73. Chapter 73

After The Mistress Always Spanks Twice

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: You may punish me if I claim to own Castle. Rating: T Time: See above.

Kate Beckett was angry, sad, depressed, and just a little but drunk. She sat in her apartment, sipping the last of a bottle of wine. Every day I see it. She thought. Not just the murders, but the cruelty, dishonesty, the lies, the pettiness, the corruption, the incompetence that accompanied every case. One student who put his precious project above everything caused, indirectly, the death of a young woman. Why were people like this? Why did they do these things to each other?

Once or twice a year, this finally got to be too much for Kate and she blotted out the pain with wine. "Enough!" She said to herself. "I need to get to sleep, damn it! This is not solving anything. Tomorrow, I'll go out, do my job and that will make things better."

She staggered off to bed and soon fell asleep, a deep, dream filled sleep.

She looked at herself in the mirror. High heeled, black patent leather boots went up to her knee. Above that were fishnet stockings, both of which accented her long, slender, but well-muscled legs. Her leather corset narrowed her waist nicely and also pushed her boobs up and out, where he could see them, but never touch. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Yes, her ass was perfect. Her eyes sparkled under the dark eyeliner and mascara she had chosen. Her makeup accentuated her flawless cheekbones. Her lipstick was the reddest blood red she could find. Smiling cruelly, she tucked her riding crop into the top of her left boot and went to confront him!

When she entered the chamber, he sat quietly on her king-sized, four poster bed. He was dressed only in his blue, silk boxer shorts, and a leather, studded collar. His hands were cuffed behind him. He stared at the floor in front of him. Bright lights illuminated her bed, and him, while throwing the rest of the chamber into shadowed darkness.

She walked over to him. He raised his eyes to her. "Hello, Kitten." she said, putting her riding crop under his chin.

"Apples! Apples!" He babbled. "And didn't I tell you never to call me Kitten again?"

"Just who do you think is in charge here, Kitten? She said viciously.

"You are, Beckett."

She slapped him lightly on the head. "I am Mistress Kate. Never forget that. But you can forget your silly safe word. It will do you no good in here."

"What did I do?" He asked.

"What did you do? Everything! You've spent months doing nothing but annoying me."

"How?"

"Let me count the ways." She smiled down at him, but he found no relief in that smile. "I've got a date with a prostitute?" She mimicked. "It's bad enough you have "dates" with hookers, but do you have to brag about them? Act like I'd be impressed with your macho bravado?"

"But I only got the date to help you." He wailed.

"And why couldn't you have told me quietly and respectfully?"

"I'll do better next time." He said with a sob.

"There will be no next time." She explained coldly. "Really, bragging about having sex with your ex-wife, your crazy ex-wife, who you call a deep fried Twinkie? How was that supposed to make me feel?

"It's all my fault." he sobbed.

She just nodded solemnly. "And do you think showing me off at some charity event, buying me a new dress, because you knew I had nothing appropriate helped?"

"We caught the killer."

"I caught the killer. You were getting beaten to a pulp by him." She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Or was that your intent, Kitten? Do you like it rough?"

A tear rolled down his cheek.

"And did you think that bringing two half-dressed strippers, masquerading as cops, into my precinct, shoving my nose into how attractive you are to certain kinds of women would make me happy?"

"It wasn't my idea."

"Could you have stopped it?"

He didn't answer.

"Well?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress Kate, ma'am."

"And did you have to ogle me when I rescued you from that Russian mobster? Couldn't you have treated me with dignity and respect?"

"I will. I will!" She raised he crop, but he quickly added, "Mistress Kate."

"Do you remember Rina, Kitten? You couldn't wait to get rid of me so you could enjoy yourself with some underage tramp, could you?"

"No! Rina used to babysit Alexis. I didn't recognize her at first, but when I did, I just wanted to make sure she had a friend. I saw what the modeling business was really like."

Mistress Kate slapped her riding crop in her palm while considering this. "Oh, all right. You may have done one thing right, Kitten." Then her face turned angry. "But what about that stupid book release party I went to? I dressed up for you. I put a lot of effort into how I looked. I hoped you'd find me attractive. I hoped you'd notice that I was right there. That I wasn't just your damned muse. That I was a person with needs and wants. But all you could think of was your damned books." Mistress Kate looked like she was about to cry. She turned away from him. He gasped with admiration at the sight of her perfect, rounded, smooth ass. He almost said something, but stopped himself.

"And Scarlett Price. You had a date with here, didn't you? She was at your loft. How many times did you screw that murderous slut? Was that why she had to go to the hospital? Too much of you? No wonder you didn't want me around."

"Mistress Beckett, I always want you around. Always."

She gulped. "That's sweet…Kitten." She ended coldly.

"But why were you so fascinated at the thought of seeing two women fight?" She asked with a cold, passionless smile. "Perhaps I should have brought a mud pit along. "See the wife and fiancé in a duel in the mud!" You'd have loved that, wouldn't you, Kitten?"

"And Kyra, your ex-girlfriend. Could you have salivated just a little harder to let everyone know just how hot you were for her? Could you have mentioned how she made the stars shine for you a few more times? How about more kisses on the rooftop?"

He nodded. "I was wrong. But Kyra is my past. Not my present. You know who my present is."

"And how would I know that, Kitten. It's not like you ever tell me anything! Ever!"

"And when you took me to Remy's after that disastrous date, did you have to spend all of your time looking at my boobs and my ass?"

"Is it my fault that you're so beautiful that I can't keep my eyes off of you?" He asked softly.

She was taken completely aback by that response.

"And Mistress Irena. Did you just have to ogle her so much that she commented on it?"

"My bad." He stood up. Somehow the handcuffs had disappeared from his wrists. He put his arms around her and held her close. "I realize I've made a lot of mistakes with you, Beckett…Kate. But I want to do better. I want to be your partner, your friend, and…even more if you'll allow it."

She rested her head on his chest and smiled happily. "Do you mean that?"

"You bet. You and me. Always." He stroked her hair. "And you look great in that outfit."

She looked up and smiled at him. "I thought you'd like it. I like your outfit, too."

"Can I buy you dinner at Remy's, Kate?"

"Dressed like this?"

"Sure. We're in a dream, after all. You should see what Ryan and Esposito are wearing in their dreams."

They walked out of the chamber, arm in arm.

Kate and Rick both sat upright in their beds. Where did that dream come from? They thought.