No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

With his free hand, he cradles my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You will learn to do things as I like them done,” He says softly, in a voice that promises pleasure. His eyes capture and hold mine, and I thought that even if he wasn't holding me, I would not have been able to break away. “I have particular needs. The first is that you are to never wrap your arms around me or hold me.” “Why not?” I whisper. “Because it’s what I require.” He lowers his lips to mine, and I realize that if he hadn’t been holding my wrists, my arms would have twined around him of their own accord, simply to ensure that I remained standing when my knees grew so weak.

I have my legs now across his lap. "Hold her in place and I'll pull" He says as he hands me the bottle , I lotion my wrist and hand well. I just hope this works , this one is tighter than the first one I had on. Right side guy holds me around my upper body as well as he can in the small space and I hold my arm close to my body to give more pulling room.

NANCY'S POV "I'm going to demonstrate different holds. Show you the weak points, the ways to escape. Then we'll practice. Ready?" I nodded. Zade moved behind me. "First, the most common hold. Someone grabs you from behind, pins your arms." His arms came around me, trapping my arms against my sides. His chest pressed against my back. His face was close to my neck—so close I could feel his breath on my skin. Warmth flooded through me instantly. My heart rate kicked up. My breathing went shallow.

He does the same with the right. I can’t lower my arms past my shoulders but I can move them within a small radius. I’m not pinned. I’m held. It’s the gentlest restraint we’ve ever used, and it’s doing something strange and sweet to my chest. There are times when this won’t be enough. When I need jute to force me to keep still or suffer the consequences immediately. When I need to be fixed in place so I can’t fight no matter how hard I try. But that’s not what I want tonight. I’m not stressed, just looking for my boyfriend to play with me.

In his arms. THE END

He can’t see me like this, I have to go now! However, just by the moment I am trying to get up from the floor, my right arm is held back! Something heavy is pressing on my right arm, preventing it from leaving the floor! As I fall back to the floor heavily on my back, in a reflex, I turn my head to my right and give it a glance trying to find out what is holding me back. And there, it is at that moment, I see the thing that is lying on my right arm, clear and unveiled, it prints into my sight… My mind turns all blank.

That was caused by holding a bow for hours everyday. I kneeled in front of her to be on eye level with her and said, "Swords are still too heavy for your hands, Adrina. You are still not permitted to use this kind of weapon. Sword wielding is equal to death, the blade of a sword is death." I released her hands and transferred my hands to her shoulders. "I let you hold a bow so you can use it to protect yourself in times of danger. You can only hold a sword if you are truly ready. For the responsibility that comes along with handling a blade against your foe."

He begged me trying to steady me in his arms. “No! I am going to kill her! Do I look like a doormat that everyone can keep wiping their feet on me?" I screeched and tried to lunge at her from Ryan's arms. But he was gripping my waist tightly and holding me firmly against his body. Despite holding the food on his left hand, he sure had a sturdy grip on my waist. If I was not angry, I would have relished in the fact that I was in his arms, but I was still boiling in anger.

“Relax. I said I can handle it, didn’t I?” Austin studied me again, longer this time, like he was trying to figure out where that certainty was coming from. Fearing that he was starting to get suspicious, I smiled and reached out to cup his cheek. “I’ll be fine, babe. If anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you right away.” His expression softened the moment my hand touched his skin, the tension in his features easing just a little. “You promise?” he asked quietly, leaning ever so slightly into my touch. “Yeah, I promise.”

My hand flew to my stomach immediately. No—my baby— I braced for the impact. For the pain. For the crash. But it never came. Because he caught me. Strong arms wrapped around me before I could hit the ground. Firm. Secure. Unyielding. Like he would rather break than let me fall. My breath hitched. Everything stilled. His hand was at my waist, steadying me. The other, gripping my arm just enough to hold me upright. Careful. Controlled.