Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

Ethan sighed. Chains clamped shut around my wrists and my hands were pinned above my head. The chains were one of Ethan’s hands. He held me in a vice grip and no matter how much I yanked it didn’t matter. Kicking was pointless, he had my legs pinned too. I was at the mercy of the monster above me.

But I was so turned on that I would have said anything for them to do something, anything. “Put your hands above your head,” Henry ordered. “And don’t move them unless we tell you to.” I rushed to do just as I was told, making sure to run my hands up Brad’ sides and loving the way he hissed. I felt a sharp pinch on my ass. “Hey!” Henry laughed. “You need to do as you're told, no improvising.”

Several bottles of liquor littered the floor. Christopher himself was standing before a huge canvas that had an incomplete drawing on it. His white singlet was soiled with paint and sweat and he held the brush tentatively. When he heard the door open, he turned sharply. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. he just paused, staring at me as if I was a mystery.

Which is I came almost naked. Towering over him I grasp his throat tightly in my right hand, my fingers curling around his windpipe. Lifting him with ease Into the air until his feet are dangling, I watch with a sinister amusement as he tries to claw at me hands on reflex. Forgetting that he doesn't actually need to breath, his fear causing him to react stupidly.

But Zitrey just stared at it. "Big bro Zeth you should high-five too when we raised our hand." Nathan said insisting. Zitrey sighed in her mind once again, if she wouldn't make their request, they won't leave her behind. And to her it's truly bothersome. Staring at their hand intently, she pulled her hand outside her pants pockets and raised it. The two of them grinned as they saw it and hit it hardly with their palm, shouting, "High-five!!!" Then shouted ouch after doing it. Zitrey hands are sturdy as rocked, well likewise them. Their palm became pinkish.

He falls to his elbows, inches above me. “Don’t move,” he growls. His right hand covers both of mine, gripping tightly. “If you let go, I’ll stop.” I search his face. He’s not kidding. My man likes the thought of my hands handcuffed or tied above my head. I can appease him. It’ll be fun. The rough pads of his fingertips skim down my arm and over my shoulder. I fight a shiver while biting my lower lip. I’m pinned beneath him, at his mercy and hot with all the possibilities.

With my other hand, I used her momentum to push her thigh back toward her body. Her center of gravity shifted and we started to fall. I'd positioned myself to land gently on top of her, but she landed with a hard thud anyway. Quickly grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head with one hand. My lower body was pressed tightly against hers holding her in place, as my other hand came down over her heart.

He lifted a finger to point downward and rotate. I obediently turned. Nearly shaking with apprehension. He reached around my stomach. His broad chest pressing to my back as his hands slid over my round hips and along my stomach to cross over me. Linking with the fingers of my opposite hands. Pulling them around until my forearms crossed over my belly in a tight hug. Pinned.

“Wrists up. Above your head.” I lift my arms, crossing my wrists obediently. His movements are efficient, practiced. The rope loops firmly, securely around each wrist, not tight enough to hurt, but with no chance of slipping free. He ties the ends to the same heavy headboard posts my ankles were fastened to last night. I’m spread open again, but this time, it’s my arms stretched above me, making my back arch, my breasts thrust upward. Utterly helpless. Utterly his.

occasionally the rubbing would stop and I would feel a finger inside me. This felt so good!!.... i could barely conceal my moans... He was so good at this. Damon looked straight into my eyes while doing this to me. He had that knowing crooked smile.... he knew how good he was making me feel. His other hand was on cupping my cheek, keeping my face in place so that I could not break our eye contact even if I wanted too. "Think you can take two fingers beautiful", Damon said with a smirk on his face. In between my moans, the word barely came out of my mouth ...."ye....es".