A/N: I had to pause my multi chapters to write this fun, kinky prompt. Hope you enjoy.
This takes place sometime in season 6, I'll let your imaginations decide when. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or the characters used in this story.
A prompt fill, written for Kat (HeartMyKatic). Prompt will follow at the end to keep from giving too much away.
Please note that this most definitely earns its M rating.
Aoibhneas
Aoibhneas - (EEV-nass) Bliss, delight
With a resigned sigh, Castle pulls away from her lips a final time, apology written all over his face before his words ever register.
"I'm sorry. Gina insisted that I meet her at her office in twenty minutes. I promise we'll continue this when I get back," he breathes against her lips.
Kate frowns but nods, missing the taste of him already as he steps away from her and out the door, his disappointment more than obvious as he trudges down the hall.
He just got back from a three week book tour, and she had plans for him tonight. Plans for his hands and his body because she's had to use her own for twenty-one days and it's just not the same.
Gina had three weeks to discuss the next Nikki Heat book with him, why the hell did she have to pick the night he got home to call him?
Frustrated, she tries to relax on the couch, picking up the book she'd been reading before Castle had returned home earlier. But she finds herself reading the same line over and over again, thoughts of where his hands had been before the interrupting call had ruined their evening.
She can still feel the slickness pooled between her legs when she shifts, can feel it intensify when she imagines the things his thick fingers were about to do to her. It makes the loss of them unbearable.
Kate has a love-hate relationship with being teased. When they're alone, sure of no interruptions, she loves it, loves the building anticipation of an explosive orgasm. But at times like this, she hates it, because the few seconds that his fingers were buried inside her weren't nearly long enough to satisfy a need that's been building for three weeks.
Those few seconds of pleasure were like the match strike that ignites a burning fire, a raging need, desperate and demanding attention, because the longer she ignores it, the more it spreads.
She can't wait any longer, needs a release. She abandons the couch in favor of their bedroom, knowing that Castle will come looking for her when he gets back. And she may have the fire contained to a low simmer, but she knows he'll stoke the embers, have it back to a roaring blaze in no time.
She leaves a trail of clothing for Castle to find, sliding her yoga pants down her legs and stepping out of them as she pads through the kitchen.
Her t-shirt lands on the floor in front of the bedroom door and wasting no time, she unhooks her bra and hangs it on the doorknob.
She leaves her panties on, knowing the black lace will drive him crazy when he sees her.
She stacks the pillows behind her head, makes herself comfortable before letting her hand drift down her naked torso. Her fingers slip beneath the black lace, dipping into the hot wetness that has pooled there. And the moment she presses two fingers into herself, palm grinding against her clit, she's moaning and writhing, chasing nirvana.
She doesn't give herself time to recover from the first orgasm, fingers working furiously over her swollen bundle of nerves as she races herself towards the edge again. Her fingers are coated, slick with arousal and each time she imagines that it's Castle who's working her, her need for more only grows.
She doesn't stop after her second either, but circles her fingers slower, giving herself time to recover. She's always good for several orgasms, but after twenty-one days of lonely nights where she either used her own fingers or tried to focus on something else, she knows she can go longer tonight.
She's so aroused, so focused on working herself that she doesn't hear Castle come in, doesn't hear his footsteps as he follows her trail of clothing to the bedroom. He promised her he'd be quick and he kept his word.
Castle stands frozen in the doorway of their bedroom, eyes locked on the glorious picture she's painted for him. He watches her fingers working beneath the lace of her panties, knows she's probably soaked through them, but only left them on so he can feel how bad she wants him.
Her skin is flushed, chest a lovely hue of pink tones that suggest she's already climaxed more than once. Her perfect gumdrop nipples are hard, straining against the cool air and begging for attention.
She got started without him, couldn't wait until he came back to finish what he started. She knows what happens when she does that and though she'll put up a hell of a fight, he knows she loves it, because she would have waited for him if she didn't.
He steps quietly into the room, not making a noise until his knees hit the bed and his hand wraps around her wrist. Kate's eyes flash open, dark, smoky hazel focusing on him, and then she smirks, and he knows their game is only beginning.
"You started without me," he breathes, pulling her hand out of her panties and groaning at the glistening evidence.
She nods, eyes flashing with arousal when he pulls her hand to his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick her fingers clean. His groan vibrates around the digits and she shivers, wanting his talented tongue working her in other places.
He keeps her wrist secured in his hand, leaning over her to pull the cuffs out of the bedside table drawer. Kate shakes her head, twisting her body to get free but he snaps the cuffs around the wrist he holds, reaching for her other and securing it to above her head.
"I promised you we'd finish when I got back and you couldn't wait, so now I'm going to make you wait."
He leans down, pressing his lips hard against hers for only a second before pulling away, smirking when she sighs in disappointment.
"Please, Castle. It's been twenty-one days. I need you," she sobs, playing her part so well that he almost gives in and gives her what she wants.
Almost.
"Mm, no. If you wanted me that bad you would have waited for me."
He moves away from her when she fights against the cuffs, pushes her legs away when she tries to wrap them around his waist and keep him close.
He lets his fingers brush over her nipples as he slides away, a satisfied grin stretching across his face when she moans at the touch.
He watches her face as he steps away from the bed, doesn't break eye contact when he starts to strip off his clothes. When his boxers hit the floor Kate swallows hard, pink tongue darting out to lick her lips in approval.
He comes back to her, but he doesn't dip his weight onto the bed, doesn't settle above her and give her what she wants.
Not yet.
Instead, he reaches for scrap of black lace that still covers her, drags it down her legs and groans when the soaked material brushes against his skin. He stops to admire the effect he has on her before he flings the garment across the room and settles onto the bottom of the bed.
And because teasing her is one of his favorite things, and one of hers as well, even when she denies it, he traces the bones of her ankles, dips his thumbs into the hollow there beneath the bone. The slow slide of his hands up her legs is almost as much torture for him as he knows it is for her.
She doesn't spread her legs apart like she usually does when she wants him, and Castle smiles because she knows how to play the game, knows that the more she offers him the less he'll take.
He rewards her by pressing her legs apart; lowering her knees to the mattress, and the sweet scent of her arousal hits him hard, reminding him just how long those twenty-one days away from her really were.
Soft, pink lips glisten, beckoning him to forget the game and thrust into her with abandon, but he fights the urge a little longer, knows the reward will be even sweeter.
Kate watches him intently. She's surprisingly calm, but her eyes speak volumes of words, a sea of wanting that begs him to fuck her.
Oh, he will.
Drifting his right hand up her thigh, Castle lets his fingers dip into the soft hollow of her hip, brushes them against the dripping heat between her legs.
Kate doesn't miss that soft groan that rips from his throat when he feels how wet she really is, when the evidence reminds him how much this turns her on.
He lets his thumb brush over her swollen clit, circles it a few times when she gasps and arches her body towards him, chasing the pleasure.
She's still sensitive and he knows it.
"How many times?"
His question is simple, yet it goes unanswered, Kate's breath quickening as he circles his finger again, adding more pressure.
She gasps, breathes heavily through the pleasure that borders on pain and her eyes flash to his, blinking to gain the clarity she needs to answer his question.
"Castle," she whimpers, borderline begging him to let her off the hook.
He presses harder against her, circles again and he knows it's only enough to drive her crazy with want and need.
"Tell me, Kate. How many times did you get yourself off before I walked in?"
"Tw…twice," she stutters, tugging at the cuffs.
"You must be pretty sure that you have a few more in you then, otherwise you would have waited, right?"
When she only starts to nod, he lightens the pressure on her clit and she whimpers, ready to beg him to stop teasing her already.
"Ye…yes," she stutters again, breathy and needy all at the same time.
He rewards her with the slip of his fingers, two of them sliding deep and filling her all at once. She cries out, sobbing her pleasure as one thrust of his fingers along with the pressure on her clit breaks her apart.
Her back arches, mouth open in a silent scream as she pulses around his fingers, blinding orgasms racing through her body.
Knowing she'll be extra sensitive now because on normal days she can only handle three orgasms before needing a while to recover, he eases his fingers from her, gives her a minute to catch her breath and come back to him.
When her eyes flash open and lock on him, still dark and dangerous, he knows she's ready for more, knows she's ready for him.
And as much as he loves teasing her, he's not sure how much more he can handle tonight, not after being away from her for so long.
He settles above her, finally lets her wrap her long legs around him, and lets her pull him closer to her body. She's still tugging at the handcuffs, because this is the part where she loves to wrap her arms around his neck, loves to scrape her nails down the expanse of his back as he pounds into her. He loves that part too, but her punishment isn't quite over and there's always the next round.
He dips his head to her lips, but when she surges into it, he pulls away, smirks against her heated flesh as he nips her jawline.
Kate whines, but he quickly has her gasping when he takes a painfully hardened nipple into the heated cavern of his mouth, the wicked contrast of sucking and biting causing her hips to buck and her volume to increase.
"Castle," she growls, when the tip of his cock presses against her slick folds. "Please, I want you."
He chuckles, pulls his lips away from her tender breasts to nip at her lips.
"So, you think you've had enough punishment for not waiting for me?" he asks.
"No," she whimpers, body burning with the need to have him inside her. "I think I need some extra, hard punishment."
Oh, fuck.
He doesn't waste any more time, doesn't deny her any longer and the punishment that she craves is the one he gives.
He thrusts into her in one rapid movement, lifting her leg to his shoulder so that he can slide even deeper and then he's pounding into her, a punishment of pleasure that wrecks them both.
He doesn't last long, the combined teasing with the three weeks away from her sending him to the edge entirely too quickly for his liking, but he knows she won't complain. They'll recover and make up for it, it's what they do.
She's right there with him when his thrusts grow sloppy, panting and begging in his ear.
"Touch me, I'm almost there."
Two fingers find her slippery, swollen bundle of nerves and with one hard press and a tight circle of against her, she soars over the edge, walls fluttering around him and bringing him over with her. He spills deep inside her, groaning into her neck as the power of his own release has him collapsing on top of her.
He only manages to muster up enough strength to reach for the key and release her wrists from the cuffs.
Her hands fall to his back, mapping the smooth, sweaty skin of his back before drifting into his hair.
Castle catches her left wrist, cradles the angry, red mark in his palm and brings it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the marred flesh.
He listens to the erratic beating of her heart, smiles as the rhythm matches his own.
"I missed you," he whispers, hot breath causing goose bumps to spread across her skin.
"I missed you too," she answers, voice almost back to normal as her heart calms.
"So much that you got started without me?" he quips, lifting his head to smirk at her.
"Only because I knew you would come in and cuff me," she teases, eyes shining with mischief.
"Oh, you like that, huh?"
"Yes."
"Enough to do it again?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
She rolls him over, grinning down at the shocked expression on his face.
He really should be used to that by now.
She grabs his hands, tangling their fingers and lifting them above his head, leaning down to kiss him wickedly before pulling away.
"Oh, we're definitely doing it again, but this time, you're the one who'll be cuffed to the bed."
The snap of the cool cuffs echoes through the room, followed by the sounds of blissful delight.
Prompt: "Castle is at a meeting and Beckett is at home. Before he left they were making out but Gina called and he had to leave so he promised Beckett that they would finish when he got home. She couldn't wait, she was too turned on so he came home to her in the bedroom touching herself and he is like "so you couldn't wait? You should be punished" so he handcuffs her for starting without him. And he could be like "since you couldn't wait, I'm going to make you wait." And he teases her a whole bunch."
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