Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

The exterior has a design of a crow, shimmering under the light. “There it is…” Inhaling a deep breath, I approach the safe. There's a golden lock fastened on the handle. Again, I take out the sharp pin from my hair and try to unlock it. Strangely, the lock wouldn't make any twisting sound. “What's going on?” “The lock is made with a special mechanism. It wouldn't open with a simple pin.” A familiar, deep voice echoes through the wall. I slowly gulp, clenching the pin in my grip.

The shower trick wasn't fool proof, of course. A moment later, Tony returned from the kitchen with the little pin the landlord had given him to unlock the doors in the apartment. Each doorknob had a little hole on the outside and a turn lock on the inside. All he had to do was insert the pin and catch it on the mechanism, then turn clockwise until it clicked. Tony had picked countless locks before, so it took no time at all until he felt the door click and open softly. Slowly he pushed the door open.

I gasp, my hands flying up to brace myself against the peeling wallpaper. "Hands behind your back," Kir orders. I hesitate. That's all the invitation he needs. His foot nudges mine apart, stealing my balance, and my wrist disappears behind my back. His grip is firm and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly how this ends. "Yes, Sir," I choke out. I bring my right hand back to join the left. "Good." He keeps one heavy hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the wall.

I straightened up and did a salute, having him shake his head at me in amusement. “Now that you’re here, I have something for you.” He got up and took my hand in his as he led us across the office. I looked at him confused as to why we were standing in front of the wall like this but quickly clamped my mouth shut when I saw him put his hand on the wall, and a square shape opened up. “Whoa…” I breathed out. “So that’s how rich you are.” I nodded in fascination. There was a transparent sensor on the wall, only allowing Damiano’s hand shape and fingerprints to open up this secret safe inside the wall.

"She would have." "The light especially." "Yes." We sat there. The city outside doing its quiet Sunday night things. "What are you working on," he said. "The new piece. The pin you put up." I looked at the single pin in the blank space at the edge of the wall. Still bare. Still waiting.

“You’re more perceptive than I thought you were. Or at least, more perceptive than I was.” It was hard to miss, so I didn’t take what he said as a compliment. I’m guessing he was just too busy figuring something out to miss something like this. The wall was made of black and graying bricks, some cobwebs forming at the places where it wasn’t damp. However, in the center of all of that, was an indentation that was at most 7ft high and 3ft wide. Almost fit for a person to squeeze into. You could tell that the places where the bricks were discolored was a place that was often touched or moved. A door. A pathway. You just couldn’t miss it.

It’s got rings built into the headboard and footboard, clearly made for restraint. Right across from it is the one-way mirror wall, our reflections on full display while hiding whoever might be watching from the other side. To the left, a wall of carefully arranged gear catches my attention. Ropes in every texture and color, leather crops, floggers, and paddles hang from metal hooks like invitations. And in the corner, a sleek vanity stands beside a small mini-fridge, stocked with waters. The whole space is deliberate. Intimate. And hot as sin.

He finally pulled me the rest of the way to the wall, pinning my body hard against the rough concrete with his bigger frame, one hand gripping my hip to hold me exactly where he wanted. His thick cock slid teasingly along my slit again, the head catching at my entrance as our parents kept chatting in the background like nothing filthy was happening.

SAMUEL Once that is set, I move it next to the wall so that it can't be seen. I then pick up the other pair of silver cuffs, another long pronged U nail and the mallet. I walked over to the other side of the cave and attach the cuffs to the wall, just high enough that her feet only just touch the ground and she will be stretched out.

I look around and notice the other woman shaking with fear. "Turn and face the wall" he barks at the cowering woman. He let's out a sigh. Lifting me up, my legs wrap around his waist on instinct. He pins me against the wall and our lips collide. My hands slide down his shirt. I was too lost in him to notice, my nails turned to claws. His shirt lay beneath us in shreds. I grind myself against his hard length. He grins against my lips and slams himself inside me with such force, the stone wall behind me cracks,.