Authors note:
This is a story based on Castle. Both the actresses and the characters in the story are over 18.
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Detective Kate Beckett loved Richard Castle. Under the circumstances it would sound like a ridiculous lie if she said that out loud, but it was true. She did love him, as much as she'd ever loved a man. He was what she wanted, what she had been wanting for a very, very long time. But he wasn't what she needed. No, that privilege belongs to another Castle, the one who was currently kneeling before her wearing nothing but a black collar with a tag reading Property of Detective Beckett.
This wasn't something she'd gone looking for, or something she even had before. All of her other relationships had been fairly vanilla, and the few times she had been with a woman had been nothing but one night stands and brief sex filled flings. Now all of a sudden she found herself celebrating a two-year anniversary with a girl half her age who she had done unspeakable things too, things she could have never imagined herself actually doing to anyone, let alone the daughter of the man she loved... but this girl just bought something out of her she couldn't really understand, or justify.
Beckett, who referred to herself by her second name even in her own head, knew this was wrong on so many levels and had reminded herself of each and every one of them ever since this had started. She had hated herself, screamed into the mirror and made up her mind to end it once and for all a million times and yet whenever she was with Alexis she could barely even bring up the subject of putting a stop to this. Now, she decided, would be the last time she would try and end it.
As she normally did when coming home to find Alexis kneeling in front of her Beckett close and locked the door and then just enjoy it the sight of her sex slave's young, naked body. Honestly Beckett wasn't sure what was more breath-taking, that beautiful body or the wonderfully submissive position, the well-trained sub even keeping her head down until told otherwise.
Then, also as normal, Beckett stepped forward so she could gently run her fingers through soft red hair before addressing her pet, "I've spent most of my day trying to decide whether I want to find you here."
Without looking up the redhead enquired a timid voice, "And?"
"And I still haven't decided." Beckett smiled, continuing to pet her bitch for a few seconds before she asked, "Was there any second thoughts on your end? Ever?
It was a question Alexis had answered many times but she had been taught to treat each time like the first because it was important that she made it clear to the older woman that she was telling her the truth. This time round it helped that looking the brunette in the eye meant lifting her head without permission and thus earning herself a future punishment. That made her seem serious, although knowing the importance of her actions Alexis didn't need to fake her serious tone or the look on her face.
"No Mistress Beckett. Since the very first time you took me I have never doubted who or what I really am, and I'm thankful beyond description to you for showing me. I have also never doubted I want to be yours. It's the one thing I crave more than anything, and I would do anything for it. I would do anything for you, Mistress Beckett." Alexis said softly and firmly, certainly proud of herself that her words didn't sound rehearsed despite the fact that they were.
There was a long silence and then the brunette spoke softly, "Follow me."
"Yes Mistress." Alexis said softly but clearly, waiting until the older woman had walked past her before she turned and crawled after her on her hands and knees.
Alexis expected to follow her Mistress to the couch as normal, the faintest of smiles crossing her face as she recalled all the times she had helped the detective unwind from a long day by kissing/rubbing her feet, often after cleaning her boots with her tongue. Then the redhead would spend at least an hour in between the older woman's thighs before her Mistress fucked her, sometimes right there on the couch.
Instead the brunette walked directly into her bedroom, Alexis not even considering complaining as her training wouldn't allow it and the very thought of that room had her almost literally trembling with anticipation. In reality she mostly maintained her calm demeanour, not because her mistress demanded it but acting too eager could earn her a harsh punishment, and while Alexis wanted to avoid displeasing the dominant older woman at all times tonight she particularly wanted to avoid upsetting her. Not just because she wasn't in the mood for a serious ass whipping tonight, but because it could lead to a special treat being taken away.
Because of that special treat it was impossible for Alexis to hide her excitement completely, then again she was sure she always looked a little excited whenever she received the honour of being in Mistress Beckett's presence. Especially when she once again found herself kneeling at her feet, Mistress Beckett taking a seat on the bed and then waiting while Alexis practically creamed herself in anticipation.
Eventually the older woman let out a sigh, as if she was bored or even annoyed by Alexis's presence, and then slightly stuck out her right foot, "Lick my boots."