I'm not so sure about this chapter, but I hope you like it!
This is a bad idea.
In fact, this is the worst idea in a long line of bad ideas she's had over the past few years. Well, maybe not the absolute worst, her desire to kidnap and hold her favorite author captive kinda trumps all others, but, baring that, this one is the worst.
So, of course, she has to go through with it.
Throughout her preparation, she had been aware that her actions could be considered unethical at best. If she had still been a cop, she might even have cared.
She stopped being a cop the moment the drunk who killed her father walked free. She had stopped being a human being sometime earlier. It is so much easier if she decides not to feel.
The plan had gone off without a hitch. He had been freakishly easy to capture, a combination of no security detail and a complete lack of situational awareness on his part. The drugs had worked as promised, even the restraints had proved flawless.
The only real surprise had been the man himself.
Her research and reconnaissance (stalking), had confirmed his playboy status. He flirted unashamedly with anything and everything. He had seemed like someone who liked to control the situation, and she had assumed that he would be that way in the bedroom as well.
She had miscalculated.
Honestly, she hadn't expected him to be so into it, and thus, hadn't expected that she would be so into it either. What had begun as a simple means to an end had, over the past month, morphed into so much more. The thought, the feel, of Richard Edgar Castle writhing beneath her has brought her pleasure the likes of which she has never known.
And now he wants more.
His begging has become constant. "Let me touch you Kate, please. Let me pleasure you, I need to make you come undone, over and over, not just with my cock, but with my hands, my mouth," he pants as she moves above him. She admires his musculature as he strains against the leather that constrains him. His perfect chest heaving before her, he tries again. "Please Kate, you're killing me. I'm apt to perish from want." He can't see her roll her eyes at his florid prose, he is a writer after all, but the corresponding movement of her hips shuts him up, for a moment, allowing her to truly consider his offer. She's not entirely foolhardy, she won't risk him escaping, but the idea of letting go of just a tiny bit of control is tantalizing, enticing.
And ultimately, irresistible.
She has no reason to trust him, but the things he's suggesting are so unimaginably filthy that heat overwhelms logic.
She makes sure to secure his ankle, leaving him alone for a minute to secret the key away upstairs. Even if he does incapacitate her, he won't be able to drag the bed through the doorway, much less up to the liveable parts of the cabin. She places the stun gun on the tray beside the bed, takes a deep breath, and releases the straps...
He surges from the mattress like a tiger from the undergrowth. His possessive growl completes the image as he pounces, his body enveloping her own. She had forgotten, in the weeks she has held him in her power, just how big a man he is, over six feet, and now, due to his unorthodox exercise routine, is now nearly solid muscle.
Maybe she should have given him something else to do.
He revels in his new found freedom, his unfettered hands exploring every inch of her. He comes to rest between her thighs, his grin positively wicked with hunger. His elbows spread her thighs as his digits part her folds. He laps at her, rough tongue over soft flesh, a move that has her on the edge of bliss in minutes. Just before she crashes, he halts, pulling a pathetic growl-whining sound from her that she has never heard. He slides up her body, the heat of him heavy between her legs, teasing without the penetration that could send her to heaven. She makes that noise again and he chuckles.
"Say it, Kate," he rumbles, his breath sending shivers down her neck. "Say you want me."
She bites her lip, her natural contrariness preventing her from giving in so easily, but when he draws his length, soft and slow, across her clit, she breaks.
"Fuck me, Castle!"
Giving in never felt so good.
