Chapter 131 - Escalation

Cate shook her head, again tsk-tsking at him. “Mister Bongiovi, you don’t want to escalate the situation,” she warned huskily. “I may have to resort to use of an intermediate weapon.” To accent her point, Cate turned and reached for her gear belt at the end of the bench. Jon growled as she bent at the waist, her panties slipping up between her cheeks to reveal the curves of her ass.

Cate pulled her black collapsible baton from its pouch, then turned to face Jon. Grabbing the rounded cap end with one hand while grasping the grip with the other, Cate raised the baton to chest height and snapped it open with a sharp crack. She stood holding the sleek, tapered piece of metal for a long moment, then took a step toward Jon.

“Mister Bongiovi, this baton can be quite painful,” she warned, her voice more sexy than sinister. She stopped in front of him, within arm’s reach had his hands not been restrained behind his back. Jon looked up at her, his eyes wide and blazing.

Cate’s eyes narrowed and she pulled the baton slightly toward her chest, breathing out a little sigh as the cold, sleek metal brushed over her peaked nipples. Jon couldn’t contain an aroused groan at the sight.

Cate smirked again at him, then lowered the club to rest along the outside of her thigh. She paused for a moment, watching his eyes follow the weapon’s movement, then she slowly stalked around him.

Cate moved up behind Jon where he knelt on the floor, straddling his crossed feet. Holding the baton with her right hand, she sank her left hand into Jon’s hair, fisting it in her fingers and tugging firmly. “Up on your knees,” she growled.

Jon silently complied, levering himself upward so that he was standing on his knees, his feet still crossed. His cock stood at attention too, jutting out from his jeans. Cate chuckled as she looked down his front. “Still haven’t disposed of that weapon in your pants, have we?” she asked teasingly. “Well, at least it’s not concealed anymore.”

Jon laughed throatily. “No, it’s not,” he agreed. “It won’t fit in there anymore. I guess I’ll have to find somewhere else to put it.” His meaning was clear.

“Mister Bongiovi,” Cate warned sternly. “I’d suggest you let me worry about where to put the evidence.” She tugged again on his hair, tipping his head backward as she leaned down, her breasts brushing against the top of his head. The feel of his silky hair against her warm, bare flesh almost made her sigh aloud.

She continued, a bit more throatily. “In fact, I’d suggest you just concentrate on doing exactly what you’re told.” As she issued the warning Cate moved the baton to rest on Jon’s shoulder, then slowly began to slide it downward into the valley between Jon’s firm pecs.

Jon gasped with surprise at the feel of the cool metal on his skin. He tipped his head back further, leaning back against Cate’s thighs as she guided the club slowly downward, following the vertical ridge of his abs until the bulb-shaped cap touched the base of his cock. “Ahhhhhhhh….” he groaned as Cate pressed gently against the sensitive spot with the baton.

Every neuron in Jon’s body was firing with electricity. The sensation of the cold metal baton against his sweaty skin was almost overwhelming. He felt a little dizzy as Cate began to pull the weapon slowly upward, retracing the path it had taken down his torso.

Jon almost cried out when Cate slid the baton back up over his shoulder, ending the sensuous contact. Her hand left his hair as she straightened. He dropped his chin to his chest, breathing heavily as his pulse pounded in his dick. Jon squeezed his eyes closed as he felt Cate step away from him, then he heard the gentle swish of nylon brushing against nylon as she moved back to her position in front of him.

Unable to keep his eyes from her, Jon raised his head and stared at Cate. His gaze roved greedily over her body, memorizing the sexy vision to fuel his future fantasies. He wanted nothing more than for her to take him, to possess him. He was ready to surrender his body and his soul to her. She could do whatever she wanted. He was hers. No weapons necessary.

Cate watched Jon with a self-satisfied little smile. “You can sit,” she ordered quietly. Jon sank backward again, settling onto his feet with a little sigh. He blew out a puff of a breath, causing his sweaty bangs to ruffle against his forehead. “Are your wrists okay?” Cate asked.

“Fine,” Jon answered huskily. “My cock, on the other hand…”

Cate snickered. “Would be in the other hand if you weren’t restrained,” she couldn’t resist teasing.

“No,” Jon argued. “It would be somewhere else. Somewhere MUCH more pleasurable.”

“Oh?” Cate raised her eyebrows and gave him a challenging look. “So what you’re telling me then, Mister Bongiovi, is that if I am to uncuff you, you won’t behave yourself?”

Jon grinned slyly. “Of course I will,” he lied, shaking his head to the contrary.

Cate sighed dramatically and sank down on the bench, resting the baton across her lap. She stared into Jon’s eyes for a moment, a wicked smile twisting the corners of her mouth. Then she slowly parted her knees, moving her stilettoed feet apart until her thighs were spread wide, revealing the tiny strip of satin concealing her from Jon’s hungry view. The baton slipped from her lap and she caught it by the grip, drawing the rounded cap end slowly up the inside of her right thigh.

Jon swallowed hard as his eyes followed the rounded end of the black metal phallus as it slid up Cate’s thigh toward her pussy. God, she isn’t really going to…. is she? Jon felt a tightening at the base of his balls as the thought took over his mind. Fuck, if Cate masturbated with that baton in front of him he would pass out. After he came all over himself.

Cate watched Jon’s expression as she drew the black metal shaft up her thigh. She knew exactly what was going through his mind; she could read it on his face. And no, she wasn’t ready to watch him cum. She wanted to feel him cum. She smirked dirtily. But first she was going to tease him just a bit more.

Cate quickly flipped the baton by the grip so that it arced upward and came to rest against her chest with a light thud. The steel cylinder settled between her breasts, the rounded end hovering near her chin. Cate smirked again at Jon and puckered her lips into a wet “O”, moving them suggestively toward the end of the baton as her tongue snaked out toward it.

“Jesus!” Jon gasped out. He quickly squeezed his eyes closed and turned his head as he felt his dick tense at the erotic sight. Jon drew in a deep breath and blew it slowly out, counting to ten and willing himself to stop his impending ejaculation. “Christ, Cate…” he hissed. “You can’t fucking DO that!”

Cate chuckled. Sorry, Baby, she thought. But she wasn’t going to say it out loud. She was still trying to stay in character, though she didn’t know how much longer she could contain her own desire.

Cate grasped the baton by its grip, pulling it away from her body. Leaning slightly sideways, she flipped it again in her hand and impacted the cap against the surface of the bench. The baton compacted closed with a loud crack.

Jon jumped at the sound, his head snapping up and his eyes flying open. Cate smiled at his reaction, a little more gently.

“Okay, Mister Bongiovi, I’m going to remove the handcuffs,” she announced, reaching over to slide the baton back into its pouch. She unclipped her key ring from the utility belt and discretely pulled another item out of a pouch beside the key clip. Concealing the item in her hand, she stood and gave Jon a long look. “Will you promise to behave?”

“I’ll do anything you want me to, Officer,” Jon answered sincerely, nodding.

“Good.” Cate moved around beside Jon, leaning down to grasp his arm. She shivered slightly as she felt his muscular biceps under her fingers. “Stand,” she commanded softly. She waited for Jon to rise to his knees, then she helped him to his feet before moving around behind him.

Jon smiled to himself when he felt Cate’s hand slide down his forearm to move his shirt aside so she could get to the lock on the handcuffs. In just a moment he would be able to do what he really wanted to do – grab her, throw her down on the bed, and fuck her until she moaned his name... over and over and over.

“Now, when I unlock the cuffs, do NOT move your hands,” Cate ordered. “Leave them together, behind you.”

What the fuck? Jon wondered, but nodded. “Yes, Officer,” he answered contritely.

He smirked to himself. He’d let her play a little longer, then he would turn the tables on her. After all, she had taught him all he needed to know to take charge of a situation. And as much fun as Cate was having right now, he knew she liked it when he was in control. Like the other night, on the range. The blazing passion in her eyes when he threw her down on the car and took her was unmistakable.

Jon chuckled to himself as he felt Cate unlock first one, then the other handcuff from around his wrists. Obeying her orders, Jon continued to hold his hands together behind his back, though he wanted to pull his arms forward and stretch out his tight lat muscles. He would wait, would play along a little more.

Jon’s eyebrows arched in surprise as he felt something soft and smooth tighten around his wrist. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, trying to see what Cate was doing. “Cate… er, Officer?” he asked. “What… what’s that?”

Cate smiled to herself as she looped the extra set of nylon stockings around Jon’s wrists, ensuring they were securely knotted. She wasn’t about to let Jon completely off the hook yet.

Holding Jon’s wrists together by the tails of the knotted stockings, Cate issued another command as she pushed him forward. “On the bed.”