Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

I shout but immediately one of them climbs on top of me and covers my hands. "Shhh don't be loud miss I'll be angry like that" he said but I don't listen to him instead I punch him but after that the other man grab both of my hands and put it above my head. "You are naughty," I groan in pain when he punches me in my stomach. The man above me starting to kiss my neck and pull my jacket off my body, I can’t shout because his covering my mouth but I still try to make some noise for help.

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.

Peter shoved me aside, ordering, "Come down to the station tomorrow to give your statement!" The officers left, leaving me in the basement on my own. I tapped into the photo in the group chat. In it, George was showing the peace sign while smiling from ear to ear. However, he had lost a joint in his right pointer finger, so he usually avoided showing his right hand. However, the right hand in the photograph was not missing a joint. I zoomed in on the photo as the tips of my fingers ran cold. I caught a vague glimpse of a silhouette on the observation glass on the freezer door in the background. Their face looked white and puffy, and they seemed like they had something over their head.

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.

‘It seems you like what you see,’ I said, a smirk touching my lips as I watched her eyes on me. She blinked, her cheeks flushing, then met my look. Copying my earlier move, she reached out and ran her hand over my skin in a deliberately teasing gesture. As her fingers began to pull away, I caught her wrist in my grasp, holding it firm. Her eyes lifted to mine, and I held them with an intensity that felt like it could strip her bare. In that unguarded moment, I lifted her hand and pinned it above her head, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

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.

He slowly raised his hands up and above his head in surrender, shaking with fear. "Please, don't shoot.."

"He's here!" Followed by an angry shout. "Hands above your head and knees on the ground, now!"

Danny smiled like crazy while gripping his hand onto Marian. Marian bit her lip furiously as she tried to unclasp her fingers from Danny. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy spirit, Amen," they all crossed their hands from the forehead to the abdomen, through their left shoulder and right shoulder and clasped their hands-on chest level. They all smiled and the cooks started to pile up again the cuisines on the table that made them drool.

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.