His hand came up behind her to tug at the strings still holding her bikini top up. Xxnx Deftly he untied them, the tiny scraps of fabric falling away from her body, leaving her bare before him and the rest of the beach.</p>
<p>Hannibal drew his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, tenderly caressing and massaging as he went. The rope responds to your struggle. She sagged with relief against the ropes holding her.</p>
<p>“You did very well, Clarice,” he crooned appreciatively. </p>
<p>Clarice held herself as still as possible on the floor, listening as he wound the rope together, creating an intricate web that would hold her suspended above the balcony. His finger descended to graze her lower lip, his nail scraping lightly over her chin, down the length of her throat.
