Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

Trailing my hair strands off my face. I startled, the chart in my hand dropped almost immediately. My whole body ran cold. I reversed to slowly. With every step I took, he took another step. His eyes not leaving mine, his steps slow. My heart almost leapt out my chest as soon as my back hit the world allーa dead end. My breath hitched as he stepped closer, placing his hands across the wall. He didn't blink, he just leaned his head forward. His sweet perfume filled my nose, almost intoxicating.

Since I do not know what position I should do, I just knelt. Ryler went to the side of the bed while playing with the whip in his hands. “On your knees. Palms on the bed,” he said. He went at the edge of the bed. There is another headboard at the end of the bed. The board has three holes. I was surprised when Ryler lift the upper part. I did not even know that it can be lifted. “Put your hands in here and your head here,” he said, pertaining to the holes.

Warning this chapter contains scenes of torture, readers discretion is strongly advised He woke up from his slumber with a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage except that it didn't move. Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. To get up... so he was lying prone.

Chapter 9 ​My jaw. It literally feels broken. Like the bone is about to just pop straight out of the socket, and my throat is so incredibly dry and tight that trying to swallow my own spit is actually impossible. I’ve got tears just pooling up in my eyelashes. They’re spilling over, running down my face in these hot, messy streaks and dripping off my chin onto the floor. I can't even get a good breath in. Every single time I try to inhale, it feels like this massive, heavy weight is sitting right on my chest, blocking the air. And his hands. God, his hands are like iron. He’s got his fingers tangled so deep in my hair, holding my head completely still so I can’t even flinch away. Not even a

I removed his hand and shifted to the edge of my side. I opened my eyes but didn't turn to his side. I felt him shifting to his side. I turned my head to see him. He turned his back at me just like I did. * How do you like this chapter?

I take a slow look around and see that I am in a room that is all white, with that beep beep beep still going. I then look down at my hand to see why I can’t move it and find a male's head lying on it, I move my other hand and something pulls, and it stings a little. So I move it more carefully and bring it across my body so that I can use my fingers to move the hair that has fallen over the male's face.

I placed a hand in front of me, trying to push his chest away from me but my hands were limp, From the small moments of clear vision, I saw the smile on his lips widen, I felt as he placed a hand beside my head. Securing me in the middle of his sides, I tried to remove it, but my hands felt too heavy for movement.

“I’m not done playing.” She walked over to his closet, her hips swaying with a deliberate, sensual rhythm. She opened a drawer and pulled out two of his silk ties. She returned to the bed, the soft fabric dangling from her fingers. “Hands above your head,” she commanded. “Grip the headboard. Don’t let go.” He obeyed instantly, his hands shooting up to wrap around the wooden slats of his headboard. The muscles in his arms and chest bunched and flexed with the movement. He was a sacrifice, laid out on the altar of their forbidden pleasure.

I furrowed my brows and raised my head to look at the headrest I used. I found out my pillow was Clarence’s chest. I looked at his face and saw he was still sleeping. His hand was around my shoulders, and my hand was on his torso. I slowly raised my body from him, using my other hand as a guide. I looked at my body and saw I was still tieing the bedspread he gave me last night. Memories of the dreadful night rushed into my head, and I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. Goosebumps covered me, and I felt my throat tighten up again.

Chapter 4 I shake my head, but my body betrays me, my hips rolling, my cunt fluttering around his fingers. "I, I can’t." "You will." He pulls his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty, aching. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, shoving me face-first against the wall. His knee kicks my legs apart, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades, bending me over. "Hands on the wall. Ass out. Now."