Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

Her two hands were held above her head with one of his hand. "My turn." He grinned wickedly.

Why was he here now? The man from earlier pulls me up from the ground, places handcuffs around my wrists and pulls my hands above my head. I look up to see a hook in the ceiling. Silvio walks over and helps the man lift me so that the cuffs are linked through the hook on the ceiling, forcing me to hang by my wrists. I'm too short, so my feet just dangle in the air.

I scream, twisting my body, trying to squirm out of his grip. Colton lets out a low, warning growl that vibrates deep in his chest. His large hand flies out, wrapping firmly around both of my wrists in a single grip, pinning my hands flat against the wooden wall above my head. He holds me there effortlessly with one hand, completely neutralizing my struggles.

He follows the chain to the base of my throat and then skims his hands along my collarbone before sliding it up my arm. Once he reaches my wrist, he then takes the chain connected to the cuff there and then slides his hand down that chain, pulling it up until he gets to the end. He then lifts his hand, still holding the chain to replace his other hand holding my wrists. He then changes his hold and does the same with the other hand, following the chain connected to the cuff on my wrist until the end is in his other hand. He then moves very quickly, stepping back and jumping up, managing to slam both anchors at the ends of each chain into the wall, just high enough that my arms are stretched

My head was pressed against his abdomen, and my hand chocked on his arms to prevent him from strangling me even further. An idea came up to my mind and I acted in haste before this round would be over. I lifted my legs, bending my waist upwards, stretching them as far as I could go till I reached his neck. I swiftly wrapped them into his head, locking my knees at the back of his neck, and then mustering all of my might, I hurled him with one forceful move. His body soared above me and he release his grip on my neck. He rolled a few arms span away from me, while I took a deep breath and pushes myself up.

His hips jerked, pushing deeper before he caught himself again. I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. “Hands above your head.” He stared at me, pupils blown wide. For a heartbeat I thought he’d refuse. Then, slowly, he raised both arms, crossing his wrists above his head like he was offering himself up. “Good alpha,” I purred. The words felt foreign and powerful on my tongue.

This time, she is not going to let him play with her but she does — she interlocks his hands around his wrist before placing it above his head and locking him in her arms. The moment she locked his hands above his head, she leaned close, and her boobs touched his chiselled chest. Both are on fire and looking at each other with a smirk arouses their lips. To Be Continued

I nodded yes in reply. He set his hands just as he had before but with his palms up this time. I kept eye contact while placing my hands over his, palms down. And again the heat began to grow to almost uncomfortable levels. I so badly wanted to take my hand away but knew if I did, this was the end. And in my heart of hearts I knew that this couldn't very well be the end.

He enjoyed it and his fingers worked in her more. The feel of his fingers in her, completely wet and slimy, covered in her juices, the sound of her panting and her moans, her flushed face and the look in her eyes, but he didn’t want her touching him. Not yet at least, and not his shoulder and arm. He pried her hand from his wrist and placed it above her head, then took her other hand from his shoulder and placed it above her head as well, pinning them down with one hand while the fingers on his other hand continued to work her.

His hand beside my head, caging me in. Now closer I could see it: The last three buttons on his shirt undone. Pectorals heaving with each breath he took. Whatever packed his hair vanished, silky strands of black falling like a waterfall, curtaining the both of us. He was close—so close. "Alessandro!”My words anything but threatening like a baby wolf with milk teeth growling at an adult, “you're going too far!" I exclaimed when he gripped my two hands—by my wrists, pinning them above my head in a fluid manner.