Kate’s Secret Submission (Castle)

Kate’s Secret Submission (Castle)

A/N: Kate's Secret Submission was actually originally two different commissioned stories, one titled Kate's Secret and the other a spiritual successor of the first called Kate's Submission. Posting them here and now in a one-shot for readers to enjoy.

Summary: When Kate goes to Rogan alone to get him to sign the divorce papers, he doesn't want a favor. He just wants her. What follows is an awakening for the beautiful detective.

Themes: Humiliation, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Breeding

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She'd told Castle that she needed to go this alone, and that's what she was doing. But she was beginning to regret not having her fiancé at her side, especially now that she was back at Rogan's apartment, alone with the man.

"You want me to what?!"

Rogan O'Leary, her first husband, not that she'd ever known it. They'd apparently been married for fifteen years and Kate had never found out about it. How the hell was that supposed to work? It didn't matter though, because Kate Beckett, NYPD Detective, was going to marry Richard Castle. She just needed to get the man in front of her to sign the divorce papers currently clutched in a white knuckled fist.

Her current husband gives her a smarmy smile as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"It's been a while Kate. You grew up from a pretty girl to be a fine woman. As your husband, it seems only right that I get to partake a little. You give me a couple hours of your time and I sign those papers and we never see each other, ever again."

Kate sputters, wide eyed at his nonchalant attitude, after what he just proposed to her.

"It's not just a couple hours of my time Rogan! You want me to... you want me t-!"

"Have sex with me? Yep. Hey, you're not married yet right? So it's not like you're breaking any vows. I bet you've been fucking Castle for months now, we both know you're not the kind of girl to wait for the wedding night. So, I guess that means you've been cheating on ME with HIM. I imagine you've had a lot of guys over the years. This is just me getting my due as your lawful husband."

Kate's lips curl back in a snarl, even as her heart races right alongside her mind. She's trying to see a way out of this, while also trying to tamp down on her growing arousal.

"... You scumbag."

Rogan just shrugs his shoulders, completely unbothered by her insult.

"If that's a no, there's the door Kate. You can leave anytime you want. I'm not forcing you to do anything."

They both know he is and that's the worst part. Because Detective Kate Beckett has a secret. She's not sure if Rogan knows it, he very well might given he was one of her first flames and she was drunk around him more than any other man she ever dated. Still, it doesn't matter whether he knows or not. What matters is that he's currently hitting on Kate's deepest desires, unknowing or otherwise. The woman has always secretly loved rough sex, humiliation, degradation. She's fantasized about being taken and used by men more times than she can count.

It never went far with any of the men she dated over the years though. She wasn't about to break out the bondage equipment and ball gags that she sometimes used on herself to masturbate with. If it got out that she was a secret fetishist of that nature, her career in Law Enforcement would at the very least take a dive, and might even be completely irreparable. Her reputation as a strong, proud female detective of the NYPD made her a bit of a trailblazer and Beckett couldn't ruin that, not for her own sick, twisted desires.

Rick had been the first man Kate had felt comfortable telling this to. Only, to her utter shock and dismay, Castle was too prudish. He didn't like the idea of hurting her, physically or emotionally. He didn't want to humiliate or degrade her, he just wanted to love her and the Writer didn't seem to understand that he could satisfy her desires AND love her at the same time.

Castle was a good man and Kate was happy to be with him, but in the end, sex with him was vanilla. And here Rogan was, not just offering something that she'd wanted for a long time, but practically forcing her to go through with it. There were no more excuses for the proud Detective to hide behind. If she gave herself to the man before her, he'd sign the papers and she could marry Castle. It was the only way. That made this okay... right?

"... What do you want me to do Rogan?"

His face, casually indifferent up till this point, blossoms into a wide, wicked grin. He knows he's won and Kate shudders in equal parts disgust and shameful arousal as he eyes her up and down and licks his lips.

"To start with, you call me sir for the duration of our time together, alright? And you make sure you fucking mean it. I can hear the derision in your voice every time I hear my name. That stops now. Do you understand?"

Kate's face is feeling hot and she knows she's flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. His tone is so domineering, his words so commanding. How can she not get aroused? Her eyes lower to the ground and she nods carefully.

"Yes sir."

There's a grunt of satisfaction and she looks back up to see Rogan smirking.

"Good. That's very good. Put the papers down on kitchen counter and let's take this to the bedroom. I'm going to have some fun with you before we part ways Kate."

She can't help but shiver. She's not afraid that Rogan will have fun with her, she knows he will. At this point, Kate is more afraid that SHE'LL have fun with HIM. Doing as he says, Kate follows Rogan into the bedroom, where he promptly turns around and sits down on the bed, looking at her appraisingly. She moves to join him on the edge of the bed, but he puts out a hand and stops her.

"No. Not yet. You have to earn the right to be on this bed with me slut. Let's start with a strip tease instead. Keep your hair up in a ponytail though, I like it like that. Take it slow, make it sensual and sexy. If I'm not hard by the time you're done, you've fucked up."

Kate shuts her eyes tight, her thighs rubbing together as her arousal begins to soak her panties. She nods to show she understands and then she begins. Her movements are stilted and halting as she slowly shirks off her leather jacket first and foremost. She goes to fold it up and set it aside, but Rogan stops her.

"No Kate. Being responsible with your clothes is not sexy. I said SEXY."

His entire attitude towards her as changed to as demeaning as possible... and its everything Kate has always wanted, even if she didn't want it to come from here. She wishes it was Castle in Rogan's place, but it's not. This is what she's stuck with and if she has to do it anyways to get the divorce papers signed, then it's alright if she enjoys it just a little right?

Obeying Rogan, Kate drops her jacket to the ground and continues on with the strip. Her shirt follows, leaving her in just a black, conservative bra. Then she kicks off her shoes and moves onto her jeans. Feeling a bit inspired by Rogan's desire for a 'sensual' strip show, Kate does the only sexy move she can think of. She turns away from Rogan as she slides her jeans off her ass, bending down slowly and arching her back in a way she hopes frames her toned behind as she pulls her pants all the way down to her ankles and then carefully steps out of them. Kicking them off probably wouldn't be sexy.

There she stands, down to her underwear. Her black bra and black panties match her equally black socks but Kate isn't sure what she should be doing next. She stands there in front of her current husband, the man she hasn't seen in fifteen years and shifts uncertainly from foot to foot as he studies her appreciatively.

"Damn Kate, you've really got a rocking bod. I'm glad you decided to become a cop, because you are one fine piece of ass now. Come here slut."

She walks forward, feeling uncharacteristically skittish. But then, this isn't a situation Kate has ever been in before. It's one she's fantasized about several times, but it's not something she's ever truly lived. Being derided and degraded for her choice to become a cop was something that featured heavily in her darker desires though. Having Rogan use it against her was just making her all the wetter, shamefully enough.

As soon as she steps within range of Rogan's grasp, he grabs her by the arms and pulls her down to his level. His lips smack against hers as she squirms weakly and ineffectually in his grip. The half-naked Detective can do nothing but give in as Rogan's tongue pushes past her pliant, soft lips and into her mouth. He explores it with his flexible muscle, her own tongue immediately giving up ground and surrendering to his.

When he pulls back, Kate is blushing and breathless, panting through parted lips and staring at him with wide eyes. In return, Rogan is grinning back up at her.

"There's the slut I used to know. You were always such a submissive little whore when you were drunk Beckett. Now I see that was just the real woman lying behind the mask. The alcohol didn't change you, it just peeled back your layers to reveal what was underneath all along, didn't it?"

Kate doesn't reply at first, unwilling to admit he's right. Rogan growls and grabs her by her chin, squeezing his fingers into her cheeks.

"Say it bitch!"

Crying out in surprise, the Detective can't help herself, the words flow right from her lips.

"Yes! You're right sir, you're right! I'm just a slut, a submissive cunt for your c-cock!"

She clamps up after that little outburst, staring at Rogan with horrified eyes. He's satisfied though, grinning almost ferally as he uses his grip on her to drag her down to his crotch, forcing her to her knees in the process lest she be bent over in an awkward position. With Kate in nothing but her underwear, knelt between his spread legs, Rogan looks immensely pleased as he shifts his grip from her chin to her ponytail, pulling her face in and rubbing it against the front of his pants.

Its humiliating and Kate can feel the pulsating bulge of his thick prick beneath the fabric as he forces her to nuzzle him. A fresh flood of arousal goes through the woman's body and it's all she can do to keep from moaning wantonly, though she knows she probably won't be able to resist for much longer.

"Take it out cunt. I'm sure even a stupid slutty detective like you knows what to do with it from there."

"Y-Yes sir..."

The words of agreement fall from her lips unbidden. He hadn't asked her a question after all, merely given her an order. She needn't have said a thing, only obeyed. And yet she does anyways, unable to help herself. Reaching forward, Kate's fingers are shaking as she unbuckles Rogan's belt. His button and zipper follows soon after and he lifts himself up for a moment so that she can pull his pants down his legs a bit.

His cock is tenting his boxers when Kate finally puts her fingers under the hem and pulls the elastic undergarment back. Her mouth parts in a wide O as she finally see's Rogan's dick. It's bigger than Castle's and Kate is ashamed to admit that that is her first reaction to seeing it. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the scent of Rogan's shaft and perhaps it's just her mind playing tricks on her, but she gets a heady feeling from the smell of his masculine, domineering musk.

His hand is still holding onto the base of her ponytail and when he tugs at it with a grunt, Kate knows that she's lingered too long. Opening up her full, soft lips, the beautiful detective leans forward and takes the tip of Rogan's shaft inside of her wet, waiting mouth. Rogan groans as she presses her lips down on his cock and slides more and more of him into her face hole.

"That's right slut, just like that. Fuck yeah, you little cop whore."

She's not technically a cop, but the meaning is clear and her arousal only grows alongside her humiliation. If those under her could see her now, what would they think of Kate Beckett? Nothing good, she knows that much. What would Castle think? The thought of him knowing sends a shudder of guilty pleasure through Kate's body and she hums around Rogan's length as a result, sending delicious vibrations up his shaft that cause him to groan even louder.

"God Kate, you were a good little cocksucker, but I'd expected your skills to take a dive considering your occupation. Just how many witnesses have you been sucking off to get your cases solved, huh?"

None of course, though the insinuation just makes Kate even wetter. She's not about to stop what she's doing in order to tell Rogan that she practices near daily with dildos. It's been a long time since she can masturbate to completion without something in her mouth, and given Castle just doesn't sexually satisfy her most of the time, Kate ends up masturbating a lot.

Rogan wouldn't care anyways, he's too focused on demeaning her as she gives him the best blowjob she can. She wants him to be happy, NEEDS him to be happy... so that he'll sign the papers of course. There's no other reason for her enthusiasm or eagerness, regardless of just how dripping wet her tight little cunt is right now.

"Fuck, I'm already getting close. Touch yourself bitch, and open fucking wide."

Her hands immediately fall away from his cock and dive down into her black panties as she desperately shoves three fingers into her aching pussy at once. At the same time, Rogan tightens his grip on her ponytail and places his free hand on top of her head as well. Holding her steady, he begins to drive her down his shaft, all while thrusting forward into her mouth. He very quickly goes past the point that Kate has always been afraid to. Right down the back of her throat.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Kate's eyes water and involuntary tears quickly begin to fall as Rogan starts to fuck her face with all of his strength. Her makeup and mascara immediately start to run through and even though Rogan had said he was getting close, the brutal forced deep-throating continues on for several long minutes. In the end, Kate manages to bring herself to completion before Rogan finally cums. Her exquisite cries are muffled by his pistoning shaft and send vibrations up it that cause him to let out a vicious shout.

A moment later, he's seeding her throat with his cum, even as he pulls out at the last second and gets the majority of his white hot, sticky discharge on her face. Kate flinches as he cums all over her face, but she does not shy away more than that, her eyes squeezed shut as he paints her features white.

"Fuck yeah, that's such a good look for you, cunt. God I've missed this. Probably going to miss you too, once this is all over."

Kate blushes slightly at the candid remark, even as Rogan looks down at her appraisingly. After a moment, he smirks.

"Still, it was fun to paint your face one last time. We're far from done though. On the bed with you slut."

He lets go of her hair finally and Kate scrambles to obey, climbing onto the bed and remaining pliable and obedient when Rogan grabs her and forces her onto her hands and knees, shuddering when he tells her that that's the position a bitch like her belongs in. As he looms over her submissive form, his hands come up to the back of her bra and he quickly undoes it. Her breasts fall free of their confines even as he pulls her bra out from under her and tosses it negligently from the bed.

He quickly takes hold of her tits, rubbing his softened prick against her panty-clad ass as he molested and kneads her soft mammaries.

"I missed these puppies as well. You grew a bit since we last saw each other I think. You're definitely still as perky as you were fifteen years ago Beckett. Tell me Detective, do you identify as a cow?"

The sudden question throws the moaning woman as she rubs her ass back against his cock, even as it slowly grows hard once more.

"I... what?"

Rogan's hands grip a little harder and his fingers pinch at her nipples, elongating them.

"Stupid slut. With udders like these, you're a fucking cow, aren't you? Not just a bitch in heat, not just a whorish cunt, but a damn cow, made for my pleasure. Say it Kate. Tell me what you are."

As he mauls her tits and Kate in turn feels even more humiliation at his words, she finds herself obeying nonetheless, her pussy lips leaking arousal at an even faster rate now, her panties liberally doused in her sexual fluids by this point.

"I-I'm a cow! M-My big fat udders and m-my body were made for your pleasure sir!"

Rogan just laughs, as if he can't believe she actually said it. He leans back from his position molded over her frame and his hands leave her reddened tits, much to her disappointment. Instead they move to her firm, toned ass and he grabs the hem of her panties, tugging them down almost contemptuously to expose her behind and her cunt.

He pauses and Kate's eyes squeeze shut in shame as she hears the incredulity in his voice. For a second, Rogan breaks character.

"Holy shit, you're actually enjoying this. I'd thought you were just going along with it all to get me to sign the papers, but you've soaked your panties through you dumb little cunt. Does your future husband know you're this perverted?"

Kate shudders and nods slowly.

"H-He knows..."

Rogan laughs as he brings a palm down on one side of her ass, causing a yelp to leave her lips even as he turns the smack into a grip and begins to knead her exceptional behind.

"Lucky man."

"H-He doesn't... he won't treat me like this. He doesn't want to. T-This is the first time any man has treated me like this... sir."

Kate doesn't know why she can't stop talking. She's telling Rogan things she wouldn't want anyone with the kind of power he currently has over her to know. And yet there it is, she's just revealed the truth to him. Rogan pauses again, before a bark of laughter leaves his throat.

"Oh, that's just precious. My little Kate, crawling back to the man who used her oh so well after fifteen long years, because nobody else can treat her quite like I can."

That's not exactly the way things went, given she was here to get a fucking divorce, but Kate knew she was in no position to argue. A whimper leaves her throat when she finally feels Rogan's cockhead pressed up against her ready-and-waiting pussy lips. When he begins to push into her from behind, Kate claws at the bedding beneath her and moans wantonly, unable to stop the treacherous sound from escaping through her lips.

Kate had already known Rogan was bigger than Castle. But it was one thing to know something intellectually, and something else entirely to experience that truth first hand. In and in Rogan went, his massive member disappearing inside of her needy whorish cunt inch by inch. Kate mewled pathetically, when she wasn't moaning or groaning for more.

Eventually, he had enough of himself inside of her that he could let go of his cock and grasp her hips. There was a simple moment where everything froze up. He was inside of her, unmoving, and she was on her hands and knees like a good little cunt, submitting to her Master. Then, Rogan thrust forward and Kate cried out, climaxing immediately as he began to fuck her with rapid, deep strokes.

Her body shook with both her orgasm and his rough, fast pace and her mouth opened in a continuous moan as her pussy juices flooded the length of his shaft and sprayed out onto the bed beneath them, making his passage in and out of her even easier. Rogan was plowing her like an animal right out the gate, mounting her like a damn beast.

But if he was the beast, what was she? She was even lower than an animal, submitting to the domineering man currently having his way with her. It was all of her fantasies brought to life in one beautiful moment. Here she was, being fucked as roughly as she'd always wanted by a man who had no business being inside of her. Rogan was using her as his personal cunt. She was less than human to him, just a cow for him to fuck as he pleased.

Kate shuddered and rapidly approached another climax, but that was when her phone rang and brought everything to a grinding stand still. The flustered, red-faced woman froze up and then after a moment Rogan began to pull out of her. She spun to look at him over her shoulder, not daring to leave her position on the bed.

"W-What are you doing?!"

"Stay there. I'll get it."

She's horrified, but at this point the desire to obey is too engrained to overcome her fear of who could be calling. In the end, the worst and most likely option is the correct one. Rogan looks at her phone and grins, coming back over to her with it in hand and his cock swinging about as he holds it out to her.

"Your fiancé I assume?"

It is. It's Rick calling and Kate whimpers as she stares between the buzzing screen of her smartphone and Rogan's smirking face. Of course, by this point the call ends and goes to voicemail. Rogan holds out the no longer buzzing phone to her and Kate takes it fearfully, wondering at what he wants. The man gets back onto the bed behind her, grabs her ass with his hands and begins to rub his slickened, lubed up cock between her butt cheeks, hot dogging her even as he gives her his fateful order.

"Well? It'd be rude not to call him back Kate. Go on. Do it."

Kate moans like the lewd little whore they both know she is, her hips pushing back into his massive cock and her eyes going crossed from pleasure. When she doesn't immediately response, Rogan rears back his free hand and brings it down on her ass again, causing even her toned behind to ripple from the sheer force behind the smack.

"T-TWO WEEKS! It's t-two weeks from now!"

Rogan grunts in acknowledgment at that, even as he continues to fuck her. His cock pistons in and out of her sopping wet tunnel without pause, and though her insides try to grip and squeeze his member, it's to no avail. She can't stop the onslaught of pleasure on her senses, nor can she stop the way her own body reacts to him. Kate is soon squealing her way through an orgasm as Rogan pounds into her, and the man that she'd once unknowingly married doesn't let up for even a second.

"Two whole weeks, huh? That's plenty of time."

Before she can even try to figure out what that means, he's cumming. His seed flows into her unprotected womb, and after her failure to get him to wear a condom, Kate is painfully aware of every last spurt of hot, sticky ejaculate as it paints her insides white. And then he's pulling out of her and dragging her off of the back of the couch by her hair, forcing her down onto her knees, even with her pants still bunched up around them.

His cock is sliding into her open mouth a moment later, and Rogan doesn't have to say anything for Kate to begin cleaning him off. Their eyes meet, and her tongue begins to swish back and forth, her lips suctioning down as she swallows their combined juices off of his messy member. For a brief time, that's all she does, but the moment she's done, Rogan pulls out of her mouth and pushes her away violently, sneering down at her.

"Get out of those clothes. Cows like you don't wear clothing."

Then, he walks away. He doesn't wait to see if she'll follow his order, and he doesn't seem to worry that she might choose to leave. But then, why would he? He hasn't kidnapped her, he isn't holding her against her will. Kate is here of her own volition, and contrary to her desire to 'flush him out of her system', she wants it more than ever before. She wants to him to humiliate her, to use her and abuse her. She wants... she wants the only man in the world to treat her as she deserves to be treated.

Standing, the female Detective strips down to nothing, removing her clothing altogether by the time Rogan comes back. He returns with a collar, and points at the ground. Kate goes red when she sees it, flushing and blushing with both anticipation and embarrassment. She's never been more turned on, as she kneels on the ground and gets her hair out of the way, baring her neck so that he can put the collar on her, which he does.

"When you're in my home, this is the only thing you're allowed to wear. You hear me?"

Trembling on her knees wearing nothing but a dog collar, Kate whimpers, but ultimately nods.

"Beg me to fuck you, bitch. Beg me to put a baby in you."

Kate inhales sharply at that, and her nostrils flare as she stares at the ground for a moment. But in the end...

"F-Fuck me, please. I want... I want you t-to breed me."

Oh god, that was the sexiest thing she'd ever said. And him making her say it... she'd never been more turned on. Though, when Rogan proceeds to push her down onto her back, spread her legs apart with his hands under each knee and thrust into her creampied cunt again, it's a damn close second. Kate's eyes roll back in her head as he fills her with his cock once more, and her mouth forms into an O as a continuous, throaty moan exits her lips.

The gorgeous woman looks absolutely nothing like the femme fatale persona that she presents to the rest of the world in this moment. There's no trace of Kate Beckett, respected and decorated NYPD Detective. All there is, is Kate the Bitch, getting fucked by the only man who sees her for who she really is.

Rogan grunts as he fucks her, and after a moment, he reaches out and grabs her by her tits, groping and squeezing them roughly.

"Just as much a cow as last time I see. Where do you get off having such big fucking udders, you stupid whore?"

Kate moans, even moos a little as he abuses her chest, and it's not long before his thrusting gets sporadic and altogether random. And then he's cumming again, and Kate is cumming with him, her climax shameful and embarrassing and all the more titillating exactly for that purpose. But Rogan doesn't stop there. He wouldn't be the man that she could be herself around if he did. They fuck in every room of his apartment, in every pose that Kate can imagine and then some.

They fuck so much that Kate runs out of dirty, humiliating things to say about herself, and when the time finally comes for her to exclaim how much of a whorish cow bimbo she is again, she lets something slip that changes EVERYTHING. Rogan is ball's deep inside of her trembling, quivering quim, pulling on her hair and fucking her prone when Kate screams out the truth.

"I'm such a whore for you cock that I haven't even filed the d-divorce papers yet!"

She didn't think there was anything that could bring the man currently buried inside of her to a standstill once he got going, but that does it. Rogan stops dead in his tracks for a second, his cock still filling her to the brim, still stretching her pussy lips nice and wide as he stares at her.

"You haven't?"

Kate can scarcely believe what she's just admitted to. She should have done it that very same day, when he humiliated her and she'd had the strength to delete the recording and leave for her new life with Rick... but even then, her strength had clearly already been waning, because she'd put it off then, and in the days that followed, as the desire to see Rogan again had grown more and more, she'd put it out of her mind entirely.

Now here they were, weeks later, and though she'd gotten him to sign the divorce papers all that time ago, they were still married. This realization, this knowledge... it seems to flip some sort of switch within the man currently on top of her, prone-boning her. Leaning down, Rogan is surprisingly tender as he curls Kate's sweat-soaked hair back behind an ear, his hot breath breathing over her sensitive lobe.

"Change of plans, bitch. By the end of this weekend, I'm going to convince you to drop that sad sack of shit and become my sexy little wife-pet. Got it?"

Kate whimpers in response, but that's all Rogan needs to hear apparently, because he starts fucking her again soon after. And as her eyes cross and she climaxes again and again around his cock... the perverted Detective doesn't for one second doubt that he'll succeed.

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It's the day of her wedding. She should be happy. But... but she's not. Even all done up in a gorgeous white wedding dress, her red hair looking gorgeous and her face all prettied and what not with makeup and the like... Kate is less happy, less excited... and more nervous. After all, she's still got to worry about her not-quite-an-ex yet.

A shiver runs down Kate's spine, and she bites her lower lip to contain the whimper that threatens to leave the female Detective's throat as the place betwixt her thighs immediately starts to moisten at the mere THOUGHT of Rogan O'Leary. He was the only man who'd ever known how to treat her. Like a bitch in heat, who needed to be fucked and slapped and knocked around a little until she knew her place.

N-No! T-That was the old Kate! That was the young girl who hadn't known what she wanted to do with her life yet! And yet... and yet, a treacherous voice in the back of Kate Beckett's head questions her on that. Was this really what she wanted to do with the rest of her life? Did she really want to marry Rick, did she really want to remain a Detective with the NYPD?

The answer should have been yes. The answer was yes, Kate internally screamed at herself! And yet... hadn't she already accomplished her goal. The entire reason behind her joining the NYPD, the whole purpose of becoming a Detective... it'd been to find her mother's killer. Kate liked to think that she'd fallen in love with the job itself along the way, but ever since she'd arrested William Bracken on live television, in the midst of him announcing his plan to run for President, there'd been a sort of satisfaction in her gut that made everything else she did as a Detective feel almost... meaningless.

It was as if, after solving her mother's murder and bringing the true mastermind behind her death to justice, Kate was left with a bunch of shades of gray, making her way through life doing what was expected of her, rather than what SHE wanted to do. Until... u-until that first time with Rogan, in his apartment. Until he'd extorted her for sex. It felt like a lifetime ago now but was only a couple months.

And then, a few weeks back, she'd gone and done it again. Kate knew that it was wrong. She knew she shouldn't have cheated on Rick not once, but twice, even if it was just to get the divorce papers signed. And yet, she'd done it anyways. She'd let that man, her current husband even, at least for the moment, use and abuse her to his heart's content. And she'd LOVED it. Kate could at least admit that to herself, even as she sat there in her wedding dress, alone in a side room of the church where her and Rick were due to get married in just a few more hours.

But it didn't make it any less wrong. She couldn't keep doing it, she couldn't stay with Rogan, even if he did bring something into her life that she hadn't known she was going without. The NYPD needed her. Rick needed her. Kate h-had responsibilities, which meant it was time for her to stop being a slut-whore of epic proportions and time to start her new life as Richard Castle's wife.

And yet, she was still afraid. Not OF Rogan... but of what she would do if Rogan found her. How she would react to what HE might do, if he found her. That was why Kate had pushed the wedding back several weeks, and even gone so far as to change venues so that he couldn't show up today and ruin everything. Even if part of her did want him to ruin everything, she knew she couldn't allow it.

No, today would go perfectly, and Kate Beckett would become Kate Castle. She would marry Rick, and it would even be official, because she had the divorce papers right here, signed by both her and Rogan, ready for the courier that should be arriving any minute to take them to the courthouse. She'd already greased the wheels a little bit, even if it felt a lot like paying a bribe, to make sure that the divorce paperwork was processed before her and Rick's marriage documents would be.

Everything was going to be just fine. Everything was going to- a knock at the door to the room she's in startles Kate out of her thoughts. That must be the courier now. Standing up, the beautiful red head moves over to where the envelope holding the divorce documents is, even as she calls out to the door.

"Come in, I'm decent!"

She's turned away when the door opens, and then closes, and as such, she doesn't see who enters, at least not at first. So, she keeps talking as if she's speaking to the courier, come to pick up her paperwork.

"Thank you for going out of your way for this, it's very-!"

Of course, the moment that she turns around and lays eyes on exactly who's entered the room (and closed and locked the door behind him) Kate freezes up, the words dying on her tongue as she takes in the visage of a grinning Rogan O'Leary, one of his eyebrows cocked at her.

"Oh, don't worry darling. This wasn't that far out of my way. As for decent... I'm sure we can change that quickly enough."

Kate's breath hitches, and her pussy almost immediately floods her white, lacy panties beneath the wedding dress. When Rogan begins to stalk towards her, Kate backs up, none of the usual confidence or inner strength that the femme fatale has shown coming to the forefront when face to face with THIS particular man. She's put away bad guys of all types, and even physically taken down more than a few creeps in her time.

But Rogan isn't just some creep, and she can't fight him. She... she never could. Though, as he closes the distance with her and wraps one hand around the back of her head, lacing fingers through her hair and dragging her into a kiss, Kate does squirm a bit, struggling minutely, though not at all effectively. She whimpers as Rogan nips at her lip, before sliding his tongue right into her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he's got a solid grip on her hair, and the rest of her is currently pressed up against the wall.

He kisses her, and Kate is helpless to do much beyond let it happen. She could attack him, sure... but the thought of doing so doesn't even cross the dazed red head's mind as their tongues dance together, as he dominates the impromptu makeout session just like he's dominated every last bit of their time together. Grasping at straws, trying to find anything at all to keep herself afloat, Kate forces herself to remember how they'd split apart all those years ago in the first place.

She'd wanted to continue her career, to become a Detective, to rise as high as she could. But even back then, Rogan had been a controlling man, and he'd demanded that she become his baby-maker, that she give up on her dreams and live as a stay-at-home mother, as his dutiful and lawful wife. It had been he who'd pushed for them to get married that day, the marriage that Kate hadn't even known was VALID for the longest time.

She had broken up with him, because back then, when she was younger, she still had so much fire in her. And her proclivities, her sexually submissive nature... it hadn't bled over into the other aspects of her life. So, while she was happy to have Rogan boss her around in the bedroom, tying her up, slapping her, fucking her senseless night after night, her actual life was where she'd drawn the line... and it had eventually seen the two of them breaking up over it.

But that had all been because of her mother, hadn't it? The treacherous little voice in the back of Kate's head is back again, but with the blood rushing through her and Rogan's lips on hers and his tongue intertwined with her tongue, it wasn't so little or so quiet anymore. The only reason she hadn't said yes to Rogan back at Stanford, the only reason she hadn't become his baby mama and his stay-at-home wife, was because she'd NEEDED to solve her mother's murder.

And with age had come a tempering that nobody who knew Kate Beckett now would have ever realized. But it was the truth, she'd been far more of an opinionated little spitfire when she was younger than now. She'd actually cooled off a LOT. And... the window to start a family was rapidly passing her by. It was half of the reason for why she'd said yes to Rick when he'd popped the question in the first place.

Who did she really want a family with though? Rick, who played nice and truly loved her, but didn't understand her? Or Rogan, who treated her like she was less than him, who treated her just like she oh-so-secretly wanted to be treated. She didn't know what to do. She didn't- oomph!

In the midst of Kate's inner debate, while she's struggling with all of the thoughts roiling through her mind, her turmoil distracting her immensely from what's happening in the real world, Rogan has not been idle. He's turned her away from the wall as she's stopped resisting him, and quite suddenly, Kate finds herself on her back on the bed nearby, a small bed meant for guests of the church, but a step or two above a cot, at least.

Looking up, she finds Rogan working open his belt, grinning wickedly at her as he licks his lips, her lipstick all over his face from where it'd come off while they were kissing.

"Today's the day, Kate. Today's the day we reaffirm our vows, don't you think?"

And then he's on top of her. Kate whimpers, and once again puts some modicum of effort into resisting. But not anything actually substantial. She never says no, something she's sure Rogan takes into account. She never screams for help, even if Detective Kate Beckett would have been loathe to do so anyways. And most importantly of all, she doesn't knee Rogan right in his exposed ball sack when the opportunity presents itself.

She lets the chance to escape pass her by even as she's moaning and shaking her head back and forth like a damsel in distress rather than the femme fatale she is. She lets Rogan spread her legs apart quite forcibly, she lets him grab her wrists and drag her arms up over her head. He kisses her again, even as he pins her down with his weight, and Kate whimpers as she feels his cockhead press against her panties. He rubs up into the white, lacy undergarments for a time while their tongues wrestle in between their mouths again, before eventually he pulls away from her lips a couple of inches, looking down into her eyes.

His rubbing begins to have more of an effect than just making her wetter. His cockhead pushes her panties aside all on its own, and finds purchase up against her bared, sopping wet cunt lips.

"For better, for worse... I'm never letting you go, you naughty little slut-bitch."

Kate shudders beneath him at the perversion of traditional wedding vows, but before she can say anything, even if she could think of something to say, he's inside of her, thrusting deep, DEEP into her cunt. A cry leaves Kate's lips, but it's swallowed up by Rogan's own as he preempts the noise she creates and covers her mouth with his own for a moment, even while fucking her with fast, rapid thrusts.

When Kate has quieted down to a whimpering, gasping sort of noise every time his cock thrusts deep inside of her, Rogan pulls back and continues, a wicked grin spread from cheek to cheek.

"I, Rogan O'Leary, claim you, Kate Beckett, as my lawfully wedded wife. You aren't getting away from me, you horny little slut. I'm never letting you go. We're married, till death do us part."

Tears stream down Kate's cheeks, ruining her mascara, but they aren't tears of despair or horror or fear... they're tears of happiness. She finds herself nodding as Rogan fucks her, finds herself HAPPY as he takes away her agency and claims her like she's his property, rather than his wife. He doesn't ask her for her opinion, he doesn't give her a choice as he tried to do before. He takes the choice away from her and makes it for the both of them... and Kate LOVES it.

Her legs, clad in lacy white stockings, come up and wrap around his waist as he continues to fuck her in her wedding dress, taking her right there and then in the Place of God that she's supposed to be getting married to another man in, in just a few hours. But somehow, Kate doesn't think God would mind all that much, if the divine being DOES exist. After all, Rogan is her lawful husband. Rogan is the man she married, even if by accident, all those years ago. Divorcing him and marrying Rick instead... well, that would be going against the Word of God, wouldn't it?

Kate shudders and experiences an orgasm when Rogan suddenly reaches out and grabs her viciously by her jaw, squeezing painfully all while still fucking her. Once she recovers from the sudden climax, he forces her to look up at him, to look him in the eye as he leans in close, grinning and sneering at her, all at the same time.

"Well? This isn't a one-sided affair, slut."

Whimpering, Kate finally finds the words. They're just not the words to get him to stop, as she originally thought she wanted. Instead, the gorgeous crimson-haired femme fatale breaks, not for the first time, beneath her handsome, domineering husband. Licking her lips, she clings to him with her legs and arms as she speaks around his clenching fingers.

"I, K-Kate Beckett, f-fully submit to you, as y-your wife... and your pet. I pledge myself to you from this day forward, I belong to you and only you, Rogan O'Leary!"

And then he cums inside of her. Kate cries out again as he does so, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him close. She can only imagine the stupid look on her face, her eyes crossed, and her mouth formed into an o, out of which moans are coming as she cums alongside him, his seed pumping into her, filling her up... though not quite in the same way that it would normally.

Regardless, they both spend a moment resting, a moment recovering from what just happened. Then, Rogan pulls out of her and gets off of her, leaving Kate to get up, her wedding dress thoroughly disheveled, but still fairly manageable. His cum is already dripping out of her freshly fucked quim beneath it though, sliding down her legs.

Rogan stands off to the side, watching her, waiting to see what she'll do next. Kate... slowly stands up. Her legs are shaky as she makes her way over to where she'd put the divorce papers down again, not even remembering doing it. She picks up the envelope that contains them and draws the documents themselves out of said envelope.

Her dearly beloved husband-master watches her as she tosses the envelope aside, and then grips tightly at the papers, beginning to tear them up. She tears once, and then twice, and then tosses the torn fragments away from her, letting them fall between her and him, blanketing the floor of the room. Anyone who stumbled across the sight would actually be able to reconstruct the documents rather easily, and they would know from that exactly what she had done, and why she had likely done it.

Licking her lips needily, Kate walks through the scattered fragments of paper and over to her husband-master. Still in her wedding dress, she kneels before him and bows her head, moaning in pure pleasure when he reaches out and slides his fingers through her hair.

"Good girl."

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Her palms slap against the glass, and a moment later, Rogan is inside of her, buried to the hilt in her gushing wet, gripping quim. Kate moans as he fucks her from behind, her hips pushing back into him, even as he grips her waist most roughly. They're back in his apartment now, of course. Leaving the church behind, getting in Rogan's car and just... driving off with him, it'd been the most satisfying, pleasurable decision of her entire life. She was finally with her husband; with the man she knew would treat her RIGHT. Everything was going to be okay.

As soon as he'd gotten her back to his apartment, he'd practically torn her wedding dress off of her, ripping it in several places and exposing her gorgeous body, bit by bit. Kate hadn't minded though. She loved it when Rogan was rough with her, when he treated her like shit. Besides, soon enough he would have to be a bit gentler, so for now, he could have his way with her, and Kate would be happy to let him.

As soon as she was stripped down to just her wedding night lingerie, a white ensemble that went perfectly with her bright red hair, Rogan was pushing her up against the window of his apartment. He was a few stories up, so it wasn't like there were a bunch of people at eye level watching her or anything, but all anyone would have to do was look up and they would see Detective Kate Beckett, wearing nothing but white lace and getting soundly fucked from behind.

Rogan brings up a hand and wraps it in her hair, gripping and pulling her head to the side. Kate twists around in his grip and lets him kiss her, kissing him back as she moans into his mouth most happily. This was where she belonged, all along. Right here, with her husband-master, being a good little bitch-wife. As Rogan continues to fuck her, as he pounds into her like he's trying to erase any trace that Rick ever had a hand on her body, Kate moans into his mouth, soon reaching climax from the rough sex.

They continue fucking for what feels like ages, both of them covered in sweat but neither wanting to stop. At least in this, Kate's stamina and fitness come into play, helping her remain standing longer even as Rogan tenderizes her cunt, allowing her to keep herself up on her feet, even as her legs grow weak. Covered in sweat, hands all over each other, it's really only a matter of time before Rogan palms her belly and stills, finding the ever-so-slight baby bump there.

He stops and when Kate looks at him, biting her lower lip and trying to see how he's going to react, she's gratified to see his wide, wicked smirk.

"Well now... what do we have here?"

Blushing up a storm, the red head, thoroughly broken by this point, licks her lips.

"It's a gift, Master. A b-belated wedding present. I know how you've always wanted children... how you've always wanted me to bear YOUR children."

Rogan hums and nods, continuing to caress her belly. She's not that far along yet, which was why he hadn't noticed until he touched her. And why she was perfectly happy to let him fuck the ever-living shit out of her for now, because she knew that in another couple of months, they would have to slow down, or at least switch to anal in order to protect the baby. Or maybe babies... the idea of it being twins or triplets makes Kate shudder with badly concealed glee, even as she continues to explain.

"I... I was going to hide the baby's true parentage from C-Castle. I was going to make him think it was his... but now, it d-doesn't matter anymore. Both me and our child are right where we belong... under your roof. I can't wait to give birth to them, for you. I can't wait to make so many more babies as well, a-all for you, Master."

That gets a big, wide smile from Rogan, and while his hand doesn't leave her belly again for the rest of the day and well into the night, he does go back to fucking her. He fucks her up against the window, he fucks her in the kitchen as she cooks a haphazard dinner, he fucks her while she's washing the dishes, he fucks her in the shower, he fucks her in bed.

Her husband-master fucks her, and Kate does what she can to fulfill her other duties as his bitch-wife while he does so, until finally they're both in bed for the night, his cock still lodged inside of her, his hand still resting against her belly, spooning with one another as they finally go to sleep. Kate slumbers with a smile on her face as she snuggles back into Rogan's chest. His chin rests against her fiery red hair, and she nuzzles into it contently, feeling entirely safe and secure in his grasp.

She's finally where she belongs...

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