Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

I tried my best to match his pace, but no matter how I tried, he would always walk a bit faster. When we got to the giant door of the house, he unlocked it with a pin. "4406,” he suddenly said. “What?” I asked. “4406, that is the pin to unlock this door,” he said, and I nodded in response. As we entered his house, my mouth opened as wide as I possibly could. It was stunning and still maintained its elegance, although it did not look much like a home. Everywhere was painted and decorated with cool colors; for sure, black was mostly predominant. Most of his furniture and decorations were a mixture of black and white; even every inch of his house, from what I saw, was painted white.

Upon entering the room, the first thing that came into view was the well-organized circuit equipment, but after Noel operated a group of distribution cabinets on the wall for a while, the whole wall slowly opened inward. Charlie could see from the side of the door frame that the door disguised as a wall was nearly one meter thick, and both sides were reinforced with very thick steel plates. Not to mention martial arts experts, but it would be impossible to blast this wall down even with ordinary heavy firepower.

Slow and soft in a way that was considerably more dangerous than any of the rest of it, and his hand in my hair was gentle, and my free hand had gone to his chest without my permission and was gripping his shirt. "Romy," he said, very quietly, his mouth at the corner of mine. "Don't," I whispered. My free hand was at his collar. My fingers found the cool metal of the belt he wore under his shirt and closed around it. The pin was attached to the back of it. I had put it there four days ago. I pressed my lips briefly to his jaw, let him think whatever he wanted to think about that — and got the pin between two fingers, found the cuff lock by feel, and worked it in three seconds flat.

I moved the steel pick to the left and searched for the second pin hiding in the rusted metal. My hands shook from the freezing temperature but I forced my muscles to hold steady. The second pin caught and locked into place with a satisfying scrape. I shifted my weight on my bruised knees and focused on the final and most stubborn tumbler holding the deadbolt secure. I twisted the pick upward and felt the heavy iron resist the tiny piece of steel. I gritted my teeth and applied a little more force without snapping the fragile tool in half. The tension broke suddenly and the final pin snapped upward with a loud and echoing snap.

"What am I doing?" I take the lipstick from her hand and place it on the counter. She immediately spins to face me to protest, but I take advantage of her position and press her back into the wall behind her. With my left hand, I pin her hands above her head and drive my body into her, pinning her completely so she cannot move. "You really do like walls, don't you?" "I could always pin you to the floor, but then we will have a problem." "What problem?" "Oh, so you want me to do that?"

I gasp as he suddenly pins me to the wall. “You think I'll fuck another person when I badly want to fuck you?” He scoffs, disbelief written on his face as his hot breath fans my face. He's too close and I hate that he's too close. I'm feeling hot, in a good and bad way. I want him to touch me as he's pinning me to the wall, my dick is already painfully hard. “I don't just know what's in you, Adrian.” He draws out, smacking his lips loudly as he runs his other hand through his unpacked hair.

Polly smiled at her, placing it in her hand. “It's going to have multiple uses.” Polly said nodding to it. “What do you mean?” Nora said looking over the hair pin and then she noticed a small break in the metal. Nora pulled on the bottom of the hair pin and it exposed a thing ashapr blade. Nora smiled surprised at Polly. “I can tell you're strong but every girl needs added protection. Speaking of protection; wedge something in the door tonight to ensure no one can get in.” Polly said walking towards the door.

‘The only way to open this door would be to have all twelve needles pointing in the right direction. “Do you know how to solve this?” Nadine looked up at Adrian and asked, who merely smiled in response. “Knowledge is power.” After that, Adrian turned the needles and pointed each and every one of them in a particular direction. Immediately after, a “click” sound was heard and the wall shifted inwards before sliding open!

I do my business and step out only to see Chris by the door. I try to walk past him but he drags me back. He pins me to the wall, peering down at me.

“Dante always finds me.” The silence that followed was thick, broken by mocking laughter. “Cocky little thing, aren’t you?” one of them sneered. They shoved me into a room...cold, metallic, the air heavy with damp. The door slammed, a lock clicking into place. I sat still for a moment, heart hammering, and then slowly reached up. My hairpin. Thank God. I crouched low, fingers trembling but determined, and pressed the pin’s blade against the wall where no one would think to look...on the wall, close to the floor.