Chapter 132 - Restraint

Jon grinned and let Cate escort him to the side of the huge canopy bed, then turn him until his back was to it. He sat on the edge of the mattress and gave Cate an eager smirk before dropping his gaze to the sheer black stockings tied around his wrists. “Where do you want me?” he asked huskily, looking back to her face. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her soft, sultry voice command him.

“In the middle. Lay back, arms out to your sides. Slowly.” Cate directed evenly, the husky note of her voice betraying her arousal.

Jon nodded and shifted on the bed, wincing slightly as he moved. His cock was so hard he didn’t think his erection would ever subside. But he was all for trying to expend it.

Jon slid to the middle of the bed and reclined against the pile of pillows mounded against the headboard. He smiled naughtily at Cate as he silently extended his arms away from his body, resting his nylon-encircled wrists on the pillows near the thick corner posts of the canopy bed.

Cate almost whimpered out loud at the sight of Jon reposed on the bed, every muscle of his upper body defined and on display. His undone Levis had shifted low on his hips with his movement and they gaped open at the waist, the two halves bracketing his steely shaft. Cate licked her lips as she perused his form.

“Cate?” Jon asked softly, pulling her back to him. “I mean, Officer?”

Cate mentally shook herself and returned to the game. “No sudden movements,” she warned as she stepped to the head of the bed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jon purred as Cate grasped his right hand and pulled it slightly upward. She stretched the nylon stocking from his wrist to the bedpost, pulling hard to to take most of the give out of the fabric band before wrapping it around the thick wooden spindle and knotting it securely. She gave the knot a tug to ensure it would hold. Satisfied, Cate moved around the bed and repeated the action with Jon’s other hand.

“Does that feel okay?” she asked quietly, stepping back and surveying her handiwork. “Not too tight?”

“It’s fine,” Jon answered hoarsely. “It’s… it’s fucking awesome,” he admitted with a dirty grin. “Whatever are you going to do to me NOW, Officer?”

Cate smirked and sat on the edge of the bed, facing Jon. The gold badge on her hip flashed in the light as she shifted, making Jon chuckle. “Well, let’s see. I’m observing some unique identifying marks… those will have to go in the report….” She leaned forward, her bare breast brushing against Jon’s side as she reached out to trace the skull tattoo on his right shoulder. “Tattoo on right arm, appears to be Native American; a steer’s skull,” she observed calmly, as if she was dictating a booking report.

Her gaze went to Jon’s other shoulder. “And shield-shaped tattoo bearing a large ‘S’ on left shoulder…” She purred as she leaned over Jon’s body to reach his Superman tattoo with her fingertips. Cate lowered her gaze to Jon’s neck. “Oh, and a large bruise, approximately two inches in diameter, to right of Adam’s apple….” She chuckled wickedly and lowered her mouth to fit her lips over the mark, soothing it with her tongue.

Jon groaned happily when Cate’s breasts brushed over his chest as she sucked gently at his neck, her hard nipples blazing trails of fire across his sweaty pecs. He involuntarily tugged against his nylon bindings, wanting to move his hands to fondle the luscious mounds.

Cate chuckled at Jon’s little growl of frustration when he remembered his wrists were tethered to the bedposts. She pulled back and gave him a self-satisfied smirk as he twisted his hands to wrap his palms around the nylon bindings, grasping them loosely. Cate groaned softly as she watched his forearms flex with the movement.

“Don’t try it, Mister Bongiovi,” Cate warned. “They may feel soft, but nylon is extremely strong. You won’t be able to break them.”

“Oh, I have no intention of trying to escape,” Jon purred back in response. “You have me right where I want to be. After all, I did commit a crime. And I deserve to be punished.”

Cate chortled at that. Time to turn up the heat. She glanced down at Jon’s denim-clad legs. “Hmmm. I didn’t finish that strip search,” she mused. Turning on her hip, she crawled onto the bed and knelt beside Jon’s legs, her hands moving to his waistband.

Jon sucked in a breath as Cate pushed at his Levis, dragging the waistband lower on his hips. Jon raised his ass from the bed to accommodate her efforts.

Cate chuckled eagerly as she pushed the denim down to the tops of Jon’s thighs, then stopped. She paused for another long moment, evaluating his cock. It was now visibly pulsing with need. “Hmmm… I’m going to have to confiscate that weapon,” she mused.

“It’s yours,” Jon growled breathily. “Take it.”

Cate smirked again. “Not yet. It’s still under positive control, so it can stay where it is, for the moment.”

Jon shook his head. “Yeah, but it’s loaded. In fact, it’s cocked and ready. Never know when it might go off….” His voice was gruff, almost pleading.

Cate chuckled at his dirty pun. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” She reached out to gently stroke a fingertip up the length of his straining member, watching as Jon’s thighs tensed in response. She stopped just below the ridge of his head, not wanting to trigger his release just yet.

Jon sucked in a sharp breath. “God, Cate… please….” he begged breathily. “Just fuck me already…”

“Not yet,” she repeated, tracing her finger back down his shaft. She chuckled wickedly as her eyes flicked up to Jon’s face and she saw his stricken expression. “You okay?” she asked softly.

“This is police brutality,” Jon whined, the corner of his mouth twisting into a tortured little smile as he shifted his hips against the bed, trying to rub his erection against Cate’s hand.

“That’s a pretty strong accusation, Sir,” Cate replied, trying to sound stern through her smile.

“God, you’ve got me so… so fucking HARD,” Jon panted. “Jesus…”

Cate chuckled. “No, it’s Sullivan. No Hay-zoose here,” she teased.

Cate smiled as Jon gave her another pleading look, his tongue slipping out to swipe across his dry lips. “Do you need to cool down?” she asked, blinking innocently. Cate slipped off the bed and reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the bottle of Corona she had set there. Settling on the edge of the bed, she lifted the bottle to his lips. “Drink,” she half-asked, half-commanded.

Jon complied, taking a long swallow of the tangy beer as Cate raised the bottle for him. The chilly beverage soothed his parched throat, but it did nothing for the throbbing heat between his thighs.

“Taste good?” Cate purred, raising the bottle to her mouth. Jon nodded mutely, watching her lips close around the bottle’s rim as she drank. His dick throbbed as he yearned to feel her lips wrapped around his head.

Cate swallowed her mouthful of beer then shifted on the bed to look down Jon’s body. Smirking wickedly, she reached out toward his waist, the bottle in her hand. Jon gasped sharply as she angled the half-full beer bottle, then laid it across his crotch alongside his cock.

“AAAAHHHH!” Jon gasped out, the shock of the cool bottle’s contact with his heated skin shooting through him. “Sweet FUCK, Cate!” he exclaimed, yanking at the nylon tethers restraining his hands. “What are you trying to DO to me?”

Cate turned her head to look at him, a trace of concern in her expression. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

“God, NO!” Jon replied quickly. “I just… I…” He was so overwhelmed by Cate’s delicious torture that he wasn’t sure what he wanted. “I want… I want YOU.” He gave her another imploring gaze. “Please…” Jon again twisted his hands against the nylons, wanting desperately to pull her on top of him and bury himself inside her.

Cate’s eyes narrowed even as her heart jumped at his plea. “You said you needed to be punished,” she pointed out, her voice husky.

Jon blinked at her for a moment, processing her words. “I… I think you’ve made your point,” he replied hoarsely.

Cate smiled and pulled the bottle away from Jon’s cock, holding it at an angle as she slid it up his abdomen to his pecs. “Ready to surrender?” she asked softly. She watched his abs ripple as they contracted with the contact of the chilly glass on his skin.

“Yes,” Jon breathed. “I’d wave the white flag if I could.” He wiggled his fingers resignedly.

Cate chuckled and reached over to set the bottle back on the nightstand, then leaned forward to brush her lips against his. “Truce?” she whispered, her tongue tracing over his swollen lower lip.

“Uh-huh…” Jon murmured, raising his head to meet her mouth with his. Cate let Jon kiss her hungrily, indulging his need for intimate contact. She responded, sensuously snaking her tongue in and out of his mouth, stroking his.

After a long, passionate kiss, Cate pulled her face away from Jon. He responded with a sighing whimper, his indigo eyes glowing. Cate smiled seductively, then stood. She walked to the foot of the bed, bending slightly forward over the bench, and placed one manicured hand on each of Jon’s bare feet. She couldn’t resist giving his toes a little tickle, watching him squirm and wince as his eyes squeezed closed, the corners crinkling sexily.

Cate chortled softly and grasped the hems of his jeans, tugging his Levis down over his muscular legs until she pulled them free of his body and dropped them on the floor beside the bench.

“Ohhhhh….” Jon sighed in anticipation, praying that Cate was finally going to give in and fuck him stupid. He watched as Cate stood at the end of the bed for a moment, admiring his, glistening, tensed body. Then she reached out to grasp the bedpost, balancing herself as she stood on one foot and raised the other behind her, reaching down for her black patent stiletto.

“Baby, No!” Jon protested throatily. His objection momentarily startled Cate, causing her to freeze with her hand on her shoe. Her eyes met his, questioning. “Leave the high heels on. Please,” he implored softly.

Cate smiled and lowered her foot to the floor, obliging his request.

Jon let out a little growl and spread his legs as Cate leaned forward and climbed up onto the upholstered bench, then onto the foot of the bed. Smirking wickedly, Cate crawled forward between Jon’s legs, moving her hands, then her knees to either side of his hips until she was straddling him.

Jon strained forward against his ties to capture one of her tight, pink nipples with his lips as Cate settled gently on his lap. He grunted with frustration as Cate levered her torso upright after she seated herself on him, causing her breast to slip from his mouth. Cate chuckled huskily and tightened her thighs around his hips, pulsing her pelvis slightly to rub her satin-covered lips against his cock.

Jon let out a long moan at the feel of her stroking against his shaft. He lowered his gaze to Cate’s panties, overlaid by the white satin garters. His skin tingled with arousal as he felt her silky-smooth stockings rubbing against his hips and thighs and the rigid heels of her shoes scraping against his legs as she flexed against him. “You forgot to take off your panties…” he rasped with frustration, trying to shift his hips under her so his head could find her entrance.

“I did?” Cate feigned surprise with a sultry purr. She looked down at her crotch, then grinned. “I guess you’re right. Sorry, Baby. I thought you wanted me to leave them on too.” She rolled her hips slightly to grind a little harder against his cock.

“No…” Jon groaned. “Those I definitely want gone.” He gave her a half-hearted smile, his frustration now getting the better of him. “They’re sexy and all, but they’d look much better on the floor.”

“Oh…” Cate raised a finger to her lips and rolled her eyes skyward, blinking innocently. “So, keep the shoes, lose the panties?” she asked coyly.

“Yeah,” Jon growled. He was running out of patience. And self-control.

“Ah. I see.” Cate looked at Jon, then smirked. She reached down to pull the gold badge on its leather clip from her hip, then tossed it onto the bed beside them. Her hands moved to her hips, to the paired silver studs embedded in the satin on either side. Jon’s eyes widened as he realized they were snaps. How did I miss those before? He gasped out loud as Cate tugged at the snaps, separating the sides of the panties.

Cate raised herself slightly off of Jon and with a flick of the wrist yanked the piece of black satin from between them, sending it flying toward the floor. She held her position, poised above Jon’s straining cock, as her eyes locked with his. Jon held his breath, unable to move, his eyes blazing. He wanted her more than he could remember wanting anything. EVER.

Cate reached down between them and grasped Jon’s shaft delicately between her thumb and forefinger. Angling it to the correct alignment, she shifted her position slightly until she felt his engorged head pressing into her center. She watched rapture sweep across Jon’s beautiful face as she slowly, agonizingly, lowered herself onto him, drawing him inside centimeter by centimeter.

“OHHHHHHH….” Jon moaned as she took him in. She felt him tense inside her, and she knew he was about to explode.

“Stop.” she commanded, halting her movement.

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise. “I… I can’t…” he gasped. He tried to buck his hips up against her, attempting to deepen his penetration before his climax.

“Stop.” Cate repeated. She sat frozen astride him, barely breathing, not wanting to stimulate him further. “You can cum when I say you can.”

“Goddamnit, Cate… Fuck Me!” Jon’s exasperated growl made Cate smile.

Time to give him what he REALLY wants.