Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

He says grunting hard. Trying to keep his hands steady so she won’t see his nerves, he eases them up from her hips to her breasts, cupping the sexy globes before flicking his thumbs over the pink tips. She arches her chest, moaning delightfully. He reaches for her wrists and pull her arms over her head, pressing them into the mattress. Hovering over her face, he then kisses her briefly. "Be a good girl and keep your hands above your head right here, understood?”

"Sshh. That is your punishment for being so naughty and rebellious. Hands above your head." I was taken aback! This is not how we do it. I do not quite comprehend the name of this steamy, hot madness in his head, but it's turning me so dangerously on. I am fucking wet, and yet he hasn't touched me. The way his hungry eyes are devouring my nude body, worshipping the sight before him, is mind-charming. "But, Andy,..." "Hands above your head. NOW!" His dominant silver voice echoes, giving no room for defiance.

He says when he pulls back, I laugh even though I am still catching my breath, reeling in the aftermath of the erotic kiss. "Okay." I offer him my hands, eyes glittering with anticipation. With one hand, he grabs both of mine and lifts them high above my head, not too high that it is uncomfortable, but enough that I can't move freely once he secures them in the cuffs. I inhale his skin shamelessly as he does the cuffs above my head. He chuckles, glancing down at me with heat.

I asked Gabriel, "Yes he is, Mage are very stuck in their ways Scarlette and that is their greatest downfall, now we have the bastard." We continue to watch the footage in the hopes that we will see the Mage's face, but we don't they sit there with their hood covering their face the whole time, even when they take a swig of their beer, we see a sharp chin, light of complexion but that is it, no beard shadow and Gabe says that is normal for no facial hairs so we don't even know the gender because the cloak is hiding the figure and the hands are in fucking gloves! This is so frustrating.

It would be so easy to strip her naked, push her up against the wall, and . Whoa there, buddy! He lifted his head and his hands, raising them up with his palms out in a gesture of surrender, and wondered, with the slightest hint of hysteria, why he was always the one calling a halt to things. One day he was going to give her what she so desperately wanted and to hell with the consequences. But, he conceded wryly as he looked down into her frustrated face, that day was not today. She was weaving on the spot and if not for the fact that she still had her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, she would probably have fallen.

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.

His eyes trailed down to my chest, and waist before stopping on my right wrist. I couldn’t tell what he had in mind. I couldn’t focus on anything else with him straddling me, with his legs brushing against my body. I looked back at him when he held both my wrists together in one hand. My breath hitched as he pinned my hands above my head, hovering back over me in the process. I was struck speechless. My mouth dropped open in shock. With one hand keeping my hands above my head, he briskly removed his shirt with his other hand.

I complied. "Arms together, like before, only in front." I crossed my forearms over my belly, and she quickly buckled the sleeve back in place before pulling the over my head and attaching it low on the metal headboard. My hands were free to open and close, but I couldn't lift my arms at all.

I pant, looking into his ever-green eyes. It was noon, anyone could see what he was doing but he didn't care as he used one hand to pin both of my hands above my head. His other hand played with the hem of my shirt and suddenly, he shot one hand in my top. I shivered as adrenaline coursed through me.

Brooklyn- I expected him to attack straight out, but what he did instead surprised me. Kneeling to one knee, with one arm positioned on the knee he had up, the other crossed over his chest with his hand balled into a fist. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. I didn’t know what to do.