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Red was weary and exasperated. Lizzie had been playing him for a fool for too long, jostling for power in their relationship. She was extra bratty lately, draining one of his accounts with the help of the young, impressionable Skip. Red had heard from a few sources that Lizzie had spent the night at Ressler’s place, and now she was shacked up with Skip while she spent his money. It was time to rein her in.
Red pulled the brim of his fedora down and walked through the dark alley with purpose.
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Liz was giddy, not only from the alcoholic drink she was sipping but from becoming a millionaire overnight. She grinned at Skip, who was sitting with her in a booth. The music pounded with bass and it was too loud for conversation, but Liz wasn’t in the mood for conversation anyway. She reached over and took Skip’s hand, then she tugged him until he followed her out the back door of the nightclub. They found themselves alone in the back alley.
“I feel so good!” Liz said loudly, exhilarated.
Skip glanced around nervously, but he smiled.
“It’s nice being a millionaire, huh?” Skip said.
“Hell yeah. You know what else feels good?” Liz said, then she groped his crotch.
“Oh…” Skip responded in surprise as she began rubbing him.
“I wanna do it again, Skip. Right here.” Liz said in a sultry tone.
“Leave the poor boy alone, Lizzie.” Red said as he stepped out of the shadows.
Skip backed away slightly as he was startled, while Liz simply sighed in frustration. Liz glared at Reddington, but he wasn’t fazed; he made himself as imposing as possible, stepping into her personal space until she was backed against the brick wall.
“Hey, don’t…” Skip said halfheartedly; he didn’t really want to pick a fight with Reddington.
In an instant, Red cocked his gun and aimed it at Skip’s crotch without moving from his spot in front of Lizzie. Skip decided he’d had enough of people using him and his crotch for various purposes, and he stepped away.
“I’ll deal with you later.” Red said, then Skip made a run for it, disappearing into the darkness.
Red turned his attention to Lizzie and scrutinized her pouty, outraged face.
“I think it’s time to…put an end to your bad behaviour, Lizzie.” Red said.
Liz glanced down at the gun still in his hand.
“You’re not gonna kill me.” Liz scoffed.
“No, I’m not. You know what you’re going to do? You’re going to stop being an entitled brat, stealing my money, acting reckless and screwing anything that moves…” Red said, holstering his gun.
Liz opened her mouth in shock, and she was going to yell at Reddington, but he continued. He leaned even closer so their faces were a few inches apart.
“You’ve been throwing a tantrum, trying to get daddy’s attention. Well, you have my attention now. What are you going to do about it?” Red said arrogantly.
Red was gratified by the way Lizzie’s cheeks turned pink under the light above the back door of the club.
“You’re crazy. This has nothing to do with you!” Liz said incredulously.
Red tilted his head and studied Lizzie; her embarrassed flush appeared on her chest, which was exposed by her scanty tank top.
“No? You drain one of my accounts, try to turn my people against me, you call me just to flaunt your childish plans to ruin me. I’d say it has everything to do with me. What do you really want from me, Elizabeth? Use your words instead of throwing tantrums.” Red said angrily.
“…I don’t want anything from you.” Liz said defiantly.
“You’re not as adept at lying as you believe you are.” Red said.
Liz went to turn and step away, but Reddington’s hand firmly grasped her bare shoulder, stopping her. She was furious with him for touching her, and she hated herself for how his touch thrilled her. It might have just been the adrenaline coursing through her system, but she felt aroused.
“Don’t touch me.” Liz said.
“Why, because you enjoy it too much?” Red asked.
“…You can’t be mad at me for taking your money. You said you left it all to me anyway.” She said, changing the subject.
“Yes. In my will. Do I look dead to you?” Red said.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and then averted her gaze, so Red cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her eyes back to his own.
“I asked a question.” Red said sternly.
Liz wasn’t used to Red being harsh with her; she was startled.
“No.” She said.
“No what?” He said.
“No, you…don’t look dead.” She said.
“Correct. I’m still living, breathing and warm. Look, I still have a pulse.” He said agitatedly, then he grabbed her hand and put her fingers against his neck.
Liz felt Reddington’s warm neck and again, the touch felt electric. She flinched and pulled her hand away as if she’d gotten burnt.
“Red…” Liz said without really thinking.
They were both surprised that she used his nickname instead of ‘Reddington’.
“Say it, Lizzie,” He said, but she clammed up again, “Or don’t. It’s up to you. I have all night.”
“…What is it you expect me to say?” She asked.
“That you’ve been lonely and instead of coming to me, you chickened out and went after easy subpar halfwits. You’ve been having unsatisfying sex with unsatisfactory men, attempting to fill the void. Very poor substitutes, I must say…You’re scared of what I might do to you…how I might make you feel…You’d rather take the cowardly route and feel nothing at all.” He said.
Lizzie shifted uncomfortably, so Red continued.
“Tell me Lizzie, did they satisfy you? Did they even make you wet?” Red said in a lower tone.
“Red!” Liz scolded, avoiding answering.
Red was able to read the answer from her even though she stayed silent.
“Such a shame. I bet they didn’t give you enough foreplay. They’re only just out of the awkward, fumbling, immature stage. Young Donald and Skip wouldn’t give you enough time. They wouldn’t build the excitement with any mystery or play…not to mention they’re too spineless to take control. You need to give up control to someone who knows what they’re doing…” Red said quietly.
Liz didn’t know why she was still standing there listening to this. She gave him an indignant glare, but they both knew he was right.
“Oh, and that person is you?” Liz asked sassily.
“Yes,” He said, then he slowly ran the backs of his fingers down her neck and over her breast, “You see sweetheart, your body responds to me in ways you can’t hide. The blushing, the quick breaths…”
His hand travelled down her abdomen.
“The trembling,” He said, then he slid his hand up her skirt, between her thighs, “The heat radiating from your most intimate spot.”
Red stopped with his fingers poised against her inner thighs, relishing the warmth, as well as the suspense.
“You could keep your wetness a secret from me…But it would be rather tricky with my hand between your legs. I can already feel the humidity down there. It reminds me of tropical nights, sweet and steamy. Do you want me to go further, Lizzie?” Red said suavely.
Liz begrudgingly nodded, too embarrassed to actually say that she wanted him to continue. Reddington’s fingers gently pressed against her crotch, and she shuddered as he expertly moved his fingers back and forth over her clit. She breathed shakily.
“That’s better, isn’t it baby?” Red drawled soothingly.
Liz’s knees shook, so she grabbed onto Reddington’s shoulders, clutching his suit jacket in her fists. He leaned forward, pressing her against the wall to keep her steady. Liz whimpered quietly as Reddington wiggled his fingers faster. He then slowed down and lightly rubbed her overtop the soft damp fabric of her panties. Red noticed Lizzie spread her feet wider, giving him better access, so he deftly slid two fingertips under the elastic and slipped along her wet inner lips. She gasped and continued trembling. Red’s fingers became slick with the secretions of Lizzie’s arousal.
“Mmm. You’re soaking wet for me.” Red rumbled lustfully.
“…Yes.” Liz breathed.
“Good girl.” He praised; she was admitting it.
Liz felt Reddington’s cheek brush against hers, then he kissed her with his soft, warm, inviting lips. His kiss was dizzyingly erotic; she got lost in it. All Liz could focus on was Reddington’s mouth, and his fingers delicately slipping and sliding against her opening in a tantalizing fashion. He then returned to her clit, which was even more sensitive now.
“Mm…Red…” Liz whined breathlessly; she wanted satisfaction.
This was music to Red’s ears. Lizzie was panting, so he stopped the kiss and nuzzled the side of her head. She was shaking like a leaf and her clit was hard under the pads of his fingers. Red lustfully gave her quick wiggles, pressing on the bundle of nerves. Lizzie whimpered in little sobs as she tried to catch her breath while on the brink of a climax. There was no way she sounded like this with Donald or Skip. This was desperate, ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure. She clenched his jacket in her fists and held onto him for dear life. Liz felt the explosive first wave of her orgasm, and she mewled; her knees almost gave out, so she clung to Reddington and thankfully he pressed her against the wall more firmly.
Red gently caressed Lizzie’s slippery flesh as she rode out her climax, then he took his hand out of her panties. He tasted her on his fingers and then used a handkerchief to dry them while she stared at him dazedly.
“Come with me to the safe house, Lizzie. We can continue…kissing and making up.” Red said, then he gave a loud whistle in the direction of the street.
The black sedan’s headlights turned on and the vehicle drove down the alley to where they stood. Red gestured to Lizzie to go ahead of him and she actually got into the back of the car. He smirked to himself. Liz’s body felt shaky and weak like jelly, so she slumped in the backseat and let Reddington and the driver take her to wherever the safe house was. She felt Reddington’s warm hand possessively plant itself on her thigh and stay there for the journey.
(To Be Continued…)