Page 39 of Take the Bait

Tucker gave her a predatory grin as he brought her hands over her head and settled them next to the metal bars on her headboard. Then, with the careful precision of someone who clearly grew up tying knots on boats throughout his life, he looped her wrists through the scarf and attached them to the bed. Tugging the scarf to make sure it was sturdy, he nodded in satisfaction, his eyes dancing hungrily over her naked body. Her nipples tightened as his gaze paused over her breasts.

She’d never felt so… bare. And vulnerable.

But with Tucker, she felt safe.

Safe enough that the heat that had been steadily growing in her belly was almost torturous.

“It’s as tight as the scarf will allow, but you can still get out if you want,” he said, reaching for the smoothie he’d made that had been sitting, forgotten, on the breakfast tray he’d brought her. “If you feel uncomfortable, or don’t like something I’m doing, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”

Her heart warmed.Thiswas why she felt safe with him. She knew that the moment she said the word stop, he would.

But she didn’t want that. She needed him to move faster. Make her come. Again and again and again. Just like last night.

She nodded. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

Grabbing a spoon from the tray, he dipped it into the smoothie, then pulled it out and licked it, his eyes raging with lust as Hanna squirmed beneath him.

Dipping the spoon back in, he scooped out the smoothie and delicately pressed it against the center of her chest, square between her tits. Hanna gasped, the cold shocking her body and tightening her already pebbled nipples even more.

She’d never done this before—and she didn’t expect the corresponding heat in her core.

The smoothie began to melt slowly as Tucker ran his tongue along the purple line he’d made from her chest to her belly button. Rubbing her legs together, full of impatience, Hanna whimpered.

Tucker dipped the spoon in the smoothie, then circled her nipples with it, small bits of the smoothie collecting on her tits.

She moaned, the cold making her nipples almost painfully needy with desire.

“Tucker,” she breathed as he hovered his mouth over her breast.

“Mmm?”

He was singularly focused, his mouth closing around her left nipple, then her right—sweet relief from the cold, but increased desire and need for him tortured her.

He wasn’t done.

He dropped a heaping spoonful of the smoothie on her belly button, then sucked it out.

“Ahhh,” she moaned as his tongue lingered on her belly.

He was teasing her—so much so that she could feel the steady build of pleasure, the sweet increase of desire in her body, the unruly and desperate need to violently come.

“Too much?” He swirled the spoon around in the smoothie, a wicked grin playing over his lips.

“N-no,” she responded, trying to gain control of her breath.

“Good, because I’m not even close to being done with you,” he said, bringing a spoonful of smoothie to her belly, right above her sex. He pressed the spoon against her, eliciting another gasp from her, then dragged it down, down, down…

Hanna couldn’t see everything he did now. He was going lower—so low that she could only trust her body’s sensations to tell her what he was doing. There was an eager anticipation that came with it, a delicious tightness in her body, of not knowing what he was going to do next.

Hanna could feel her body buzzing with the force of a steady pleasure and desire, an orgasm feeling so close and so far.

She saw him dip the spoon back in the smoothie, then bring it back down to her center. Suddenly, she felt him press it to the inside of her thighs, and she hissed—desire coating her center as he licked up her thigh, but not nearly high enough. She squirmed, trying to bring her core to his mouth, and he chuckled.

“Impatient?” He asked, swirling the spoon again before pressing it to her other thigh and licking it clean.

“I—ahhh,” Hanna forgot what she was about to say as his tongue came tantalizingly close to her center.

She closed her eyes, wiggling against the scarf around her wrists, her body growing hot and needy with each swipe of histongue against her. Suddenly, she felt the spoon against her clit, its cool center pressing against her with such firmness that she released an animalistic screech as the pleasure kept building in her.