter-rhythm with the slow thrusts.
He pressed experimentally against her clit, then... his touch drifted aside. Liz groaned her desolation.
"My role in your life," the man's mouth teased her full lips lovingly with slow, methodical caresses, "is to give you pleasure. I want desperately to do that. Will you allow it?"
"...Yes," Liz lifted eagerly to her toes, longing to feel his mouth against hers.
"Then say it." Red stroked the length of his cloth-covered penis up and against her clit. Even through the slick fabric of his slacks, Liz could feel the pronounced ridges of his shaft. Trembling shakily, she groaned her anguish when the sensation receded.
The very tip of Red's tongue flicked along the upper ridge of the woman's lips, enticing Elizabeth to open her mouth.
Squirming about restlessly, Liz's body cried out for what only this man could give. "Yes!" she rasped hoarsely. "I belong to you..." she panted against his lips, "only you... always."
Pressing her breasts against the hardness of his chest, her eyes fluttered closed. Lifting her head, she presented the delicate curve of her neckline.
She was not aware, symbolically, to a male, the gesture was one of total surrender.
Red's breath caught in his throat, gladly accepting the offer. The man slowly partook, caressing the long, delicate expanse with his mouth.
Leisurely nipping the soft flesh, Red savored the feminine aroma and taste.
In that moment, he finally understood... his instincts had been spot on. Tendrils of Lizzy's desire surrounded him. His own mounting needs must be put aside for a time.
He could do that. The playtime would be worth the sacrifice made.
"I am a possessive man." He knew as much. "I can be...other things. I sense you need these things... now."
Was he wise to test his mettle at such an intimate moment when all he really wanted to do was... rip the lace barring his path to Lizzy's little cunt, and sink his entire length into the hot, sultry center awaiting his exploration?
Well, these moments separated men from the boys.
Grasping Lizzy's long locks in a tight fist, he gently tugged the dark strands, baring more of the lovely neckline.
"Only a few select men are allowed the privilege of any sort of closeness with you." He began an agonizing circle directly over her clit. "I handpicked these men. Aaron Scoffield is not numbered among them."
His tone hardened, untying the sash at the front of Elizabeth's dress. Pushing aside the material, the man unsnapped the front of the lace-covered bra, easing the cups off the ripe melons he so coveted.
"You will not," Red played his role with flourish, "approach him again." He lifted a stern stare. "Is that perfectly clear?" He gradually increased the tempo of the arousing massage.
Liz's breath released in short, sporadic gasps, her center aching poignantly. "...Yes..."
"I will allow you much," He nuzzled her forehead lovingly, "but don't push me too far, baby." he warned, his tone mellow. "Don't forget, I have no qualms killing people... especially where you're concerned."
"Are... you angry with me?" The thought suddenly devastated.
Glancing down, Red eased his hardness against Elizabeth's sensitive sex. "How can I be when you..."
Liz moaned piteously, hastily lifting to the exquisite torture.
"...Respond so well to my efforts." The man's tone caressed her.
The woman shifted closer, lifting large, beguiling eyes.
"I am at fault at any rate." He kissed the soft pout of her mouth indulgently. "There is a fire inside you, Elizabeth. I misjudged the depth of your incandescent urges." He withdrew his fingers entirely in one smooth, continuous flow.
Liz gasped brokenly.
"That won't happen again." She was assured.
Liz bit her bottom lip anxiously, awaiting the man's next move.
"Do you know what I think?" Red asked politely. "I think... if I knelt before you and pressed my tongue over that throbbing clit..."
"No, Red..." She breathed the warning, "don't do that, I-I'll come!"
"When I say you may," He conceded, "but not until then, my precious."
Liz shook the long tresses curtly. "I-I can't stop it. I can't." she was positive.
Red lifted a stare. "...I thought we had come to an understanding." He seemed slightly puzzled. "This little pussy is marked... it's mine, remember?"
"You...you purposely brought me to this point." Liz reminded. "You know you did."
"Yes, I did," Red seemed proud of the fact, "to remind you, no one seeds what belongs to me... except me."
Liz shrugged hastily out of her dress and loosened bra, allowing the garments to drop to the floor.
Red's throat went dry. He momentarily forgot his place in time and space. His fists clenched at his sides.
"I do know it, Red." Liz's fingers latched onto his lapels. "I've learned my lesson... I swear." she lifted her breasts for Red's perusal, hoping to entice him to not only look... but touch.
"Well, we shall see." he mused quietly, idly tracing the underside of her breast. "It's a lesson I intend to repeat daily until I'm completely assured you will adhere to its dictates."
Liz thrilled to the confident tone and manner.
"You've been a bad little girl." Red seemed impressed by the fact. "Bad little girls should be punished... don't you think?"
"You are punishing me?" she moved her naked body against his clothing, feeling her excitement growing to an alarming degree. "You said, if I needed something... I should ask you."
Smoothing a searing path down the line of her abdomen, Red traced his finger over the delicate lace trimming of her panties. Cupping her bottom, he grunted low in his throat when he felt the bare expanse of flesh under the scalloped edge riding high on her buttocks.
What a shame...
"...You damn well know I'll give you anything," he leaned, flicking his tongue against the woman's straining nipple, "all you need to do," he murmured, methodically circling the little bows on her hips "... is ask."
A strangled gasp tore from her throat when the man pulled at the gauzy fabric, tearing it easily from her body.
Stepping close, Red's clothes brushed against Liz's naked flesh, heightening her excitement to an alarming degree.
Red waited patiently. "What is it you need, baby?"
"Something only you can give me." she replied in a sultry whisper.
"Tell me." he leaned, his breath gentle wisps against the shell of her ear.
Liz closed her eyes to the sensation, a slight chill traversing her body. Her hand traveled lovingly over his slacks, boldly massaging the contoured surface of his bulge.
Elizabeth had never felt so free... alive.
Red cupped the woman's mound, his fingers playing in the downy thatch before tracing her seam in a casual manner.
Liz's breath shallowed, leaning to his administrations.
"Do you want my cock?" the man lifted knowledgeable brows.
Liz's fingers eased the zipper over the bulging length of his pronounced erection.
Red halted the woman's pursuit. "Do you..." he repeated succinctly, "...want my cock."
"...Yes." She answered hastily, trying desperately to slow her heightened breathing. She would never tire of the new and inventive ways Red aroused and stimulated her.
"Yes... what?" Red sensed her state, wishing to heighten those chaotic emotions to their breaking point. It would make the woman's release so much more potent, after all.
"Yes... please?" Knowing damn well her aroused state colored her judgement, Liz struggled for the correct response, very much wishing for the game to continue.
"Yes..." Red leaned, moving ever closer to her lips, but not yet touching the tender surface, "... Sir."
Silver streaks of pulsing surges traveled from the woman's nipples to her rapidly warming center in response to the man's husky, coarse correction.
Liz knew she had a decision to make. How far would Red take this game? How far did she want to go?
Her heart beat thunderously in her chest.
Should she just tell the man to fuck off as her inner instinct initially demanded?
Awaiting the woman's decision, Red scented the long expanse of Lizzy's neckline, kissing the delicate surface with enticing and loving caresses.
She closed her eyes to the rapturous sensation washing over her flesh... to the excitement Red provoked.
"...Yes," she swallowed hard, "...S-Sir." the word was choked from her lips, feeling slightly unnatural... awkward. Red startled her for in the next instant, he lifted her bodily, his hands spreading her thighs about his waist.
She felt the warm wood of the door facing on her back when the man pressed his weight forward.
"Good..." Red crooned the praise, fumbling with his zipper, in seconds extracting his penis. Holding her weight effortlessly, he rubbed the warm, textured rod between her slick crease.
"That was nice, yes." he pressed forward, the ridge of his hardness stroking the entire length along the heated valley. Running his hand along the velvet of her thigh, he situated the woman to his desired height.
"Apologize to me for making my cock ache so... poignantly." he said, continuing the concentrated strokes along her swollen clitoris.
Liz blinked. Apologize? Hadn't she practically begged him to...
Placing the tip of his cock to her opening, Red pressed just enough to entice... and punish.
She wasn't certain what Red wanted at this stage, what he wanted her to say... what she wanted to say. Searching her memory for instances Red revealed to her more of late, she worked on instinct.
"I'm sorry... Sir, for," she swallowed thickly, "...for making you wait to fuck me." she blurted the first words to come to mind. "I-I won't do it again... unless," she fought for air, hastily including the addendum, "...you want me to."
Liz waited anxiously, holding herself in rigid control for all she wanted was to sink down on that damnable plump head and find her release on the man's body.
The dominant undertone the man adopted enthralled the woman. There was no denying the truth.
Shoving forward, Red embedded his penis further into Lizzy's aching sheath. Grunting savagely, he eased inch by inch deeper into the slick humidity.
"What a good little girl you are." He breathed raggedly, his words stilted. "You deserve all I'm going to give you... plus so much more."
The woman stifled a piteous moan of acquiescence, holding tight to his power.
"You've pleased me so fucking immensely," his rapid thrusts bounced Lizzy's body against his with each meaningful stab, "I going to fuck my little cunt raw..." he stressed his ownership, "and fill that tight hole with my cum."
The man's words... his need for her ignited a wave of fire which encompassed her body.
"...Yes..." A keening cry of unbridled lust tore from her throat, her body literally vibrating to the music of Red's passionate love-making.
Stroking the slick crevice with heavy and determined strokes, Red reaffirmed his hold on the woman's buttocks in his large palms. Pummeling the tight hole feverishly, he sought his own release.
At one point, the man sensed Lizzy's apex nearing. Loathe to halt the exquisite rhythm established, Red knew the game must be played out to garner the best results.
He slowed, garnering Lizzy's attention. Never had he seen such a stunning sight. The woman's plump, ripe lips parted sensually... ready for his kisses. The disheveled beauty of her mussed hair, the damp sheen of her exertions glittered her delectable body... demanding he fuck her.
"Do not come, Elizabeth." he managed to allow a slight chill to his tone. "I have yet to give permission."
He waited, reading the conflicting emotions on the amazingly expressive face.
It was touch and go for a beat, for a part of the man prayed Lizzy would slap the hell out of him; end the game... finally allowing him to find his own pleasure in her beautiful body.
Truth told, having been on the receiving end of varying forms of play in his life, he wasn't sure that physical action wouldn't have an interesting... and intense reaction on his part.
Fuck the game!
"...Y-Yes," Liz managed between gasps for breath, her tone meekly submissive to Red's amazement, "... whatever you say."
Red lifted a cool brow.
"...Sir." she amended hastily.
Shoving his cock hard and fast inside Lizzy's quivering core, the molten sheath nearly brought the man to his knees. Clamping his fingers tight around the full orbs of her ass, he held her where he needed her to be.
Hoarse groans and gasps escaped the man's parched throat.
Their bodies thumped the door facing loudly. Red could give a fuck who knew what was transpiring against that door.
His attention was focused; sharp and intense on his lover...
Lizzy had needed his attention... he was only too pleased to accommodate those needs.
"You may come..." he sank deep within her pussy, his tone a mere whisper of its former vitality.
Liz's head fell back, her body uncoiling from its exquisite tense repose into a luxurious climax so strong, Liz thought she might die from the depth of emotions and sensations raging inside her mind and body.
Panted breaths and subdued cries of passion escaped both individuals.
Red's senses tilted on their axis, feeling Lizzy's explosive climax. Tucking his face into the fragrant dip of Elizabeth's shoulder, Red's vision blurred as the smell and taste of the woman inundated his very being.
Suckling the petal soft skin, he savored the delicate sweetness of her natural taste on his sensitized tongue. The tantalizing touch increased the warm aroma of her arousal tickling his nostrils, drowning him in the thick, rich honey
The silk of her flesh against the rough pads of his fingers and plush bush of her sex pushing eagerly against his own stole away any sense of self.
They weren't merely two people, but one entity coming together to luxuriate in their lovemaking.
The feel of Elizabeth in his arms felt beyond anything he experienced in his life.
Feeling the quivering flutterings of Lizzy's climax, now she was riding out the violence of his own.
She appeared complacent, still basking in the aftermath of what he had readily offered.
Occasionally she would whimper of moan softly which only excited the man to new heights of ardor...
Hurriedly pushing off the door, Red clasped his arms tight about the woman as he turned about.
Shoving his cock hard and deep inside Lizzy's core, Red took the final steps needed, laying Lizzy back against the dining room table.
Aided by the tablecloth beneath Lizzy, Red hooked the woman's knees, dragging her closer as he thrust forward.
Clawing at the thick pelt of Red's chest hair, Liz curved her fingers into the man's flexing pectoral as his body moved in a hard, steady rhythm over her prone one. His stomach bunched and tightened with each thrust of his hips, shoving his meaty shaft deep within the recesses of her willing body.
The responding sharp, delirious cries and muffled curses of their enjoyment almost drowned out the wet, raw sounds of their bodies impacting against one another. Though not enough, Liz couldn't hear the wet glide of Red's penis slipping effortlessly into her heat.
She loved how vocal Red was when they fucked, but when he watched, too... all thoughts of propriety went flying out the window. His guttural groans and unrestrained curses were a natural aphrodisiac she needed... she craved.
His fingers clenched tight into her hips, rocking her back and forth along the fat length of his cock. The man's head fell back, a stammering moan rumbling past his sensually parted mouth.
Lowering his eyes to where they were joined, Red's balls swelled when sight of his glistening erection emerged from the swollen and creamy pussy.
"I'd give anything to tongue your pussy right now." Red snarled, thumbing the peak of her sex. "To feel this tiny clit quiver and taste your sweet come... to give it all the attention it wants." His eyes closed rapturously, picturing his head between the woman's thighs.
Pushing forward, Lizzy quivered uncontrollably, reaching to touch herself. Stroking her fingers along the fluffy down, she teased the sensitive flesh before circling the distended bundle of nerves.
Lifting his eyes upward from the stimulating sight, Red's eyes drifted to the glorious sway of Lizzy's breasts bouncing freely as he thrust into her.
The plump orbs jostled about, rolling in a hypnotizing wave. Smoothing a hand up the woman's torso between her breasts, Red palmed the giving flesh, thumbing the tight nub. Pinching it between his fingers, he plucked the coral tip, drawing increased cries from his lover.
"Fuck..." Liz mewled, her desperation heightening yet again, to her amazement.
Pushing her fingers aside, Red rubbed her clit with avid determination... waiting for his little minx to beg.
He didn't have to wait long.
Hooking her heels against Red's ass, Liz jerked forward, driving the man's shaft deep into her core. Hastily grabbing the table's edge, Liz kept her ass stationary to take all the man had to give.
"Please..." Liz pleaded, "god... Sir, please..."
"Please, what, baby?" Red asked, increasing the pressure on her clit.
"May I..." Liz choked on the words, "... come! Sir, please!"
"Such an insatiable little pussy..." he crooned approvingly.
Grasping Lizzy's hand, Red placed it atop her clit, allowing her to continue where he left off.
Clamping his hands about Lizzy's waist, Red shoved her legs open wide. Leaning, he rubbed the width of his tongue against the woman's nipple, circling the crinkled areola.
"Come, baby..." Red wholeheartedly approved. "Come for me..." he said, drawing the straining nipple in his mouth, suckling hungrily.
Lifting against the heated tug of Red's mouth at her breast, Liz pushed hard against her sex... losing herself to climax.
The strangled cry caught, releasing in a raw, piercing burst from her parched throat. Groaning in response, Red's dick throbbed helplessly when Elizabeth's tightly coiled body shuddered violently under his.
Cradling the woman's waist, Red held the woman in place... increasing the speed of his hips, pummeling the fluttering hole hard.
"Every time a man touches you... hell, looks at you," Red panted, "I want to beat the fuck out of him."
Liz's tummy flipped crazily, a jolt shooting through her clit... enjoying the emotion Red displayed.
Red snarled the warning. "I don't like men touching what is fucking mine!"
Grasping the man's shoulders, Liz clung to the strength she felt, tilting her hips for him to plunge deep.
"...Fuck!" Red hissed, grasping Lizzy's ass, pulling her up against his downward thrust.
Red groaned as Lizzy's breasts brushed against his chest. The heavy orbs bounced with their frantic movement, scraping the little peaks of her nipples against his.
"You want attention," he directed, his voice strained, "you fucking come to me!"
Reveling in Red's power, Liz reestablished the movement on her clit, hurriedly rubbing herself in time with the man's intense thrusts.
"Do you understand me?" he demanded she reply.
"... Yes..." Liz mewled, her thighs trembling, "... yes, Sir."
Damn... he fucking liked that! Was he that shallow... fuck yeah, he was!
Thrusting into Lizzy's heat, Red stilled as his cock head ruptured, sending a thick jet of ejaculate down the narrow channel.
"... Fuck!" Red groaned rapturously. "Baby... oh, god." he whispered shakily, reveling in his release.
Slowly swiveling his hips, his shaft moved about the tight grasp, teasing his cock head.
His breath caught when he felt the incredible pull of Lizzy's core tighten and hold just seconds before the rippling wave of her climax enveloped his shaft in orgasmic bliss.
Closing his eyes, he lost himself to the cascade of cum pouring freely into the luxurious heat of Lizzy's pussy in response.
"I'm the only one allowed to fuck your pussy..." he stated quietly, kissing the corner of Lizzy's mouth. "Don't forget it..."
He smiled when the woman nodded weakly in reply. Red drew in a shaky, but cleansing breath. Gingerly placing his mouth to Elizabeth's, he caressed the woman's swollen lips, delicately brushing the soft surface with slow, languid kisses.
Slitting tranquil eyes, Liz smiled gently, lovingly caressing Red's cheek.
"Next time," his deepened voice teased, nuzzling into her touch, "you play the naïve virgin... and I'll be the randy sailor."
Nodding serenely, Liz exhaled a blissful sigh. "Aye, aye, Sir."
Minutes later, Lizzy lazily staggered off to clean up.
Red stood, having put his weapon into its proper sheath... all was right with the world. The man slowly poured a brandy, a thought occurring. He retreated to the bath.
"Elizabeth," he leaned back into the basin, glass in hand.
The woman halted her attempts to right herself, giving her attention over.
"Would you have fucked me so sweetly," he asked drily, "had I lost all that money at the tables today?"
Liz blinked, biting her thumbnail, a thoughtful expression on the beautiful face.
Those blue eyes met his with beguiling innocence. "Gee, Red..." she seemed genuinely perplexed by the question, although to Red, it had been a rhetorical one, "... I guess we'll never know." She waved it aside. "Oh, does it really matter anyway? We don't have to worry about it... right."
She offered a small shrug and pretty smile before flouncing off into the closet.
The man was hard pressed to hold his amusement. He 'saluted' his opponent with his glass. So much for power over the female persuasion...
His smile came finally.
He sipped his drink casually, arms folded.
He felt damned good; a little worse for wear after Lizzy's cryptic remark, but... what the hell.