Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

Greg then transitions to pinning, his knee pressing firmly between Pauls shoulder blades. "Notice the placement of my knee and how I distribute my weight," he instructs, holding the pin. His voice carries clearly over the field, "You need to immobilize your opponent effectively." "All right, let’s see what you’ve got. I’ll be timing each pair," Greg declares, setting his stopwatch.

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.

The workers below held their breath, muscles tense as they watched the massive slab hang suspended in the open air. "Steady... steady," Owen muttered under his breath, stepping past the safety line with his hand raised, guiding the crane operator by sight. "Easy... drop it down now. Right on the anchor bolts." With a soft, heavy thud that shook the ground beneath their boots, the bottom of the concrete panel settled precisely over the threaded steel bolts protruding from the foundation slab. "Pin it!" Owen yelled. Three workers rushed forward with pneumatic impact wrenches, spinning heavy steel nuts onto the anchor bolts and locking the wall into place within seconds.

Jasper asked, pointing his own light higher up the wall. "Damn it! How does anyone even reach that?" Thomas frowned hard at a heavy lockbox mounted high out of reach. "How do we get her out? We don't know the PIN," Jasper said, sighing in frustration. Thomas shoved his fingers through his hair, gently kicking the base of the wall. "I think I know!" he suddenly snapped his fingers, startling Jasper.

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.

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.

“This may sting.” He didn’t move to the seam. Instead, he brought the pin’s point to the sensitive skin just below her collarbone, where the neckline ended. With agonizing slowness, he pressed the tip in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make her jump, a sharp, sweet pain blooming. He watched her face in the mirror, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Sensitive,” he noted. His other hand remained on her hip, a possessive anchor.