Hands Pinned Above Head Novels & Stories

Ding Hao did not dodge. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his right fist. With his palm turned upward, he lowered his elbow and withdrew his arm. Slowly, he clenched his fist to the right side of his waist. A mass of purple airflow visible to the naked eye gathered on his fist like a whirlwind.

The cuffs were attached to a thick silver chain, which was in turn attached to a heavy steel eyelet which was screwed into a thick 4x4 beam that crossed the ceiling from wall to wall. I could not move my hands more than one inch in any direction. Her eyes met mine again, and she stepped closer. Her turquoise teddy rubbed against my naked, trembling body. She reached her hand between my legs again, and cradled my balls, her warm palm surrounding them. "Did you mean what you said, Pete?" she cooed.

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.

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.

"That response is still way too lame and empty for a girl who wants her king." Without giving me a single second to think, he grabbed both of my wrists, took my hands up over my head, and pinned them securely against the wall behind me. He leaned his massive upper body down over my shoulder, tilting his head until he placed his nose directly on my armpits. He drew in a long, deep breath, his chest expanding significantly as he inhaled my natural scent deeply into his lungs.

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.

My arms are tied behind my back with the opposite hand touching the opposite elbow. I can feel myself on the verge of orgasm, but it will never come because the way they have me set up, I am getting zero clit stimulation. My hair is being held up and is tied to a rope that is tied to the ceiling. This is a very hard position to mainitain, but I am going to have to. It's a fitting punishment for all the nipping I did.

Mate? My jaw immediately dropped and then closed. I repeated the gesture several times, trying to keep a single thought long enough to speak on it. Suddenly my hands were balled into fists, and I lunged myself forward. Unfortunately I was about at the height of his nipples so I wasn’t at all intimidating. I craned my neck to look up at him, ready to give him a piece of my mind!

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?”