Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

Chapter 36 Present time... I slowly opened my eyes because I felt like someone was watching me while I was sleeping. And my suspicion was correct because when I opened my eyes, I saw a man leaning on the side of the door when it was already open, I got up from lying down and then I leaned while sitting on the headboard of my bed . "Don't you have anything else to do?" I asked him rudely as I crossed my arms over my chest. I also looked at him.

I moaned as I was enjoying the way he was touching me. He let me lie down on the bed and removed my thong with his mouth. He asked me to hold the headboard and instructed me to not let go. His mouth and hands explored my body and every time I tried to touch him he would stop and ask me to put my hand back to the headboard. I was trying my best to do as he said but I couldn't. I had to touch him.

Trigger warning! This chapter has mild rape scenes; if you are sensitive to such topics, please don’t proceed to read. Valeria POV It’s been a few minutes or hours; I have no idea, but I can’t feel my legs. I don’t know what they put in that drink, but I was high and drowsy. I am well aware what is happening around me, but I was seeing double of everything; surely he put something in my drink. I have no idea what, but it was strong.

I shook my head, and reached bedside me to grab the sheets. "Hands on the headboard." I froze. And my eyes widened. His heated eyes stared between my legs as he hooked his fingers through his, and then rid himself of every clothing blocking my view of his cock. I didn't wait to be told twice. I moved backwards towards the headboard, and then raised my hands above my head to rest on the it. I could take a guess on what he was planning, but I relished in the anticipation running through my veins

“Hands above your head, baby. Hold onto the headboard.” I obeyed instantly, gripping the slats. The position arched my back and pushed my breasts higher. Callum’s eyes darkened with raw lust. “Look at these perfect tits bouncing for me. Gonna fuck them soon, but first…” He leaned over me, lined my pussy up with his cock again, and thrust back inside in one deep stroke. This time he didn’t hold back, he went hard, fast, and relentless. The headboard banged against the wall with every powerful snap of his hips.

My legs locked around his waist again He kissed me again. He didn't stop as he carried me down the hall like a possessed man. The bedroom door slammed on the wall. He threw me on the bed. I bounced slightly, heart hammering. He stood there at the edge of the mattress, eyes taking me in like he'd never seen me before. “Hands on the headboard,” he ordered softly. “What!?” I hesitated—but only for a second. Then I reached up, fingers curling around the wooden head. I’d never done this before. But something in his voice, in his eyes, made me obey.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.... 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒..." Katherine My head was aching so badly. I stood up from what seemed to be a floor. A floor?! I stood up as quickly as lightning and fell back down.

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence that may be triggering to survivors.** He removes his finger, and then the head of his thick cock is pressing against me. I can feel his head at my entrance and I try to move away from it, away from him. His strong hand comes crashing down on my free hand and pushes down.

She was waiting, wondering what I'd do next. I reached for my tie next and the silk was smooth between my fingers as I moved to the headboard. Her eyes tracked my every movement, her pupils dilated with desire and something darker that was definitely submission. "Hands up," I ordered her and she hesitated for only a heartbeat before obeying, raising her arms above her head. I tied one wrist to the left side of the headboard, then the other to the right, pulling the silk taut until her arms were spread wide, her breasts bare and exposed.

BOOK 3: Chapter 22: Caught by the Maid She chuckles nervously, shaking her head as her trembling hands fumble to adjust her nightgown, tugging the fabric quickly over her body. Her eyes flick up toward him, expression skeptical and incredulous, one eyebrow arched high. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, voice low and sharp. Adrian just chuckles, that same arrogant, deliciously dangerous grin spreading across his face. He shrugs, stepping inside with slow, deliberate movements, pushing the door nearly shut behind him.