Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

He lifted a finger to point downward and rotate. I obediently turned. Nearly shaking with apprehension. He reached around my stomach. His broad chest pressing to my back as his hands slid over my round hips and along my stomach to cross over me. Linking with the fingers of my opposite hands. Pulling them around until my forearms crossed over my belly in a tight hug. Pinned.

I pushed against his chest, a desperate, futile attempt to create distance. My hand, surprisingly, fell flat against his sculpture, bare chest, smooth, warm skin of his pectorals, taut and unyielding beneath my palm. The warmth startled me, a jolt of something akin to desire cutting through the anger. But I pushed harder, aiming to dislodge him. He didn’t budge an inch. Instead, his free hand, lightning fast, caught my wrist. His fingers closed around it, strong and possessive. With a soft click, it was pinned above my head, joining his other arm, caging me completely.

“AHHHHHHHH BLOOD!!!!” I jump up screaming while covering my eyes which are still a little open. Poor view. "Fucking too loud" I heard Hector say before I felt his hand on my arm and pulled me into his condo. He pinned me behind the door and covered my mouth, "HHMMMMMMMM!!!" My eyes widened when I realized it because he was so close to me. Then... his abs were hit by my hand every time I moved.

"Raise them." He lifted his arms without hesitation, pressing his wrists together above his head against the iron scrollwork of the headboard. The position made his chest expand, muscles flexing under his skin. I'd seen him kill men with those hands. Watched him break bones and spill blood without flinching. Now they were mine to bind.

Vivian commanded softly. ​She did not flinch against his possessive, iron grip. Instead, she raised her uninjured left hand, her small, pale fingers wrapping firmly around the side of his neck. Her cold palm pressed over his frantic, thudding pulse point, acting as an instant anchor against his chaotic, protective fury until his fierce gaze was forced to lock entirely onto hers.

she ordered flatly. The heavy metal clicked loudly, and suddenly my hands were completely free. Kai’s cuffs fell to the gravel a second later with a dull clink. I didn't waste a single breath or look back at the corporate ruins. I reached out instantly and grabbed his hand, locking my fingers into his with a fierce, unbreakable grip.

Mo Yuhan extended his left hand slightly as the man beside passed him the pistol. He pointed the pistol straight at the man's mouth whose hands were tied with rope to the ceiling as his legs were chained to the wall. The pistol in his hands made a circular motion: the men understanding his indication gagged the person's mouth with socks so that he couldn't make a sound.

There are also bars on the wall. “Give your hands, palms up,” he says. Clasping each of the cuffs onto a hand. They look very intimidating yet they are soft on the inside. Making sure that they were not too tight but firm, he then takes each of them and locks them to a bar above my head so that my arms are spread. Slowly, he runs his hands down the inside of my arms. He starts kissing my neck as his hands go to my waist. I can not hold it in and give a soft moan as my head rolls back, giving him more access.

Then he gave the other arm the same treatment. Sarah's hands tugged at his shirt, pulling the tails from his khakis. He was sorry now he'd worn something with buttons. He was tempted to just rip the shirt open in his haste, buttons be damned. But somehow Sarah managed and shoved the garment from his shoulders. Impatiently he broke the contact with her so he could shrug the garment off and toss it away.

I squeeze his neck with my arm and he reaches up, tearing my arm free. "See, I shouldn't be able to do that so easy," he points out. "Okay, so what did I do wrong?" "You wore panties. You shouldn't wear any panties." I freeze, narrowing my brows. He's fucking with me. "Do the move again, only tuck your left hand behind my head to where it's touching your shoulder instead of sitting on my head, and then push your head against mine. This way it locks your hands in to where I can't pull them down."