Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

I couldn't fight it. I hung my hands in front of me, my throat working bitterly as the tin-armored guards clasped their metal chains around my wrists.

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.

She snapped. "My apologies. "She watched him hold his ciger between his index and minmddle finger, that is between his first and secound knockle, his palm facing downwards. A classic manner, but then his palm faced himself as he blew some rings, his fingers now pointing upward. Sophistication or pure foolishness, she had to decide what kind of person he was. Her eyes grew with interest until he ruined the poise--only it was part of the plan.. His hands were in a relaxed, simple position.

Panic-stricken by her sudden exposure, she quickly tried to bring her arms up to cover her chest, desperate to hide her nakedness from his devouring gaze. But Dominic was faster. He caught her wrists mid-air, his massive palms wrapping completely around her delicate wrists. With a firm, unyielding pressure, he pinned her hands flat against the mattress on either side of her head, locking her arms in place and leaving her entirely exposed, vulnerable, and yielding beneath him.

I gently pried her fingers away from my hand, taking a deep breath as I crawled out from the safety of the booth and stood up on my two feet. "Put both of your hands high up in the air where we can see them!" the second gunman shouted aggressively, stepping forward to flank my side. I quickly raised my palms toward the ceiling, my legs shaking slightly under the pressure. The leader gave a sharp nod to his partners, his expression turning cold and businesslike once again. "Let's go. Move your feet."

I tried to stand after a few minutes, but my leg was really stuck. “I can’t, I’m stuck.” I pointed out and he rolled his eyes before holding his hand out. I bit on my lower lip and regard his outstretched hand withou reaching for it. “Are you gonna accept it or not? It’s not gonna bite.” He drawled out, making color fill up my cheeks as I glared up at him and jammed my hand in his larger one. He arched an eyebrow at me as he jerked me upwards so fast that I felt my head spin a little. I’d have collided into his chest if I hadn’t held my second hand out, and that supposed second hand is currently pressing into his hatdy chest.

His hips jerked, pushing deeper before he caught himself again. I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. “Hands above your head.” He stared at me, pupils blown wide. For a heartbeat I thought he’d refuse. Then, slowly, he raised both arms, crossing his wrists above his head like he was offering himself up. “Good alpha,” I purred. The words felt foreign and powerful on my tongue.

Chloe My hand instinctively dropped, grasping his wrist, but he shook his head, increasing his pace. At that moment, I lost control of my voice, and only moans escaped freely. A tight knot quickly formed in my stomach as his hand seized both of my wrists, pinning them above my head.

How was she supposed to turn around when was hovering over her and standing in her bubble? She didn't move and perhaps the man wasn't very fond of stubbornness. She gasped loudly when she felt large hands on her waist and she swiveled around. Her hands instantly went down as she tried to pry his hands away. Some inches of her skin were visible because of the dress and his hands were touching exactly there. His hand was huge and she was grasping his thumb in her whole fist trying to remove his hand, in doing so the netted veil got loosened and it slipped from her head and her shoulders but before it could fall on the floor, she grabbed it and bunched it on her chest.

“Good!” “Yeah?” I can’t resist any praise. I’m sure I’m grinning like a child. Again, he slaps me. This time I feel it. My hands dropped. I didn’t think he would be taking this so seriously. “Hands up. Now. Elbows. Try not to use your wrists. Aim for the neck. Try it.” “How?”