Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

“No. Stop. I’m not. I’m not.” He grabs one of my hands and puts it above my head. “Keep this one here,” he says, his voice going serious. I stare at him as he grabs my second hand. “And keep this one over here.” I’m lying with my arms above me, pretend handcuffs holding me fast. I start breathing heavier with anticipation, anxious to see what’s going to be next. My lady parts are tingling. “You have to keep your hands there until I give you permission to let them

I raised my right arm and shocked my elbow against the inside of his. The hand that held my left wrist suddenly let go, and slowly moved to help the one that flew away from my throat. I turned my body to the opposite side and my hand passed loosely on my face, and I ended up holding his arm within reach of my chest, closing them with mine on a cross. The man pulled my hair with his right hand, and even with the pain in my scalp, I positioned my elbow in a perfect isosceles triangle, turning the body with all the strength that came from my toes to the shoulders.

I couldn't help but wince every time they punch each other face, their lips are already bleeding and I could also see the bruises on their cheeks, but even though they were hurting, they didn't stop and still fighting over the handcuffs. Until Vin corner Pang's hand and he used his body to prevent Pang from struggling, he then quickly handcuffed Pang's hands into the headboard. "What the fuck, Vin. Remove this fucking handcuffs on my hands. I am the top and you are the bottom, end of discussion." Pang complains but Vin just ignored him and slumped down on the bed next to him. "Nah! By the looks of it, it seems that I'm gonna be the top and you're gonna be the bottom." Vin replied chuckling,

As Reid was tossed a few feet back toward the ground, he rolled back up also on the defense. Running toward each other, I position myself so I can use my good arm to catch him under the chin with the intention of flipping him down to pinning him. However, Reid has the same idea as I do, only he can use both arms. As I try to catch his chin, he pivots and puts both hands on my head going for the kill move. Had this been a real fight, he would have snapped my neck in mid-air.

I’ll pull you up! I can feel slightly loosening the grip until only the fingers are being hold up tight. I saw that he’s giving up so I shook my head and use my other hand to pull him up. I shout from the pain

HAZEL In one swift movement, he pins both of my hands together in one of his, forcing them above my head and pressing them against the pillar behind me. My back collides with the cold surface, sending a shiver racing down my spine. Now I’m trapped. My hands are held above me … in the same position I was in upstairs. The air in the indoor sunroom is heavy with panes of glass that offer a view of the gardens.

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.

Hades POV I study the two shifters who are restrained in separate cells, silver cuffs tight around their wrists, their arms above their head as they hang from a hook in the ceiling, silver shackles tying their legs together. There is fear in their eyes. They swallow nervously. I pick one, my hands wearing leather gloves, a silver blade in my hand. His eyes widen. I give him a malicious smile, twisting the knife in my hands. I wasn't known for being ruthless for nothing. They knew my reputation. They knew I wouldn't give them a single shred of mercy.

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.

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.