Novel & Cerita Hands Pinned Above Head

Still, I find myself blushing as I walk by these people, knowing they’re about to witness whatever’s about to happen. “Hands above your head,” the man instructs me. For the first time that day, I follow his instructions without resisting. We both know that if I didn’t want this, I would’ve used my safeword a long time ago. And we both know I still can. So playing this little game of cat and mouse every step of the way is starting to seem a bit unnecessary The man wraps some sort of cloth around my hands so that my wrists are bound together. “Does that feel okay?” he asks.

His hands guide me across the room. I am excited yet at the same time, I know it won’t be the same. He won’t use the paddle as hard and he won’t whip me with the whip. He will use the pinwheel at least, but there is a long list of no’s he has in his mind. His hands pull mine above my head, tying the rope around my wrists. I can move whereas usually my arms are stretched straight up with no freedom to move them at all.

“Out here on the street?!” “Out there on the street. No one’s going to know what you’re doing. They’ll think you’re standing there with your thumb touching your other fingers, that’s all.” “…can I hide my hand while I do it?” “Of course.” Clutching my hand under the arm holding the phone, I bent my fingers in a ‘C’ and touched the tip of my thumb to the tip of my middle finger. “Are you doing it?” “Yes.” “Now I want you to close your eyes.”

The instant my fingertips grazed my own skin, his hand snapped around both my wrists like a steel trap. “Wrong move, baby.” In one brutal, seamless motion he wrenched my arms high up my back, folding them tight between my shoulder blades, pinning them there with a single massive hand. My chest slammed forward into the couch, tits crushed against the leather, back arched so sharply my ass lifted even higher, completely exposed, dripping, helpless. My fingers curled uselessly in the air, trapped, trembling.

“Four in, four out.” I want to tell him to go to hell. Instead I inhale. One, two, three, four. Exhale. His chest rises and falls against mine, the hair on his skin an abrasive, intoxicating friction. “There you go,” he murmurs. His hands slide up, catching my wrists. He guides them above my head, fingers brushing the headboard. He doesn't just hold them, he pins them, his grip a manacle of flesh and bone. His thumbs rest over my pulse points.

Cross fingers. But although I am trying to be patient while waiting for Mr. Almiro to make his mind and decide by himself, I still could not help but feel disheartened, more so when I could see how adamant he was acting to avoid me. Only a blind man would not see his intention and since I am not one, I could definitely notice how he was trying his best to keep his eyes off of me. The other party has his head turned into a weird angle to the point that you could almost mistake him for a roaming undead. But not only that, but when I tried to pay close attention to him, I realized that Mr. Almiro was holding his position. I could tell that he was really trying so hard, so hard that I could al

Chapter 19 – Heat I struggled against Devin, attempting to twist and pull my arms from his grasp but it was useless. He held firm with one hand wrapped around both my wrists pinning them above my head, and moved his right leg in between mine, pressed his hips down onto me. He dipped his head down, bringing his lips against my cheek, and causing sparks to scatter down my body.

I jump up so I can position my elbow and fall into his stomach from above before he has a chance to stand up again. He doesn't let me get away once I'm on top of him though. He hands grab both my wrists and holds them together, and he flips so he can pin me on the ground as he hovers above. I think about kneeing him like I did Phillip, but I liked his man hood intact. He grins down at me, and I feel adrenaline rushing through my body. He thinks he's already won. He may have my arms pinned, but he's just loosely hovering above the lower half of my body.

I shook my hand slightly to free the knife I had slipped up the sleeves of my dress and raised my hand high above my head as if I wanted to caress him, where he wouldn't be able to see me and… I plunged it straight down.

Her brow was shiny with sweat, her lips parted in her battle cry and her arms pumped high above her head as it tilted back to the sky as if to thank the Moon goddess for finally being able to beat him. Then, suddenly, the world shifted. A hand latched to her hip, while the other grabbed her wrists, and the Alpha beneath her rolled them so she thudded onto the ground. He pressed against her, pinning her in place, her arms locked over her head by a single hand and her legs spread around his hips, with one held in place by his other hand.