Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

**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 18: Bound by Obsession She shivers continuously against him, clinging tightly as he slides his hand between her thighs, slipping under her gown, teasing with slow, feather-light touches. His fingers stroke with deliberate finesse, dancing closer, closer—until they finally find the slick heat of her entrance. She gasps and instinctively presses her feet together, the sudden sensation wrenching her into disarray. "What the fuck?" she murmurs, her voice hushed, shaky, filled with worry and chaotic thoughts that refuse to settle.

I drop my hand. Kir dries the plates and puts them away before hanging the towel on the rail. He stops behind my chair, putting his hands on my shoulders. He squeezes once, slow. "Come upstairs." Hallelujah. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. I will be tying you to the headboard. You know what to do.” I get on the bed. On my back. Hands above my head, wrists crossed at the headboard, the way he likes when he’s going to bind them.

Rex soon got tired and had passed out sitting on a chair and resting his head on the side of the bed Cherry laid. Into his deep sleep he thought something was playing with his head. Instead of shaking it off, Rex stayed put, enjoying the hand playing with his hair. The comfort was intensively nice and pleasing that Rex leaned closer and turned his head in the direction he wanted the hand to touch.

Chapter 27- What Happened to My Room? I quickly dress and move the bookshelf out of the way to enter my room. Wanting to uphold the illusion, I was sleeping in my room. What I see when I enter is anything but good. My room is trashed; my bed had cuts deep within it, feathers scattering the room. My clothes are strewn on the floor, and the door is wide open. I can hear the fight in the hallways underway. I have only taken two steps into the room when I feel hands grab my arm, and my body fly through the air. My back hits the edge of the bed, and I crumble to the floor momentarily in pain.

“I still don’t understand how it is possible.” His right arm curved above my head. I watched as he propped his broad shoulders against the carved headboard. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the tangled strands off my fiery face with one hand and, anchoring the sheet over my breast with the other, pulled herself up into a kneeling position. “Because you thought I slept my way through college?”

My friend noticed Chase ogling me and shouted, "Get the hell into that punk's pants tonight if you are brave enough!" Chase chuckled and raised his glass in my friend's direction. Then, he downed it. He grabbed his jacket and stood up, his eyes trained on me as he growled in his head, "Your friend's right. I've waited long enough, and tonight's the night to make my move!"

"Put your hands over your head." She smiled and did as she was told. He lay beside her, resting his head on one hand and began to lightly stroke his fingers over her body starting at her neck, watching goose bumps form as he did. He tenderly played with her nipples causing them to grow rock hard before he drew his fingers further down giving particular attention to the warm place between her thighs. She moaned softly and pushed against his hand.

" I say, almost asleep. I feel your hand on my head, stroking my hair. And that's all I feel until I wake up in the morning with a pounding headache. Author's note: Do you like it? Leave a comment and add it to your library! How important is that to us? What do you think of Hazel and Jonathan? Leave a comment. I'd love to hear from you!