Chapter 33 - Lay Your Hands on Me

Cate quickly ducked into the break room and grabbed two bottles of Gatorade from the fridge. She hustled back to the mat room to find Jon waiting for her, idly toying with his cuffs. She gave him one of the bottles and they drank in comfortable silence.

Finally Cate spoke. “Okay, I promised you a ‘reward,’ and you earned it.” Jon heard the tease in her voice, and it made him grin in response.

“Next I’m gonna teach you how to search a restrained suspect,” Cate continued. “As you can imagine, it is extremely important that an officer do a thorough and complete search incident to arrest, for his own safety and for the safety of the suspect. And I do mean thorough…you never know where a bad guy – or gal – will hide a weapon or contraband on his or her body. So the officer has to get ‘up close and personal’.”

Cate saw Jon’s eyes light up as he figured out what she had meant by her earlier promise to let him “feel her up.” She felt a little dizzy as the dazzling, panty-dropping grin spread across Jon’s face and he nodded slowly.

Man, is this gonna be fun… Cate thought, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She actually had a legitimate, justifiable reason to run her hands over every inch of Jon’s splendid body, and to allow him to place his hands on her. But she had to be sure she didn’t let herself cross the line of propriety. After all, they were in training here. But damned if she couldn’t walk right up to that line… and maybe stick a toe over…

“So,” Cate brought herself back to the moment. “Doing a search incident to arrest isn’t like what you see on TV. No ‘up against the wall and spread ‘em’.” She grinned a little at the silliness of that phrase. "Sometimes an officer will do a pat-down, but that isn’t the same thing as a search incident to arrest. I won’t bore you with the legal distinctions, but they are two different animals. Procedurally, an officer does a pat-down only to look for weapons, when the civilian is not restrained. It's just a cursory check for safety’s sake.”

Cate was standing in front of Jon, facing him as she spoke. She reached out and pulled at his nylon web belt, the Velcro making a loud rasp the ends parted. Jon jumped at the noise, caught off-guard by her sudden movement.

She pulled the belt from around Jon's waist and tossed it aside. Jon felt a surge of excitement at Cate’s take-charge action. "Hold your arms out to the sides and spread your feet apart," she ordered him.

Jon complied, and Cate quickly slipped behind him. He felt Cate's hand rub against the small of his back, over the waistband of his track pants. Then her hands were on his sides, pressing firmly up under his arms and sliding briefly forward to his pecs. Cate trailed her hands quickly in unison down both of Jon's sides, then pushed them forward over his hips, gently grasping the pockets of his pants.

Jon let out a slight gasp as he felt his groin tighten at the feel of her fingers on his thighs. Cate swiftly crouched and ran her hands down Jon's right leg, from knee to ankle, then repeated the action on his left leg. She sprang to her feet and moved back to Jon's front. The whole process took less than 30 seconds.

"That was a pat-down," she said. She smiled rather smugly as she saw Jon's dazed look. She gave him a second to process what had happened, then continued. "All I did there was check to be sure you weren't hiding any weapons under your clothing." Except for that one in your pants…. She thought dirtily.

"Damn, that was quick," Jon breathed. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

Cate nodded. "It's supposed to be." She gave Jon another second before launching into the next portion of her lecture. “Now, a search incident to arrest is usually done once the suspect is restrained in handcuffs. Depending on the situation, the officer can choose to conduct the search while the suspect is standing, kneeling, or lying prone. If the suspect is cooperative, the search is usually done when he or she is standing. But if you have to take the suspect down, you would do the search while the bad guy is prone.”

Cate reached for her cuffs. “I could try to explain how to do this, but it’s easier to demonstrate. So turn around and let me cuff you.” She caught her breath as the corners of Jon’s delicious mouth curved upward in a wicked little smirk. He silently placed his hands behind him and stood facing the mirror. Cate’s stomach fluttered as she saw the eager gleam in his eyes.

Cate moved in and swiftly but gently applied the handcuffs to Jon's wrists. She heard Jon let out a little growl as she pushed the cuffs closed. Her eyes darted briefly to Jon's reflection in the mirror, to the front of his track pants. Cate felt a flush of heat wash over her as she saw the bulge there. He was obviously more than ready for this exercise. Holy Hell…. she thought. This ain’t gonna be easy.

“The first…” Cate paused to clear her throat as her voice came out in a raspy croak. “Ahem. The first step in conducting a search incident to arrest is to ensure the suspect is under control.” And the officer, Cate thought, willing herself to focus on teaching.

Cate grasped the cuffs at the hinge, pulling Jon’s hands slightly backward, away from his body. “Spread your feet further apart,” she directed him, her voice slightly husky. Jon slid his feet out sideways until they were a little more than shoulder-width apart.

Cate looked at Jon in the mirror, seeing he was still smiling slyly, watching her. “Now, you start at the top and slowly and methodically work your way down…" Cate's voice trailed off as she raised her right hand.

She paused for just a moment before sliding her fingers into the crown of Jon's thick, soft, golden mane. A small sigh escaped her lips as she slowly moved her fingers over his scalp, his hair sliding over her hand like silk. She almost whimpered as she felt the dampness between her thighs.

Jon watched Cate's face in the mirror as she moved her hand through his hair. He almost laughed out loud at her raptured expression. What is it with women and my hair? he thought amusedly. But he held his tongue and waited for Cate to continue the lesson.

Say something! Cate's brain commanded. You're supposed to be teaching, here! Cate mentally shook herself. She met Jon's gaze in the mirror and saw his grin. "Um, if the suspect has longer hair or wears a bun, braids, or something like that, you need to check the head. Criminals have been known to hide needles, razor blades, and other potential weapons in their hair. Some enterprising young boneheads even stash their dope in their 'dos."

Jon laughed at Cate's choice of words, then she continued. "Of course, the officer has to be careful not to get cut during this kind of search. In the field you would be wearing protective gloves while doing this." Cate was SO glad she wasn't wearing her neoprene gloves right now. The feel of his hair slipping and slithering though her fingers was just heavenly…..

"If your suspect is wearing a hat," Cate continued, still slowly moving her hand through Jon's hair, down toward the base of his skull, "you would remove it and hand it to your partner to search or just toss it aside, out of your bad guy's reach. Then you could search it after the suspect is secured." She reluctantly withdrew her hand from Jon's now-very tousled mane and rested it lightly on his shoulder. "Now, turn your head to your right."

Jon did as he was told. Still holding onto the cuffs, Cate stepped slightly to Jon's right so she could face him straight on. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes settled on his full, luscious lips. "Open your mouth," she directed. She watched, fascinated, as Jon's lips parted and his gleaming teeth and pink tongue were revealed.

Cate reached up to Jon's face with her right hand, gently grasping his chin. His skin was smooth and soft under her fingers as she pulled down slightly, opening his mouth wider. "Touch your tongue to the roof of your mouth," Cate ordered softly. Again Jon did as he was told, and Cate gently turned his face first to the right, then to the left. "You also have to be sure the suspect is not holding anything in his or her mouth," she explained quietly.

She released Jon's chin, sliding her thumb gently over the little cleft that she had always found so very sexy. Jon closed his mouth, his lips coming back together in a sensuous smile. Cate remembered how velvety-soft Jon's mouth had felt on hers the last time they were alone together in a room like this. She quickly stepped back behind Jon, before she could give in to temptation and lean in for a taste.

Cate cleared her throat and paused for a moment, gathering her composure. She could feel Jon's eyes on her, in the mirror. She looked back forward, again placing her right hand gently on his shoulder. "Next, you search the torso. You need to be sure the suspect doesn't have any weapons, contraband, or other items concealed in his or her clothing."

Cate started to run her fingers around the collar of Jon's t-shirt, dipping her fingers inside the back of the neck. She placed her hand, palm down, against Jon's shoulder and slid it from his neck down to the bottom of his sleeve. She again used her fingers to slide under the hem of the sleeves, feeling for secreted items.

Jon squirmed as Cate pushed her hand under his arm, inadvertently tickling his armpit. "Hey!" he exclaimed huskily, twisting sideways in an attempt to dislodge Cate's hand.

Cate grinned mischievously. "Ticklish, eh?" she asked. "Hmmm. Finally, a weakness."

"Oh, I have other weaknesses, too," Jon replied smoothly. "I'm sure you'll find them eventually."

Cate didn't answer, but continued her search of Jon's upper body. She reached around Jon's right arm and placed her palm on the front of Jon's right shoulder. She pulled her hand downward over his shirt, grazing his pectoral muscle, brushing her hand lightly over the hard little button of his nipple.

After reaching the waistband of his pants, Cate brought her hand back up to the top of his abs and traced her fingertips inward, along the valley under Jon's pec. He quivered at her touch. "Now I think you're just messing with me," he teased breathlessly.

"No, just ensuring you don't have a needle or a dime bag of dope or something else taped to your chest," Cate answered quietly. "This is even more important if you are searching a female. They can conceal stuff in their bras."

Cate glanced up at Jon's reflection in the mirror as she made this explanation. As she expected, his face registered his surprise at her remark. Then as realization dawned, his grin turned almost wicked. Cate smiled to herself and looked back down, continuing to work her fingers down Jon's ridged abdomen in her search.

Cate switched hands on the cuffs, then searched Jon's left side as she had his right, again pointing out reasons for being so detailed and thorough in her examination. After completing the search of the front of his torso, she slid her hands one at a time over his strongly muscled back. Jon groaned appreciatively in response.

Cate again glanced at Jon's reflection in the mirror and saw that under half-closed lids his eyes had turned a cloudy shade of indigo. He was clearly enjoying Cate's examination. Well, Baby, you're gonna love what comes next….

"Jon." Cate captured his attention. "Where is the most common place for a suspect to carry a weapon on his body?" She tested his recall of the reading.

"The waist." Jon replied, his voice thick with pleasure.

"Correct. Gold star for you." Cate answered, her own voice smooth and silky. "So you have to pay close attention when searching the suspect's waist and hips. Not only are you most likely to find a weapon there, you are also most likely to find concealed contraband. Think about it…how many movies have you seen where a doper shoves his stash down his pants when the cops show up?" She chuckled and gave Jon a moment to realize what she was about to do.

Jon's gaze met Cate's in the mirror, his eyes now wide open. Cate couldn't help herself, and she gave Jon a naughty smile as she again gripped his cuffed wrists in her left hand, then snaked her right hand around to his front.

She slowly pulled his t-shirt free of its tuck, revealing a flash of the soft light brown hair of his pleasure trail. Her fingers dipped inside Jon's track pants as she grasped his waistband between her thumb and fingers, then began to slide her hand slowly along the fabric.

"Ohhhh…" Jon involuntarily exhaled as Cate's thumbnail brushed his skin, mere millimeters from his now rock-hard shaft. His eyelids fluttered closed as his head dropped forward slightly, then opened again so he could watch Cate's hand as it inched along his waist.

Jon quivered as Cate slowly worked her way from his front to his back, searching his waist. Then she switched hands and did it again on his left. By the time she had completed the circle of his waist, Jon was breathing hard and his skin was damp with perspiration.

God, this is incredible…. Cate felt positively wicked. How was it that she was in this position, making this amazingly sexy man pant and sigh? The sense of absolute power she felt was intoxicating. Too bad she had to stop. But not yet…

"Nothing at the waist," Cate observed. "Now we have to check the pockets." She saw Jon smile as he closed his eyes. "You always want to be sure to ask the suspect first, if he has anything inside there that could hurt you."

Jon snickered. "And what kind of idiot is going to tell a cop that he has dope or a weapon in his pocket?" he asked, his voice almost hoarse with desire.

"Oh, you'd be surprised." Cate smiled. "So, Mr. Bongiovi…." she said smoothly. "Anything in either of your pockets that may be dangerous?" She arched her eyebrows coyly.

Jon chuckled throatily. "Why don't you reach in there and find out?"

"Ah, see…here's the lesson." Cate smiled. "You never reach into the pocket. You pull it out." Cate started to tug at the fabric of Jon's right pocket, inching it along with gentle fingertips until it was turned completely inside out.

Jon watched her hand with an amused smile, trying to control his breathing. "Nothing in the pockets," Cate announced after completing her search of both. "So now we still have to check the rest of the lower body."

Cate reached her right hand around to Jon's right hip, leaning slightly downward. She spread the fingers of her hand and firmly grasped Jon's hip. She slid her hand backward, cupping Jon's perfect, round buttock and squeezing it firmly. Oh, Baby! Cate grinned to herself. How many times had she dreamed of doing that? She heard Jon chuckle huskily as she groped him, and knew that he could read her mind.

Cate leaned a little as she worked her way down the outside of Jon's leg, keeping her left hand on the cuffs and squeezing Jon's muscles with her right. When she reached his knee, Cate pulled back slightly on the cuffs and crouched, so she could continue all the way to Jon's ankle. Then she switched hands, and with her left hand began to feel her way up the inside of Jon's right leg.

When she passed his knee and began to move her hand up the inside of his thigh, Jon began to squirm. She could hear his breathing become more labored as she slowly worked her way up, the back of her hand brushing against his testicles. Jon groaned softly as Cate pulled her hand away, then started again at his left hip and buttock, then worked her way down the outside of his left leg to the ankle.

She switched hands again, then moved the search up the inside of his left leg, past his knee and up his thigh. Cate paused her exploration for a moment as she stood and allowed Jon to gather his composure. He was panting now, and his legs were trembling slightly. As Cate leaned down to resume the search, her cheek brushed against the back of Jon’s neck. "Just being thorough…" she murmured.

"God, yeah..." he breathed in response.

Cate gently placed her palm against the inside of Jon's left thigh and continued the search. She let her hand linger a bit longer with each squeeze, before moving upward. Though Jon's body blocked Cate's view of the mirror, she saw him drop his head backward slightly and she knew his eyes were closed. As Cate's hand inched upward toward Jon's crotch she couldn't help but smirk evilly at what she was about to do.

She reached the juncture of Jon's legs and paused, her palm still on Jon's thigh. "You know, bad guys hide things in the damndest places…" she growled against his neck, then reached up between Jon's legs. She cupped her hand over his balls and the base of his cock, giving them a quick squeeze then sliding her hand backward, her fingertips searching for the imaginary contraband.

Holy Mother of God, is he BIG…. She almost gasped. Cate couldn't believe she was grabbing Jon Bon Jovi's dick. And getting paid to do it. She grinned to herself, lightly resting her forehead on Jon's back.

"Aaahhh...." Jon groaned. Cate quickly pulled her hand away from Jon’s crotch. As aroused as Jon was, she hoped she hadn't made him embarrass himself.

“God, Cate…"Jon gasped. He panted for a moment, then chuckled throatily. "Damn, woman…I think you owe me dinner now!"

Cate couldn't help but giggle at Jon's comment. "Well, nothing there, either…." She stood up straight and looked over Jon’s shoulder at his reflection in the mirror. He raised his eyebrows at her comment.

"Whatdya mean, nothing there?" he challenged, feigning indignation as he tried to calm himself. He shot her a faux-angry look. "There's a whole lotta somethin' down there!"

Cate burst into laughter at that. "Well…" she blushed slightly. "There's definitely something… but I'm not sure how much." she teased. "I only got a quick feel. I was looking for contraband, remember?" Her eyes danced with mischief.

"Maybe you need to check again." Jon suggested slyly.

Maybe you're right…. Cate shook her head, still smiling. “Sorry. I finished the search; lesson complete." Cate paused. "Are you ready for me to unlock you?" She was still holding onto the cuffs binding Jon's hands. For the first time she realized his palms were sweaty.

Jon nodded, then drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Cate quickly unlocked Jon's cuffs and freed his wrists. He pulled his arms forward across his chest, stretching out his shoulders, then rubbing his wrists.

Cate moved several steps away, giving him space to stretch. She stood quietly, watching as Jon attempted to get himself together. Suddenly she felt a little guilty for teasing him like she had. It certainly wasn't very professional. But he did seem to enjoy it…

"I can leave for a couple minutes if you want me to." Cate said quietly.

Jon turned and gave Cate a fiery glare. He quickly took three long strides over to where she stood, stopping when they were face-to-face. "Don't you dare go anywhere," he growled. "Now it's my turn."