190. Chapter 190

After Almost Famous, Again

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: I would famously decline to be known as the owner of Castle. Rating: M. Time: See above.

Author's note: Please see Chapter 87 of this series of stories. I had originally thought I'd write a mirror image of that, with Kate doing the striptease, but I ended up writing this instead.

She moved cautiously into her prey's lair, moving silently, keeping her pistol ready. She stood inside the doorway to his office. Something cold and hard pressed against her neck.

"Drop the gun, Heat." He snarled.

Momentarily, she considered whirling around and trying to knock his weapon away. Then, she heard him take a step back and the cold metal against her neck was gone. Her sidearm clattered to the floor.

"Put your hands behind you."

When she did, he pulled her handcuffs from her belt and cuffed her hands behind her before she could move. He pulled her out into the center of the living room and pushed her down onto the lush carpet. He straddled her and looked down on her with a cold smile on his face. "Now, that's the way I like to see you, Heat."

"Go to hell, Rook!" She said coldly. "I can't believe I loved you once."

He shrugged. "If you hadn't insisted in looking into my little problem, we'd still be in love."

"You'll never be in love with anyone but yourself." She shot back.

"Speaking of love…" He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and the blade shot out. He grabbed the neck of her sweater and started cutting straight down. He pushed the two halves of her sweater apart. She ore only a bra underneath. He slid the blade between the cups and cut the bra away. He flicked the cups away and admired her boobs. "They're just as great as I remember."

"They were yours anytime you wanted them, once. Now you can only get them like this. Does this make you feel like a big, powerful man, Rook?"

He leaned down and rested his hands on her boobs, flattening them against her ribcage. He squeezed them and then pushed them together, then apart. He moved them back and forth, then pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He nodded. "This does make me feel good, Heat. Knowing I can do anything I want to you."

"And I'll do nothing for you." She said.

"Doesn't make any difference." He moved down her body until he straddled her knees. He cut through the waistband of her jeans, then cut straight down one leg, then the other. He pulled her jeans off, exposing her panties. He cut those away, leaving her nude from the waist down except for thigh high hose, held up by garters.

He looked down at her and smiled, then laughed. "I'm going to enjoy this, Heat. It'll be great."

"You'll be doing it all on your own. It'll just be another form of masturbation."

He shrugged. "Masturbation is sex with someone you love." He moved forward and laid on top of her. He began kissing her lips, but she moved away from him as quickly as she could. He moved down to her boobs. He stroked them softly, then squeezed them a little harder. He bent and kissed her right boob, taking it as far into his mouth as he could, while squeezing the other boob. He concentrated on her nipple, biting it gently. Then he moved to the other boob. "You used to like me playing with your boobs." He said conversationally.

She cursed at him.

He moved down her body, kissing her flat, muscular stomach, and leaving a wet trail behind him. He finally came to the triangle of her pubic hair and kissed her there. He laughed as he heard a soft moan escape her lips. He pushed her thighs apart, and kept them apart in spite of her struggles. He slid his tongue along her slit, up and down, up and down, over and over again. He used his finger to flick her clit and arouse it to fullness. He smiled when she once lifted her ass off the floor. He pushed on finger inside of her.

"You're hot and wet, and very tight. " He said. "It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"

"It's still been a long time, you bastard." She was defiant, but he could hear her voice thickening with lust.

He rolled to one side and quickly undressed. When he was naked, he rolled back on top of her. He kissed her again. This time she didn't move away from him, but refused to open her mouth as his tongue sought entrance. He moved one hand to her boob and one to her magnificent ass. He squeezed them both.

"You like it nice and slow, don't you?" He asked smiling into her face.

"Fuck you." She said. That was a mistake, since when she opened her mouth, his tongue slid inside her mouth. She moved her tongue as far back in her mouth as she could get it. But his tongue explored her mouth, the inside of her teeth, her gums, the base of her tongue. Then he managed to touch her tongue. She moaned and her tongue met his fully. Their tongues moved around each other passionately.

She arched her back so that her boobs pressed against his chest. She moved back and forth so that her nipples rubbed against his skin, arousing her further. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up as hard as she could. As she grew more passionate, he increased the tempo of his strokes, pumping into her faster and faster.

He moved both hands to her ass and pulled her to him as hard as he could. His mouth found her boobs, licking first one and then the other, then sucking as much as he could get into his mouth and running his tongue around them.

They climaxed together and he collapsed onto her, both panting for air. Finally he rolled off of her and reached for his weapon. He put the barrel into her mouth. "You know what's next.' He said and pulled the trigger.

"Appletini?" She said.

"Do you like it?" He asked. He reached behind her and undid the cuffs. She put her arms around him.

"Again?"

"Me first." He put the barrel of the weapon in his mouth and pulled the trigger. "Too much vodka, I think."

He squirted more appletini into her mouth.

"Tastes okay to me." She said. "How did you like…everything?"

"I hated it."

She frowned. "I can remember when you loved to make love to me. It was this morning, as a matter of fact."

"This I hated. I can see Rook going undercover to help Nikki, but he'd never sexually assault her to prove himself to the gang. He loves her too much to hurt her like that. Just like I love you too much to hurt you like that. To do something like that to you."

"Which is what you just did to me." She argued.

"With your full consent and cooperation. But in the book, Nikki's rape becomes public, she's humiliated. Do you think I could ever do something like that to you? I know how much you've suffered. And I know how much of it was my fault."

"Your fault? Do you have any idea how much joy you've given me? Any pain is miniscule, and mostly my fault." She kissed him. "I love you, Rick."

"I love you, too. And I still feel bad for everything I ever did to hurt you. And I know I did, Kate."

"Well, as long as you don't write a dedication like, "To the remarkable KC, who let me fuck her in the middle of our living room to get chapter eight right."

"Never." He said with a laugh.

She picked up her own sidearm and shot a stream into his mouth.

"A mojito?"

She nodded and put the squirt gun in her own mouth and pulled the trigger. "You know, there is a way this might work."

"No. I'm not going to let anything like this happen to Nikki. Kate, everyone knows you're Nikki. People will think I abuse you if I put anything like this in the book. Forget it."

She stood up. "But what if Nikki is the one to go undercover? And she has to prove herself to the gang by sexually attacking a certain ruggedly handsome writer?" She looked down at him. "Come into the bedroom with me and bring the cuffs."

"Remember, my safe word is…appletini."