Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

I gripped his shoulders so tight but he soon flipped me on top of him "Rest your forearm on the headboard." he guided me and I did as told "ride my little one" he murmured and I was stunned, what I did I have to do but I was too aroused to let the opportunity slip away, I didn't even know how I was moving but resting my forearms in the headboard secured me firmly and he gripped my hips as if steadying me

He whispered in my ear as he pulled me further down by my hair. "I don't – think – so." I felt the adrenaline pulse through me, this was my moment to catch him off guard. Just as he loosened his grip to turn me around, I placed my hand on the side of his head. It was like timed stopped. I could not understand what I was doing, but it came naturally. Just like healing someone, I could do the opposite. As my hand touched the side of his head, his muscles relaxed, allowing for my other hand to brace onto the other side of his head.

I took in another breath as she moved her hands along the shaft all the way to the head of it. When I raised my head to look at her, she was looking down into the water, trying to see what she was doing. When I reached forward with one of my hands, I placed it on the underside of her chin as I gently lifted her head to meet with my eyes once more. "Try closing your eyes," I told her. "This way, you can let your hands be your eyes."

I kеер my head dоwn, fоrсіng mуѕеlf nоt tо lооk аt hіѕ butt as hе makes his wау uр tо hіѕ level of thе араrtmеnt. Inѕtеаd, I сlеаr аnd wіре down the tаblе аnd jugglе the рlаtеѕ over tо thе ѕіnk. I’m rinsing thе sauce оff еасh оf thеm, аnd рlасіng thеm іn neat ѕtасkѕ іn thе dіѕhwаѕhеr, whеn I suddenly fееl his hаndѕ on mу hips. Hе’ѕ gеntlу telling me hе’ѕ thеrе ѕо I dоn’t ѕtер back іntо hіm, but I feel like рrеѕѕіng аgаіnѕt hі m іnѕtеаd.

I shook my head. "Finish this first." He smirked at my request but didn't hesitate to bring me back on the bed before lowering his head between my legs. - End Of Chapter 20: Sleepover & Monster -

I couldn't use my hands to relieve my sore cheek, which was throbbing in pain due to being chained to the headboard. He clutched my neck in a tight grip and smashed my head behind the headboard. I screamed when my head started to throb badly. “But I must admit, seeing you all tired and helpless makes me compelled to do a lot more things to you.” He states casually, "The struggle you're putting on right now is turning me on to the point where I don't think I can restrain myself," he adds. Hovering over me, he runs his fingers up and down my hips, making me fudge in his hold. He slowly lowers his face, bringing it close to mine. I shivered at his touch.

But I won’t read chapter 6. I open the book and start at chapter 1. People are talking. That’s nice. That’s great. I check my clock. It’s already been 5 minutes. Do I really want to waste my alone time with talking when I bought this book for one singular purpose? Sighing with disappointment at my own lack of self-control, I flip the book open to chapter 6. The chapter starts with a woman on her bed. Her lover binds her hands to the headboard with a soft length of red rope.

I shifted on the bed, suddenly aware of how closely he was watching me. “We’ll start slow,” he continued. “I want to test your obedience today. Nothing extreme. Just enough to see how it feels for both of us.” My pulse quickened. “Right now?” “Right now.” He leaned back slightly, spreading his legs a little wider. “Take off your shirt. Slowly.” The command was quiet, but it carried weight. Heat rushed to my face. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the hem of my tunic. I pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor. Cool air kissed my bare skin. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze.