A/N: The rating is really for this chappie. A bit sexier than I intended it to be but rather be safe than sorry with rating wise.
Part Two: All Cuffed Up With No Where To Go:
There was nothing like kinky sex to help work off some steam of a long day.
Kate only smirked at Castle when he dangled the cuffs in front of her, though being the gentleman he was he still asked for permission. Beckett didn't even flinch under him when the cuffs clicked her wrists in place close to the head board.
Castle didn't need the damn cuffs to have Beckett writhing under him, pleading him, begging him for more. All the while, calling him "Ricky" because deep down it was one hell of a turn on for the writer.
Of course, the S and M game had to come to an end when the early morning hours were starting to show their ugly head. "Come on Castle," Beckett breathed out. "We need at least a few hours of sleep."
"Says who?" Castle teased with a smirk on his face that she'd loved to smack right off except she couldn't because she was currently detained.
"Castle!" Kate demanded.
"I do love it when you go all dominatrix on me." Castle mocked her. "If I'm a bad boy, will you promise to spank me?"
To only dig himself dipper, the writer held out the keys to the detective. She couldn't go anywhere, and that's what he loved about this. He had all the power. All the control. There was only one, itty, bitty, little problem. Without a warning to him and barely in a blink of an eye, Kate slid her delicate writs out of their bonds.
"There is this wonderful thing called payback," Kate began, and with that being said she slapped the cuffs on his own wrist before he could even protest. It came from years of being a cop, and maybe a little more from her own dappers in the life style. "And it's a nasty bitch."
"Kate!" Castle tried to wriggle his way out with futile efforts. They seemed only to get tighter. "Come Katie!"
Beckett gave him a friendly pat on his chest only to bid a goodnight before she turned over to her side to catch up on some much needed sleep.
By the time that Kate awoke, she stretched to find Castle wide awake. "Sleep well?"
"Okay, okay. Ha, ha. You win. Let me go." Castle added: "Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely… Let me think about it…"
A few minutes went past without much of an answer.
"Beckett!"
She held up a hand to him. "I'm still thinking!"
"Seriously?"
To let him in on her finale answer, Kate got up. The blankets slipped away from her allowing her to tease Castle some more. "That is wrong on so many levels."
Kate smirked only to sashay her way into the bathroom. She went to close the door but left it ajar so Castle could have a full view on a hot, steamy shower. Kate made sure to take her time, letting some skin show. All though, it didn't take her long to dry, fix her hair and get dress. It came from her training from years ago that was still in her system. When she came out, the writer was right where she left him.
"Katie, pumpkin. Pookie." Castle called her. "Princess."
"Princess?" Kate didn't like that one.
"Remember that whole Kitten thing?" Rick asked her. "Well, it can come back and bite you in the ass." Castle had his own pet names for her.
For that, Beckett pulled out her cell, with a one little click, and a flash, she caught him.
"You better delete that!"
"Or what?" Kate dared him with smirk before turning the camera feature off. As soon as she was about to put it away, her phone went off. It was Javier. "Beckett." she said into the phone.
"We got something." Castle heard his partner say.
"I'll be there." she told before she put it in her jacket pocket.
"What is it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
It was Laine who showed them the pictures. Apparently, Kate shared pictures. "I told 'im not to use the damn handcuffs." Esposito muttered.
"Did ya actually think Castle would listen to ya?" Ryan returned.
"I was hopin'."
"No hope where he's concerned bro." he reminded his partner with a chuckle.
"Either way, c'mon." he lead the way out. "We'll help our boy out before we meet Beckett and Laine at the yellow tape."
TBC…