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.

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.

“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.

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

I shake my head, not a chance am I just giving in he can work for this. “Now, or this punishment will get a lot worse.” I laugh, oh such a bad punishment last time, I keep laughing. His hands grab mine and the cuffs lock keeping them behind my back. “Push onto your toes and your head forward.” I move my head forward slowly feeling the coldness of what seems like a penny against it.

Three. One. And stopped. His fingers locked in place. The joints strained from sheer restraint. The dim lighting only made her skin appear more delicate. Compared to his scarred hands, it looked impossibly fragile. His head lowered further. Broad shoulders hunched. The warm cloth tightened in his grip. "Break your hand?" The question came out rough and quiet. Vivienne slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze settled on the bowed head before her. Without warning, she extended her leg.

Mate? My jaw immediately dropped and then closed. I repeated the gesture several times, trying to keep a single thought long enough to speak on it. Suddenly my hands were balled into fists, and I lunged myself forward. Unfortunately I was about at the height of his nipples so I wasn’t at all intimidating. I craned my neck to look up at him, ready to give him a piece of my mind!