Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

He moves my wrists from being pinned above my head on the bed to being held against the back of my neck. Once he is on his knees with me firmly on his thighs, he then slides his hand back up my body to my wrists, he then takes one wrist in each hand before moving and twisting one behind my back to hold it against my lower back. He then does the same with the other one, as soon as both arms and hands are secure behind my back he again shifts his hand so only one hand is holding both.

My hands broke out on instinct, ready to break my fall. "I told you not to move those hands. Do you need me to tie you up?" My hair shook fast, brunette hair flying everywhere and clouding my already narrow vision. "Then put your hands where they should be and don't move." I did as he asked, placing both hands on the back of my head. In that position, I must've looked extremely lewd with my nipples clamped, on my knees with my ass in the air. My clit dripped and in the absence of my underwear, I felt the clear slick trace down my thigh.

Didn’t even turn his head. On my left Nathan dropped his head into both hands with his elbows on his knees. I reached over and put my hand on his back. His spine was rigid under my palm. I felt him pulling slow breaths in through his nose and pushing them out and I kept my hand exactly where it was.

"Officer, don't listen to that woman's lies. That man was so strong back in the elevator!" She gestured wildly, sobbing as she described the details, "His palms were so rough. His fingers were full of calluses. It hurt so much when the calluses scratched my thighs... and his left hand was especially strong. When it grabbed the back of my neck, I felt like my bones were gonna break! "I fought back desperately and managed to scratch the back of his hand. There must be my fingernail marks on the back of his right hand! That's the proof!"

You're not scared of getting what's coming to you, huh? His words seemed so silly to me now. I looked up at him with an icy stare. "Would you actually give me the money if I asked?" He paused, looking unsure for a moment. However, then, as if proving a point, he gave me a mocking glance. "Nevaeh was right. You're only with me for my cash."

Summer’s Point of View My eyes darted back and forth like a ping-pong ball between the two men. Their tall, looming figures towered over me, casting a dark shadow on my petite frame. Their grip on my wrist was like a vice, cutting off my circulation. I could feel my pulse racing as I struggled to break free. Suddenly, I shook my hands vigorously, causing Harvey to release his hold on me. But Steven’s grip remained unyielding, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

“I called you Mr Montgomery in front of Mrs Collins and she questioned me. I don’t think I can handle this any better” “Even if you kept your mouth shut, she would question you. You flinch every time I touch you” “It’s… I’m having a hard time wrapping myself up in all of this! I’m so not used to physical contact and all of this seems like a dream, I don’t know… I’m just scared I screw everything up” “We’ll have to change that, then” he stated at me briefly before gabbing my hand and pull me against his chest. I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct.

"Now, today I want you to defend yourself." He adjusted my posture, touching me a little too much for my liking. He was engaged, I was in love with him and it wasn't a good combination. Warmth pooled between my legs and he trailed his hands up and down my body. His touch feels insanely forbidden now that his fiancée is living here with us. "Put your hands up and keep your elbows tight. Your gloves should be at about eye level with your palms toward your face. Tuck your elbows close to your body, tight into your ribs," he explained as I held the position.

Her hands form into fist as she waits for the sound to get closer and when she feels the presence of someone behind her she decides to spin around. Before she spins around, a large arm wraps around her neck. Immediately she grasps the arm and tries to pull it down, her action made in a bat of an eye not astonished or frightened. She grips tight onto the arm around her neck with both her hands, the other arm of the stranger slides forward with a folded piece of chloroformed material in his grip. She stops his arm with one hand and slips the other hand behind her neck to get a hold on the person’s head.

As the sounds of the matching feet became more audible, my heartbeat got serious. Dropping one's head showed humility but should we raise both hands in the air too? "We should raise our hands in the air as soon as it's demanded of us," Cynthia said as though she was reading my thoughts. The smart little girl kept her down as I advised her to do. "Get her," A voice said in a very audible tone that in spite of the noises and background music, we were able to hear him firmly and clearly. Shuffling feet made toward us and when we were just about to be captured, there was an order from nowhere.