Chapter 130 - Strip Search

Cate watched as Jon shifted slightly, then settled back into his kneeling position. She gave him a direct look. “Don’t move,” she commanded. Then she turned and strode from the bedroom, leaving him gaping after her.

Cate smiled and chuckled softly to herself, listening to the click of her heels as she crossed the tile floor. She allowed herself this momentary break from her character to revel at her boldness. Yes, Jon had certainly awakened her wild side. And he was definitely benefitting from it.

She strode to the front door, turning the lock and sliding home the deadbolt. Then she moved into the living room, locating the stereo remote and turning on the satellite radio receiver. She smiled when the audio started and she realized Jon still had it tuned to HairNation. She pulled his Blackberry from her pocket and laid it on the sideboard next to the remote. Finally she stepped into the kitchen, pulling a cold Corona from the fridge and popping off the top before heading back to the bedroom.

Jon sat as Cate had left him, watching her through the open bedroom doorway with an amused smirk. Cate closed her eyes for a second, getting back into character. She took a drink from the beer bottle, then set it on the nightstand before walking back to the foot of the bed to stand in front of Jon.

Cate rested her hands on her hips and stared at him for a moment. Jon gazed silently back at her, his chin tipped slightly upward. "Mister Bongiovi,” she said quietly. “What am I going to do with you?” She made a little tsking noise as she slowly shook her head. Her eyes traveled down his chest, glistening with sweat. The sight made her mouth water. Christ, she wanted to lick every inch of that chest.

Her gaze dropped to Jon’s lap and she saw his thick cock bursting out from the open fly of his Levis. Though his erection seemed to have eased a bit, the purple head glistened with its own wet sheen. Jon shifted uncomfortably as his dick responded to her gaze.

“You seem to be in a bit of distress.” Cate observed with a tiny pang of sympathy. “If you start to feel lightheaded or faint, tell me.”

Jon shook his head. “I’m fine, Officer,” he replied huskily. “But you seem to be a bit uncomfortable. Isn’t it a little hot in here for that uniform? I mean, I know how restrictive those vests can be.”

Jon knew damned well she wasn’t wearing her body armor, but he could feel something else when she had pressed up against his back earlier. He was dying to see what it was.

Cate smirked at Jon’s suggestive observation. She nodded slowly. “Well, I did tell you there would be a strip search,” she said thoughtfully, casting her eyes skyward as she pursed her lips teasingly. She paused for a moment, then smiled seductively. “I guess I could strip… then maybe you could search.”

Jon swallowed hard. “That… that works for me,” he croaked.

He sucked in a breath as Cate’s hand went to her gun. She pulled the Glock from its holster and moved back over to the nightstand, laying the gun on the table next to the Corona. Jon noticed the empty slot in the gun’s grip as she placed it on the nightstand. “It’s not loaded,” he observed.

Cate turned and gave Jon a serious look. “You didn’t really think I would play with a loaded gun, did you?” she asked softly, completely out of role.

Jon shook his head and smiled. “No. You’re too careful for that.”

Cate nodded, then the seductive smile returned to her lips as she strolled back toward Jon. She stopped just in front of the bench, posing for a brief moment. Her hand went to the back of her neck and she pulled the pins from her hair, unwinding her long tresses from their tight bun. Jon sighed as he watched the mahogany waves fall over her shoulder, sliding down over her shiny gold badge.

Cate smiled at his response, tucking the hairpins into her pocket before her hands moved to her middle. She slowly undid the buckle of her heavy black leather utility belt, then loosened it from her waist. She hadn’t threaded it through the loops when she dressed, knowing she would want to efficiently dispose of it. Cate dropped the belt on the bench behind her and gave Jon another little smirk as her hands returned to her waist.

She worked the button of her black trousers through its hole, then drew down the zipper. Cate pushed the waistband over her hips, wiggling them slightly until the pants slid down her smooth, nylon-covered thighs. Jon gasped aloud when he saw the white satin garters extending from under the hem of her black shirt, clipped to the top of sheer black stockings.

Cate gracefully sank down onto the bench, slipping first one stilettoed foot then the other out of the trousers that lay pooled on the floor. She gave Jon a sultry look and crossed one stockinged leg over the other, sitting primly with her hands folded on her lap. Jon groaned as his cock throbbed when he noticed the seams up the back of her stockings.

Cate watched Jon for a moment, her eyes drinking in the magnificent sight. His eyes blazed with want, and little beads of sweat dotted his upper lip. His luscious lips were parted as he panted at her, and his silvery-brown chest hair shone with the moisture that slicked his bare torso. It was almost enough to make her want to end this little game and fuck him right now.

Almost.

With a throaty purr, Cate uncrossed her legs and rose from the bench. Jon’s eyes swept greedily up her legs, which looked a mile long in the high heels and stockings. She stood watching him while she began to slowly unbutton her black uniform shirt, starting with the bottom button and moving up to the next three. She paused and swept back the two sides of the blouse as she moved her hands to her hips, smiling wickedly as she posed for him.

Cate watched Jon’s eyes widen at the sight of the gold badge clipped to the black satin that stretched across her right hip. She chuckled. Her extra facsimile badge had come in handy on many occasions when she worked in the field, but never in a situation quite like this.

She smirked evilly as she slowly turned to her left, rotating so her badge slid past Jon’s greedy gaze. She continued to turn until her back was to him. Taking a step so that her feet were shoulder-width apart, Cate arched her back to tip her buttocks toward Jon, then she looked teasingly back over her left shoulder at him.

She could tell by his throaty laugh that he had read the word emblazoned in white across the back of her panties…. POLICE. Cate chortled to herself, mentally thanking Mandy for making her buy the silly undies.

“God… Ca… Officer…” Jon corrected himself with his breathy sigh. This was one Hell of a game he and Cate were playing, and he didn’t want her to break character. She had him more aroused than he could remember being in years. His cock was so hard it felt like it was the size of a damned baseball bat. And he had a pair of hardballs to match.

Jon’s eyes glittered as he stared at Cate, his gaze returning to the white garters snapped to the lacy tops of her black stockings, just inches below the curves of her buttocks. He licked his lips and swallowed hard as he saw Cate raise her hands to her chest.

Her back still to Jon, Cate smirked as she slowly finished unbuttoning her uniform blouse. When she had freed the last button, she twisted slightly at the waist to look back at him over her left shoulder. Cate slowly slipped the shirt off her shoulders and inched it downward, so her upper back was exposed. She paused for a moment, her eyes locking with Jon’s, then lowered her arms and let the shirt slip off her body and to the floor.

Jon growled with lust as he saw the back of her white satin bustier, trimmed with black satin at the top and bottom and in thin vertical stripes along the seams. The white garters trailed from the bottom of the sexy garment, which hugged her trim waist. Jon’s heart throbbed along with his cock as his eyes lingered on the circle and cross tattoo covering the scar on her lower back.

“Turn around,” he whispered pleadingly.

Cate smiled naughtily, then licked her lips. She saw Jon visibly shudder at her action. Then she slowly turned, easing herself around until she stood facing him full-on.

Ohhhhh… Sweet FUCK!!! Jon gasped aloud. The black satin band at the top of Cate’s bustier crossed her torso below her firm, round breasts, pushing them upward and slightly together. Her rosy nipples were tight and perfect, the puckered aeroli a slightly lighter shade of pink. Jon’s eyes lingered for a long moment on the heart and dagger tattoo at the top of her mounded breast as his heart swelled with the knowledge this sexy creature had always been his, even if only in her fantasies.

Cate tossed her head slightly, sending auburn waves cascading over one shoulder and down her front, flowing around her peaked nipple and striping the black and white satin with mahogany. Jon’s gaze greedily drank in the sight of her breasts, then finally traveled down her front, following the line of black satin crossed with black velvet laces that ended just above her belly button. Cate’s little silver navel ring beckoned to Jon, daring him to flick it with his tongue.

He swallowed hard as his eyes continued their downward trek along the white garters that stretched down over the tops of her legs. Cate’s hands were at her sides, resting lightly on her nylon-sheathed thighs. Jon noticed for the first time that her short nails were painted a soft wine color, to match her lip gloss.

Cate stood still for a long minute, letting Jon look at her. Even in her state of undress she felt confident, proud…. powerful. The delight on Jon’s face was proof that he was at her mercy. It felt good.

Her gaze dropped to Jon’s crotch and she took in the sight of his delicious cock, swollen and purplish and wet, surrounded by the soft faded denim of his jeans. If she didn’t get on with this pretty soon, she wasn’t going to get to fully enjoy that most wonderful part of his anatomy. She didn’t want to torture the poor man; just to tease him a bit.

Her plan was obviously working.

“Do you think you can behave yourself if I uncuff you?” Cate asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Jon swallowed hard. “I can’t make any promises,” he rasped. “You look too damned tempting. He paused and grinned devilishly. And I'm a hardened criminal.”