Chapter 129 - Disturbance Call


Jon’s blue eyes sparkled as he chuckled softly, looking Cate up and down. He pushed the button to hang up on Obie, tucking the Berry into his jeans pocket as he stared at Cate.

“Umm…” Jon swallowed another delighted chuckle as he tried to compose himself to play along with Cate’s charade. He didn’t know what the Hell she was up to, but he liked it so far. “What seems to be the problem…. Officer?” he asked, trying unsuccessfully to sound serious.

Cate hesitated for a second before answering. Damn, he looked good. He was wearing that button-up blue work shirt she liked so much, the one with the appliquéd nametag that read “Victor.” And those faded, worn Levis. The button-fly 501s. Cate felt a flush of heat as her eyes lingered on the bulge under those buttons. Good thing her eyes were shielded by her dark sunglasses. She didn’t want her hungry gaze to give away her distraction from her role.

“Sir, there have been some complaints about excessive noise coming from this residence.” Cate replied calmly. “I would be happy to explain further, but I really think you would prefer to discuss this matter inside.” She emphasized the word. “You don’t want other guests wondering why there was a police officer at your door.”

Jon chuckled again. “Certainly, Officer. You’re right. Come in.” He stepped aside so Cate could walk through the door. Hearing the click of her heels against the tile, Jon looked down in surprise. He had been so stunned by Cate’s appearance that he hadn’t realized she was a couple inches taller, standing almost eye-to-eye with him.

Jon felt a heated surge sweep through his groin as he saw the black patent leather pumps peeking out from the hem of her sharply-creased black pants. Sweet Fuck… Jon drew in a deep breath as he realized there must be a reason Cate was wearing those sexy shoes.

Gathering his composure, Jon pushed the door shut behind Cate then stood facing her. “So, Officer…” His gaze dropped to her nametag. “Sullivan.” He raised his eyes to her face again, seeing his reflection in the lenses of her sunglasses. “What exactly was the complaint?”

“Other guests reported loud noises coming from this residence and the surrounding property.” Cate still held a serious expression though the little hitch in her voice betrayed a slight chuckle.

“Oh,” Jon smirked. “And when exactly did these alleged loud noises occur?” He couldn’t wait to see where Cate was going with this.

“Yesterday afternoon and evening,” Cate answered calmly. “The guests who reported the disturbance said they were concerned that someone might be in distress… They heard screams. And moans.”

“Were the alleged voices male or female?” Jon asked.

Cate lowered her chin slightly. “Sir, why don’t you tell me?” she challenged. “Are these allegations accurate?”

“Well, I’m not sure…” Jon hedged playfully. “Can you describe, or maybe demonstrate, the alleged loud noises?”

Cate’s serious countenance almost cracked at that. “I told you, Mister Bongiovi. Screams. Moans.”

“Sure they weren’t prayers?” Jon countered, arching an eyebrow and giving her a smirk. “Like…. Oh, Godddddd….” He let out a breathy moan.

Cate’s voice hardened. “Mister Bongiovi, are you mocking me? Disrespecting an officer of the law?”

Jon snorted slightly as he bit back a laugh at her seriousness. She was doing a pretty damned good job of acting. “Not at all, Officer. I just… well, I was… um... worshipping… yesterday. And last night.”

A tiny hint of a smile curled the corners of Cate’s mouth for a split-second. “Worshipping?” she echoed. “Are you saying, Sir, that you were performing a religious ceremony?”

“Of sorts,” Jon grinned. “Actually, I was participating in a… uh… ritual. With a partner.” He grinned and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “A naked partner.”

“And were these… naked… ritualistic activities observable by other guests of this hotel?” Cate asked, her voice tightening as she tried to control her urge to laugh.

“Well, I suppose they could have been. My partner was very… enthusiastic, in her worship. I guess that might be what the complainants heard. And she could certainly have called attention to us performing our…. um… ritual.” Jon’s voice was strangled as he tried not to burst into laughter.

“Mister Bongiovi, are you admitting to conducting lewd and lascivious acts in a place in which they might be viewed by the public?” Cate challenged sternly, having gotten herself back under control and in character.

“I… uh….” Jon grinned. “Yeah.” He gave Cate a wink.

“Mister Bongiovi, turn and face the wall,” Cate ordered, her voice stern. “Place your hands against the wall and spread your feet.”

“What?” Jon asked, startled.

“Up against the wall,” Cate barked pointing toward the short wall separating the foyer from the kitchen.

Jon chortled again as he complied with her order, slowly turning his back to her and raising his hands. He pressed them to the wall, leaning into it so his biceps flexed, then shifted his feet so they were shoulder-width apart. He turned his head to look over his right shoulder at Cate, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

“Are you going to arrest me, Officer Sullivan?” he asked not-so-innocently.

“Mister Bongiovi, I advise you not to say anything at this point.” Cate’s voice was still stern and controlled as she tried not to giggle naughtily in response to Jon’s playfulness. Pulling off her sunglasses and tucking them by the temple into her shirt pocket, she stepped up behind Jon.

Cate placed her hands on the sides of Jon’s chest, up under his raised arms, then leaned forward so her breasts pressed against the taut muscles of his back. She moved her lips to his ear, her breath stirring his hair as she spoke. “You have the right to remain silent,” she purred in a husky voice, departing from her cool demeanor. “But I’m gonna make you give up that right.”

Jon felt a shiver run down his spine as he recognized his own words from their steamy patrol car encounter. He grinned with anticipation. Oh, this is gonna be gooood….

Cate drew her hands slowly down Jon’s sides, smirking as she felt him squirm at the tickle. When she reached his waist, she moved her hands forward to deftly unbutton the waistband of his Levis, then to pop open the first two buttons of his fly. Jon drew in a sharp breath as Cate’s hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, her palms pressed against the warm skin of his taut abdomen. He groaned softly as she slid her hands downward in unison, following the vee of his obliques.

God… no underwear… Cate almost groaned herself.

“Umm… Officer?” Jon murmured as his cock jumped at the feel of Cate’s fingertips against the tops of his thighs. “I have some law enforcement training and…” He chuckled huskily. “You’re doing that wrong.”

“What?” Cate growled against his ear.

“That’s not the correct protocol for a frisk,” Jon replied smugly.

“Are you resisting, Mister Bongiovi?” Cate flexed her fingers under the soft denim, her short fingernails lightly scraping against his warm skin. Her sultry voice betrayed her tease.

“Of course not!” Jon grinned. “Officer.”

Cate almost chuckled at his gleeful tone, but kept her cool. She withdrew her hands from Jon’s jeans and stepped back, pulling her body away from his. “Mr. Bongiovi, place your hands behind your back.” Cate’s hand went to the back of her belt, pulling her handcuffs from their leather pouch.

“What?” Jon asked. He felt another lustful surge as he realized just what she was about to do.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Cate commanded firmly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jon grinned, moving his hands, palms up, to the small of his back. He shivered as he felt the steel circles snap shut around them with a loud metallic rasp.

“Now…” Cate jerked gently downward on the cuffs, causing Jon’s back to arch slightly as his shoulders dropped backward toward her. “Mister Bongiovi, it is in your best interest to cooperate. Do not make any sudden movements, and think before you speak. Anything you say can and will be held against you. And it may make a difference in what I hold against you.”

Jon chuckled at her advisement. “Do I have any rights here, Officer?” he rumbled sexily.

“That depends,” Cate answered in a teasing purr. “We shall see. Now, turn around.”

Cate released her grip on the cuffs and stepped slightly back, giving Jon room to turn to face her. She couldn’t help but give him a little smirk at the sight of his delighted grin. His cheeks were flushed and his indigo eyes glittered with excitement as they met hers. He stood silent, awaiting her further instruction.

Cate reached up to place her thumb gently on Jon’s chin. “Open your mouth,” she commanded softly, pressing lightly against the sexy little cleft. He silently complied, parting his lips and touching his tongue to the roof of his mouth, as she had taught him during training.

Cate smiled wickedly and moved in close as she turned his face slightly to one side, then the other, examining the inside of his mouth. Then she leaned forward, stopping just before her lips brushed against his. Jon groaned at the feel of her warm breath against his mouth as she whispered “Very good, Mister Bongiovi.” The tip of Cate’s tongue darted out to brush the bow of his upper lip, then she leaned back.

Jon remained silent, but returned her smile.

Cate glanced over her shoulder, to the living room. She felt a bolt of excitement shoot through her as she recalled their torrid encounter there yesterday. Not today, she thought. Today her plan required a certain piece of furniture in the other room.

“Mister Bongiovi, come with me,” she commanded, firmly grasping Jon’s left elbow and turning him away from the front door. She led Jon into the main part of the villa and turned left, guiding him toward the master bedroom. She heard him let out a little growl of excitement as she escorted him through the wide double doors.

Cate stopped Jon in front of the fireplace, turning him to face her as she stood in front of the long upholstered bench at the end of the bed. She smirked and stepped up close to him. “I’m going to search you now, for your safety and mine.”

Jon’s cock went stone-hard at the playful tease in her voice and the memory of last week’s search lesson. Cate chuckled throatily at Jon’s expression, not even having to look down to know he was straining against his half-unfastened jeans. “You don’t have any…loaded weapons, do you?” she purred.

“Actually…” Jon replied hoarsely. He drew in a breath as he felt Cate’s hand brush gently over his groin before she slipped her fingers inside his jeans pocket, pulling out his Blackberry. Cate pushed the button to turn off the phone, then slid it into her own pocket. She raised her hand to his chest, lightly stroking her fingertips through the soft patch of chest hair revealed by the open vee of his shirt.

“Hmm. I think a strip search might be in order,” Cate mused. She raised her other hand and slowly began to work the buttons on Jon’s shirt. She felt Jon’s chest rising and falling under the soft fabric, a slight sheen of perspiration slicking his skin. Cate’s eyes went to the white oval patch on his chest. “Mister Bongiovi, what is your first name?” she asked calmly.

“Huh?” Jon was caught off-guard by the question.

Cate snickered. “You surely haven’t forgotten your name,” she teased, raising her eyes to his and giving him a sultry smile. She could see from his dazed expression that it was quite possible he had forgotten his given name.

“John,” he croaked out, then licked his suddenly-dry lips. “John Francis Bongiovi. Junior.” He shuddered involuntarily as Cate undid the last button, then drew one fingertip up the vertical ridge of his abs and between his pecs.

“Did you steal this shirt, Mister Bongiovi?” Cate asked sternly. “It clearly belongs to someone named ‘Victor.’ Or do you have an alias?”

Jon chuckled, understanding now where Cate was going with her line of questioning. “I do have an alias,” he admitted. “But it’s not Victor.” He ducked his head, then gave her an apologetic grin. “I admit it. I stole the shirt. You got me.”

Cate sighed and shook her head at him. “Mister Bongiovi, I warned you that anything you say can and will be held against you. I’m afraid I’m going to have to keep this shirt as evidence.” She smirked and pushed the two sides of the shirt apart, moving her hands up to slip it over his shoulders and down his arms. The blue fabric puddled behind him, draping over his shackled wrists.

Jon groaned appreciatively as Cate slid her hands back up his arms and over his shoulders. She paused at the tops of his pectorals, then curled her fingers and gently raked her nails downward, over the hard muscles. Jon gasped and his eyes fluttered closed as she scraped across his nipples, then continued downward over his stomach. Jon’s abs clenched and rippled as her fingertips slowly traversed each ridge. She drew her hands together at his navel, then paused. Jon opened his eyes and found Cate staring intently at him, smiling naughtily.

Cate’s gaze locked with Jon’s as she inched her right hand downward, following the fuzzy little stripe into the v-shaped gap of Jon’s unfastened fly. Her fingertips found the wiry thatch of hair, then the thick base of his straining member. Jon’s lips parted as he gasped in a shuddering breath at the feel of the back of Cate’s warm hand sliding against the velvety skin of his cock while her fingertips caressed the sensitive flesh at its base. “Goddddd… Baby….” he breathed, struggling to keep his control.

“That’s Officer Sullivan,” Cate corrected him in a teasing-stern growl.

Jon chuckled. “Sorry. Godddd…. Officer Sullivan…..” he purred, losing the battle to keep his gaze focused on Cate’s smoldering blue eyes. His lids slipped closed as his head dropped back, his luscious lips parted as he sighed out a deep breath.

“Hmm. Mister Bongiovi, I seem to have detected a concealed weapon on your person.” Cate turned her hand over to grasp Jon’s shaft in her palm, causing him to let out a little yelp of surprise and snap his head forward. He focused on her smirk as he panted, then gave her a little grin in return.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Officer,” he replied contritely. “I don’t know where that came from,” he shook his head and gave her a wide-eyed, innocent look.

Cate snorted a little chuckle at that, then regained her composure. “Yeah, sure you don’t,” she grinned. She reached down with her other hand and popped open the remaining two buttons on his fly, enabling her to grip him more firmly.

“Actually, Officer,” Jon raised an eyebrow then sucked in a breath as she gave his dick another little pulsing squeeze. “Ahh! I… I think you planted that weapon on me. It wasn’t there when you arrived on my doorstep.”

“Are you accusing me of planting evidence, Mister Bongiovi?” Cate asked sharply. “Are you accusing me of committing a crime? Of being a… a dirty cop?” She couldn’t help herself with that comment. Cate bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from laughing as she smirked at Jon.

“Well, I’m hoping you’re a dirty cop,” he responded saucily. “A very, VERY dirty cop.”

Cate stared at Jon for a moment, then slid her hand up his shaft and out of his jeans. Jon whimpered softly with disappointment at her action. “Mister Bongiovi, it is apparent that you are not going to be fully cooperative,” Cate said, her voice fakely haughty. “I have no choice but to do this. I can’t trust that you won’t resist further.” She gave him a stern look. “On your knees.”

“What?” The word slipped from Jon’s lips in surprise. “You aren’t done searching me yet,” he protested.

“You heard me. On your knees.” Cate commanded. “Don’t make me put you there.”

Jon looked at Cate for a moment, a little worried that perhaps he had done something wrong. But then he saw the playful spark in her swirling blue eyes and he knew she was still role-playing. And Damn, was she having fun with it. His eyes never leaving hers, Jon sank slowly to his knees in front of Cate.

Cate took a step back and smirked again. “Cross your ankles,” she ordered. Jon silently complied, lifting one bare foot over the other. “Sit back,” she directed. Jon did, settling back onto his feet, the fabric of his shirt draping over them and his shackled hands resting against the top of his glutes. He realized that Cate had put him in this position for his comfort more than for control.

His lips curved upward in anticipation of what was to come.

6 comments:

  1. OMG...That was hot, she's got him right where she wants him. Now get back here and finish the strip search/body search. He's such a bad guy, he really needs to be "punished" "arrested".

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  2. *Pant...pant...pant...*
    *GULP...gulp...gulp...*

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  3. Umm, it was a crummy day at work but now it's all better . . . ;)

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  4. Hmmm...so is she going to let him get off easy? Or is she going to keep it hard for him? :)

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  5. can't...breathe...need...air...

    Hell woman, are you trying to kill me off? And who do you think you are stopping there. Come back and finish it. (Please!!)

    Vicki

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  6. hot, hot, hotttttttttt!!! gimme a drink!!

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