Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

"Jason, come here and steady me, please." I knew exactly where the air handler was, and it wasn't there. Mom was making a move, and I was just going to follow her lead. I stood in front of her, my head even with her hips, and placed my hands low on her thighs, just below the hem of her shorts. My palms were flat, and my thumbs were on the inside. Mom had her head and shoulders above the suspended ceiling, out of sight. "Move your hands higher -- higher, please. This is precarious."

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.

He climbs up on top of me and holds both of my wrists above my head. "And you too."

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 had planned this moment meticulously, every detail designed to heighten her senses and make it an experience she would never forget. "Hands above your head, Quinn," I instructed, my tone firm yet gentle, leaving no room for hesitation. Her eyes met mine, a fleeting glimpse of uncertainty flickering across her face before she complied. With a deep, steadying breath, she raised her arms, her hands hovering above her head like a sacred offering. I smiled, a slow, sensual curve of my lips, as I reached for her wrists.

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.

And then it happened. Grappling under him, about to cum, he wrapped his fingers around her right wrist. It was unyielding and hard. With a smooth practiced motion, he held her hand aloft over her head, bracing it against the mattress. He did the same to her other wrist, holding both wrists in one of his huge hands.

Even if I tried, it wouldn’t work. “Now…” he held my one hand with both his hands. “... while your knees are up, you can hip thrust and unbalance the pressure the attacker is putting on you. Then you can bump their head on the headboard. I held your one hand and not both. This is to have your full control over that hand of your attacker.” He hip thrusted and slammed me on the other side away from him. While still holding my hand with both his hands, he pulled out himself from my legs completely.

“Hands.” I lifted my hands above my head and a moment later felt the cool leather sliding on my wrists. Then my hands were pulled tight until they were stretched above my head. I tilted my head up and then sideways when I didn’t see him. He was crouching down low behind the desk, then a moment later he came into view, his grey eyes sparkling.