A.N: this chapter is M rated
SEVEN
"So did you bring them?" Eager did not even begin to describe Castle's mood when Kate walked into his study that evening. He'd been dreaming—okay, fantasizing—about that moment all day, ever since they'd agreed that this would be the night Kate would make good on her previous promise.
"Did I bring what?" she replied innocently.
He stood from his desk and walked towards her. "You know what."
She lifted her right hand and he caught a glimpse of silver. "Oh you mean these?"
He smiled a Cheshire Cat like smile. "Yes, those. Gimmie," he said, holding out his palm hand up and repeatedly opened and closed his fingers.
She lifted her hand up high and away from him. "No way."
His shoulders slumped. "Yes. C'mon we agreed."
"We did no such thing."
"Yes, we agreed. Give me the cuffs please!"
"No."
He approached her slowly, like a jungle cat hunting prey. "You realize I can just take them from you." Kate let out a bark of laughter and his brow furrowed. "You don't believe me?"
"Oh, I believe you'll try; I know you won't succeed," she replied. Then, to—quite literally—dangle the bait, she held up her right hand and let one of the cuffs swing loose. It swayed back and forth and Castle watched it for a moment before looking at her.
"Is that a challenge?" he asked. He'd seen her do it so many times; it seemed like a piece of cake. He attempted to fake reach for the cuffs with his left hand, but then spin around behind her and grab them from behind with his right, though his plan failed miserably. She caught his left arm and had him spun around with the cuffs around his wrist and left arm trapped behind his back before he even realized what happened. "Okay, so maybe that wasn't a well thought out plan."
"Ya think, Castle?" she said chuckling and tightening the cuffs simply because she could.
He groaned. "Right. Just remember my safe word is-"
"I know what your safe word is; you told me the first time I cuffed you."
"See," he said, turning to face her since her grip had slackened, "that's all the more reason that I should be the one to cuff you. You've already cuffed me—multiple times."
She leaned away from him and folded her arms over her chest. "Yeah, as I was arresting you! Is that something you really want to brag about right now?" He gave a non-committal shrug and turned his gaze towards the carpet. Kate sighed. "Are you going to pout about this?"
He looked back up at her with his best puppy-dog-eyes expression. "No, I just don't understand why you won't let me have the cuffs. It's like you don't trust me."
She groaned at him. "Fine. Here." She gestured for him to spin, and he did so. After releasing his hand from the cuffs, she passed them over to him. He took them as though a young child would take a long-promised piece of candy.
"Excellent. And the key so you can't Houdini your way out of them."
Again, she grumbled. As she pressed the key into his palm, she warned, "Fine but don't you dare lose that key. I don't want to have to explain this to anyone."
"What do you mean? If I did lose the key – which I promise I won't – Ryan or Esposito would help us."
Kate's eyes widened at the pure horror of that potential situation. "I'd rather call Gates then one of those two – we'd never hear the end of it. Besides, we can't call any of those people because, hello, they can't know about us."
Castle considered this for a moment. "Right. Well I'm just going to put this safely over here." He set the key on the edge of his desk before holding up the cuffs with a devilish grin. "Now, turn around please." When she didn't react right away he said with a softer tone, "You do trust me, right Kate? You know I'd never do anything to hurt you and if you want me to stop, I will."
She rounded her shoulders and dropped her chin towards her chest. "I know—and of course I trust you. I just…" don't like giving up control, she finished inside her head. In lieu of finishing her statement, Kate simply turned around and placed her hands behind her back in a position where he could latch the cuffs on to them. Once the cool metal encircled her wrists, she felt her stomach clench with nerves. She did trust him and knew he'd stop if she asked him to, but she just felt, well, silly and a bit ridiculous, particularly since she'd never put herself in that type of situation before.
"Hmm," Castle sighed.
Kate turned around to face him and saw that he was rubbing his chin with his left index finger and thumb. "Problem Castle?"
"It's just…I realize now that your cuffed I won't be able to get your shirt or bra off. I'm trying to decide if I care about that."
"By all means, take your time…"
"No, this will work," he determined. Then, before she had another second to protest, he scooped her up around the waist and carried her into the bedroom. He set her down just a foot from the side of the bed and turned her so that she faced the bed and he faced her back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and skimmed them down her arms and joined his hands in front of her belly. Hovering his chin just above her shoulder, he asked softly ear. "Before we begin, would you like to choose a safe word?"
"Stop or I'll shoot you," she replied dryly.
Unfazed by her snark, he skimmed his hands down over her hips and joined them in between her legs. When he pressed his hand up into her crotch she gasped lightly and he grinned. "It has to be one word. Plus you don't have a gun."
"Fine. Orange."
Picking up on her "apples and oranges" joke, he began to caress his hands across her inner thighs. "You know, Kate, I'm beginning to get the feeling you think this is silly."
She stepped forward and turned to face him. "Because I do. I never got the appeal of the whole…cuffed thing."
"Then allow me to change your mind," he said simply. Before she had a chance to rebut, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down off her hips along with her panties. Quite frankly, they were just going to get in his way the longer they were on. Once she was completely nude from the waist down, yet still fully clothed from the waist up, he gestured for her to sit on the bed.
Castle knelt down in front of her, bringing his lips to the inner edge of her right knee and slowly kissed, nipped and licked his way towards her center. When he was about an inch away, he moved his lips back to her left knee and repeated the process, once again stopping before reaching any location too exciting. He gazed up to gauge her reaction and decided that she was annoyed, but not tortured—yet.
He stood from the ground and rearranged several pillows against the headboard so that she could lean back at a forty-five degree angle. He climbed on the bed on the other side of her and lifted her shirt up enough to expose the cups of her bra. He could tell she was giving him a "betcha wish you let me take my shirt off" look, but he purposely ignored it.
He reached around behind her and unhooked her bra, giving him enough slack to push the cups away from her hidden flesh. He began with just an index finger, tracing lazy circles around her nipple. Then, adding in his thumb, he rolled it to a stiff peak before brushing his thumb back and forth, back and forth across the very tip. After repeating the action on her other breast, he noticed she was beginning to chew on the inside of her lip. Castle smiled to himself, knowing how she liked to touch herself when he played with her breasts.
He lowered his lips to her jaw and placed a few light kisses at the base before whispering, "Having fun yet?"
Pulling back he saw that she looked even more irritated, which amused him endlessly. After kissing her roughly, he moved his lips down to her right nipple. Closing his lips around it, he sucked earnestly for several moments before letting it go with the pop of his lips and mirroring the action on the other side. He trailed his lips down the center of her belly until they were even with her hip bones and then stopped and looked at her.
Castle sat back on his heels and gently skimmed his right hand over the top of her right thigh. As his hand began to crest the edge of the top of her leg, she widened her legs for him. His fingertip came to rest at the very edge of her lips and he rubbed it gently up and down. Upon realizing just how wet she was, he pressed his finger a bit harder against her and heard his favorite sound in the world: her moan.
Realizing he was achieving exactly what he wanted, he joined his index and middle fingers together and pressed them inside her, though only to the second knuckle. Withdrawing his fingers, he traced the edge of her lips again before pressing them inside once more, all the while purposely avoiding her most sensitive spot.
"Castle," she growled finally. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Stop teasing me."
"Nope," he responded proudly. Normally, he had no problem assisting her to a rapid orgasm (which was typically the first of many, particularly on some of the marathon evenings they'd had), but the cuffs changed things. It was his choice when she came and he was going to make her wait just a little longer.
He stood from the bed and shed his clothing as quickly as he could. Once undressed, he placed one knee on the bed, but she was too quickly for him. She used her feet to knock him off balance; he landed with his back flat on the mattress. Momentarily stunned, he lay there as she maneuvered on her knees and attempted to straddle him.
"Really?" he responded, mildly annoyed. "How did you take me down while still handcuffed?"
She beamed. "Years of practice. Now, if I can just," she rolled over on to her hip and began shimmying her arms down over her butt.
Realizing she was trying to get her cuffed hands in front of her body, Castle quickly pinned her down, back to the mattress. "This isn't Escape 101, Kate."
"Then would you just ugh!" she let out a frustrated groan.
"Would I just what?"
"Just…"
His tone gentle, not demanding, he requested, "Just say it, Kate."
She breathed out sharply through her nose, obviously disliking the admission. "Just make me come!"
"There. Now was that so hard?" he said with a delicious smile. He lowered his lips to her abdomen and began kissing his way towards the juncture in her legs.
Ignoring him for a moment, Kate stared at the ceiling. "You mean, you wanted me to—ah!" she gasped when his tongue finally reached the spot she'd been wishing for.
"You see, Kate," he said, momentarily pausing his actions, "sometimes it's nice to ask for things instead of demanding them."
"You mean—ah—you don't like tha—oh!—I—God, Castle," she yelped when his teeth scraped against her flesh.
Again, he looked up. "In general, Kate, I have absolutely no complains about our sex life. I'm just saying sometimes it's okay to mix things up a bit."
"Okay okay," she gasped. "Just please don't stop."
Obeying her wishes, Castle pressed his lips against her flesh once more and did not remove them again until she cried out and he felt her body trembling beneath his. He began to travel his lips back up her torso, over her chest and jaw until he finally reached her lips. "So. Do you still hate the cuffs?"
"No, I think," she paused and contorted her face for a moment before bringing her hands up and looping them around his head, "you've made your point."
Castle's jaw dropped. "How the hell did you do that?"
"Easy," she replied. "Plus you didn't cuff me that tight."
"Houdini," he muttered under his breath.
"Castle," she began, her tone serious. "Are you sure you're okay with how I-"
He cut her off with a kiss. "You know what you want and you're not afraid to get it, Detective. Who am I to complain about that?"
