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This certainly wasn’t the first time Raymond Reddington had been tied down naked to a bed.
He stared up at the shadowed ceiling and chewed on the inside of his cheek idly. At least this bed was comfortable. He shifted slightly - the sheets slid against his bare back, cool and smooth against his skin. The mattress underneath was plush, giving just a bit under the press of his heels.
He craned his neck up, looking at the silk ropes that tied his wrists above his head, spread out to either side of the headboard. He tested their hold, pulling briefly on his wrists. They didn’t give - they were expertly tied, the knots loose enough to avoid restricting blood flow, but sturdy enough that he couldn’t slip free of them too easily. The corner of his mouth quirked up in spite of his predicament. It was impressive rope work. His feet were not bound, though the extra coil of rope sitting menacingly on the nearby dresser told him that could change quite easily.
The room was quiet, the nighttime shadows darkened by the late hour. A lamp in the corner of the room provided a low ambient glow, not bright enough to be intrusive, but enough that he could still make out the layout of the room. The door was closed, but he could see a bright light spilling in from underneath. He watched a shadow appear in the glow, and braced himself as the door slowly swung inward. A figure stood in the entrance for a moment, silhouetted against the light, and Red strained to see them as his eyes adjusted.
There she was.
He couldn’t help his slight intake of breath as he took her in. She wore a simple black dress that clung tightly to her curves, coming to a stop mid-thigh. The neckline plunged down in a V, exposing the lines of her collarbones and a tantalizing glimpse of the curve of her breasts. Her hair was pinned atop her head in a messy bun, a few decadent curls left down to frame her face. Her lips were painted a crimson red, and her piercing gaze was accentuated with just a hint of a smokey eye. Red’s mouth went dry and he could already feel arousal tickling at his senses. She was an absolute vision.
After a brief pause in the doorway, she stepped forward, shutting the door firmly behind her and taking a few casual steps into the room. Her black stilettos clicked across the polished hardwood floor, a loud contrast to the silence of the night. She approached the side of the bed, leisurely and unbothered in her pace, taking her time to observe her quarry the way a predator might eye its next meal. Her lower lip caught briefly between her teeth in a sultry smile.
“Hello, Red,” she murmured, her voice dark and smooth. “This is a good look for you.”
“Why thank you, Lizzie,” he replied, preening under her appreciating gaze.
She arched a pretty brow at that, her eyes flashing. He watched as she reached out a hand, brushing her fingers lightly across his wrist, tracing the rope that bound him. “Are we starting off the night misbehaving already? That is not how you address me, Reddington.”
During nights like these, she is not Lizzie, or Elizabeth, or even Sweetheart.
He smirked. “Of course, my apologies. What I meant to say was, thank you, Agent Keen.”
“That’s better.” Liz let her fingers ghost from his wrist down the length of his arm, coming to a stop on his chest. She splayed her fingers out, palm flat, tickling the golden hairs spattered there. She made sure to catch his gaze, her voice quieting to a more subdued tone. “Before we start: what are your colors?”
“Green, yellow and red.”
“And what is your safe word?”
“Ressler.”
She smiled, raking her fingers through his chest hair. “Good boy.”
She leaned down and captured him in a smoldering kiss. He met her immediately, humming happily against her lips. Her free hand brushed across his scalp, her fingers digging in after a moment and forcing his head back to deepen the kiss. He groaned, and she pressed forward to sweep her tongue into his open mouth. Red curled his tongue against hers, moaning at the taste of her as she invaded him, a battle for dominance that he gladly gave way to. She licked across the roof of his mouth, traced across the back of his teeth teasingly, and already he was lost. After a moment she pulled back, tugging Red’s bottom lip between her teeth as they parted. Heat sparked in his chest. Liz’s eyes glittered in the low light as she surveyed him, his lips kiss swollen and his warm breath puffing against her cheek.
Satisfied with what she saw in his face, she straightened herself, and focused her eyes down the length of his body. She toyed with his chest hair for a moment before she drew her hand across his chest and scraped her nails across his nipple. She moved across to his other nipple, scraping across that one as well before tweaking it firmly between her fingers. He arched, hissing at the sensation. Liz continued on, sliding her hand further down, over the slight curve of his belly and teasing down past his hip to rest on the top of his thigh. She gripped the strong muscle there, kneading and massaging it, warming the skin beneath her palm, before she suddenly drew her hand back and brought it down in a hard slap. He cried out in surprise, not expecting the blow. She moved to his other thigh, warming it briefly with her hand before delivering a slap to that one as well. It stung at first, radiating pain across his nerve endings before it slowly settled into a pleasant burn. Liz rained blows down on him, one right after the other, alternating sides every few strikes. The pleasure pain started to coil in his center, sending tendrils of heat straight to his cock as it filled out against his thigh. The sound of flesh hitting flesh resonated through the room, narrowing his focus to the delicious pain curling through his skin.
“Are you enjoying this, Reddington?” She cooed, delivering a particularly brutal slap to his inner thigh. “Hmm? Do you like it when I hit you?”
He groaned in response, and she struck him again in the same spot.
“I asked you a question.”
His back arched and he growled. “Fuck, Lizzie.”
She tutted at him and wrapped a firm hand around the base of his cock, squeezing harshly. He choked at the sudden feeling, and the sound brought a smirk to her lips.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she asked, a dark tone to her voice. “If you keep breaking the rules and behaving like a little brat, then I will punish you like one.”
Her grip loosened a bit, and she drew her hand up his length, fingers rolling over the head of him at a torturously slow pace before stroking back down. He panted, his hips twitching up into her touch, searching for more delicious friction. She drug her nails up the underside of his cock and his hips rolled, a cry wrenching from his throat.
“I’m going to tear down that control of yours, Reddington,” she whispered, “You will be begging before the night is through.”
Her words sent a frisson of heat up his spine and he pulsed in her hand.
Liz was right, of course. He was a glutton for suffering. He loved to goad her, poke and prod to see her reaction, testing what he could get away with. And the results were often spectacular.
“In fact,” she continued, “I think I’ll have you begging right now.”
She took a step back from the bed, making sure his eyes were on her before grabbing the hem of her dress and drawing it over her head. His mouth went dry as he took her in. She wore a black lacy bra, the rosy buds of her nipples just barely peeking through the fabric, breasts almost spilling from the cups. His eyes traced a path down her smooth, flat stomach and the outward swell of her curves. Her panties matched her bra, a sheer lacy black fabric that clung to her hips. Liz slipped her hands under the elastic of her panties, drawing them slowly down her legs before stepping out of them. Red’s fingers flexed against his bindings, desperate to touch.
Liz eased up onto the bed, her knees planted on either side of Red’s hips. He watched, his mouth dropping open as she canted her hips forward and the heat of her core brushed against his aching length. She cupped him against her and started to roll her hips, grinding herself against him, her wetness coating him as she took her pleasure. Red couldn’t help the rise and fall of his hips, providing a delicious counter measure to the roll of her body. She moaned and he answered with a deep rumble from his chest. The feeling of her against him was amazing, but he needed more, wanted to sink his cock into her heat and claim her. He whined, bucking up against her. She slowed her movements, her eyes smoldering into his.
“What’s the matter, Red? Would you like a taste?”
He nodded emphatically, “Yes.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she drawled. She crawled up over his body and kneeled on either side of his head. “I think you can do better than that.”
He resisted at first, and tried to reach her himself. She held herself upright, her core so tantalizingly close but just out of reach. He craned his neck upward but fell short, his arms spread out too far to allow him much movement. He could see her pink and wet for him and smell her delectable scent, but he couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste.
Surrendering, he let his head drop back on to the pillow.
“Please.”
She traced her fingers through her swollen folds and he watched, enraptured. Another whine erupted unbidden from his throat.
“Convince me you deserve it. Beg.”
“Please, let me taste you,” he pleaded, voice deep and whiskeyed from his desire. “I need my tongue on you. I need to feel you dripping down my chin. Ride my face and take your pleasure from me. Let me make you cum. God, please, Agent Keen, sit on my face.”
She purred, his gravel voice sending shivers down her spine and a fresh wave of slick down her inner thighs.
“How can I say no when you ask so prettily?”
Wasting no more time, she lowered herself down to his mouth, one hand gripping the headboard for balance.
“Eat me.”
Red obeyed immediately, his tongue laving a long stripe up her folds and moaning at her taste. He set to work, rolling wide teasing circles around her hood, not quite touching her clit. She let out a thready moan, rocking her hips slowly against him. He dipped his tongue inside her, desperate to taste as much as she would give him, feeling the clench of her muscles around him as he thrust it inside her.
“Oh yes, Red…” She cried out, her hips grinding harder against him.
He moved to nestle the tip of his tongue against the underside of her clit and licked softly. He could feel his Lizzie winding up above him, getting frustrated with his teasing touch. She sank lower, smothering him beneath her cunt. Her free hand that wasn’t clutching the headboard went to the top of his head and pressed him to her.
She started to ride his face in earnest, and it was all he could do to wrap his lips around her clit and suck. She bucked above him, smearing her wetness down his chin.
“Fuck, yes,” she panted, “just like that.”
He tucked in, desperate for her to cum on his tongue. Liz’s thighs started to tremble against him, and he doubled down on his efforts, humming against her and pulsing his tongue. That did her in, and she arched above him, thighs clamping around his head as she screamed out her release. He drank her down eagerly, kissing her folds and bringing her through her orgasm. He wasn’t sure how long he spent buried between her legs, and truly he didn’t care. He would happily die there.
Liz caught her breath for a minute, bringing herself up and off of him when she trusted her legs enough to hold her. She maneuvered herself back down his body, draping herself over his chest. She bent her head down, licking a stripe up his chin to gather the wetness she left there before dipping her tongue into his mouth in a deep kiss. She wrapped a loose fist around his cock and he moaned into her mouth. He was painfully hard, pulsing in her hand and leaking down her fingers.
“Tell me your color,” she said.
“Green.”
“Good.” She lifted up, straddling over his length. “I’m going to ride you now, Reddington. You are not allowed to cum until I say you can. Understand?”
He nodded, dizzy with want. “Yes, please.”
At this point he was willing to burn down the world just to feel her wrapped around him. She smirked, and slid the tip of him over her soaked folds back and forth, teasing it in circles over her clit before suddenly taking him inside her. He cried out as the head of him was engulfed in her tight, wet heat. She took him in slowly, inch by aching inch, until he was fully seated to the hilt. It took every inch of his willpower to stay still, to let her adjust to his size. It was a tight fit, and he would rather die than hurt her.
Finally, finally, she let out a sigh and started to move. She set a slow pace at first, moving up and down in a graceful arch above him, voicing her pleasure in sighs and tiny moans. It wasn’t long before she picked up the pace, bouncing in his lap. He moaned, a guttural, animalistic noise, and his hips rolled up to meet each of her thrusts. Liz leaned back, changing the angle and depth, and he slipped even deeper inside her. She rested her hands on his thighs, deliberately digging her nails into the abused flesh. He snarled, hips snapping up into her once, twice, three times, and she cried out, her walls slamming down around him as she climaxed. Red felt his body responding to the tight clutch of her and clenched his jaw, breathing deep to stave off his own orgasm.
She rode out her aftershocks slowly and then stilled, giving him an appreciative smile. The way his Lizzie looked after an orgasm - the slight glow of exertion on her skin, the gorgeous blush that painted her cheeks and chest, the way her blue eyes burned with lust - it had him spiraling. Red could barely contain himself, couldn’t help the gentle rocking of his hips into her delicious heat.
“What a good boy,” she murmured, “holding yourself back for me like that.”
Her fingers trailed a teasing path down his abdomen, and she brushed lovingly over the welts she had left there earlier. She grinded down into him with a wicked smile and a gutted noise tore from somewhere deep in his chest. Liz took pity on him, raising herself up slightly and bracing her hands on his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. Fuck me hard, Red.”
He was eager to comply, his feet moving to plant flat against the bed to give him leverage as he thrust up into her. He had no patience for gentleness or teasing at this point, driving deep and hard into her and rocking her with the force of his thrusts. She panted, moving with him, her hand reaching between them to rub tight circles over her clit.
Her breath punched out in moans each time he entered her, half formed sentences and pleas spilling from her lips.
“Yes, like that - don’t stop - so good-“
Red echoed her cries with his own, a nonsense stream of consciousness falling from his lips as he drove their bodies closer and closer to the edge. He was relentless, driving up into her again and again. As desperate as he was for his own release, he was equally as desperate to feel her come apart around him again. Liz gave a particularly hard twist of her hips and suddenly Red was right there, balancing on the edge.
“I’m close - I can’t - please,” he cried.
“Yes, cum with me Red - God, yes, I’m so close, I -” And suddenly she stilled, mouth open in a silent scream as she shattered around him. He followed her, hips stuttering before driving deep, spilling into her with a hoarse shout. Their shared release seemed endless, drawing out until finally they both collapsed into each other, breathless and shaking.
Red floated in the afterglow, his senses slowly coming back to him after what felt like days. Hazily, he registered that Liz somehow found the wherewithal to untie his hands, pulling them to her and rubbing over the rope marks soothingly. He blinked open his eyes and found her looking at him, concern written over her face.
“Are you okay?” she asked, voice soft. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”
“Mmm, that was…” He smiled lazily and his tongue rolled against his cheek. “That was glorious, Lizzie.”
She sighed in relief and scooted down the bed to tuck herself against his side. “Oh my god, I know right? That was incredible. And you did so well. I’m glad you liked it.”
He shot her a cheeky smile. “Oh Sweetheart, there isn’t much I wouldn’t enjoy you doing to me.”
She smacked his chest playfully, giggling. “You’re the worst, you know that?”
He only laughed and wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer.
There was a moment of quiet, and then, “I love you, Red.”
“I love you too, Lizzie.”
…
“You know I’m gonna get you back for this, right?”
“Oh I know, Red. I’m looking forward to it.”