Put Your Hands On The Headboard Chapter Novels & Stories

I know thinking while he was touching me was nearly impossible, especially with the mate bond adding to the pleasure, so I can easily imagine how hard trying to think while I was touching him must be. “What do you want me to do?” He asked as he made whatever decision in his mind. “Lay on the bed, hands above your hands touching the headboard,” I instructed, regrettably having to take my hand off his dick so he could obey. He looked as disappointed as I was that I wasn’t touching him anymore. But behind the disappointment, there was a glimmer of something else. Intrigue? Arousal? Either way, he obeyed me with no complaints and made himself comfortable in the center of my queen size bed and ma

I can only hope. He cautiously lays down with his head resting on my pillow. I cringe knowing his head is laying where mine would lay after this healing session. He lays out flat getting as comfortable as possible without knowing what is about to happen. Once he settles, I step closer to him putting my hands up over his body.

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 pulled back, placing my hands flat on his chest, and my heart sank. I should just ignore it right? It could be his hands, I then resumed smiling as I wrapped my hands around his head, I even thought that he was going to wake up but he didn't even shake to tell you that he was sleeping deeply, I'm just happy he was because it's really rare for him to sleep this deep without noticing anyone around, even if a pin drop he would wake up. I then removed my hands so that I would go over to the other side and slip into the bed, but that's when I hit something hard, and I couldn't deceive myself anymore because it was the head of a human being

“Hands up, princess.” I hesitated, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. But the dark heat in his eyes left no room for refusal. Slowly, I raised my arms above my head. He fastened the cuffs around my wrists with surprising gentleness, the leather soft against my skin, then secured the chains so my hands were locked to the headboard. The position stretched my body out beautifully for him — breasts pushed up, back slightly arched, completely at his mercy. I tugged once, testing the restraints, and the light clink of chains sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs.

And I have been belt-caged a lot of times by him. Cuffs. Let’s get it. Slowly, testing the dangerous edge of my own obedience, I lift my hands and offer them to him. He steps forward. His bed already has the anchors for the cuff straps. In a swift motion everything is set. The flexible straps of the cuffs are secured tightly to the strap of the wooden headboard directly above my head. The cuffs aren’t painfully tight yet, but they are unyielding, pinning my arms up and leaving my chest completely exposed to his gaze.

“Like this, sir?” “Almost. Put your hands on the headboard.” I scooted forward on the bed. When I had my hands on the headboard, I looked back again. “Is this what you want, sir?” I asked, then bit my lip. I knew I had him. He didn’t even answer. He just moved behind me, grabbing onto my hips and pressing into me again. I faced forward as he began to plow into me. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to come so bad. “Put your hands back on my breasts,” I said.

My hair roots were slick with sweat as I cursed and pleaded at the same time, but he offered no reply, no flicker of emotion in his eyes. He laid me gently on the bed, then rolled me onto my stomach. My trembling hands were taken and crossed in a strange, agonizing position: my right hand pulled over to the left side and my left hand to the right. It wasn't painful, but the contortion felt wrong, a prelude to a new and terrifying torment. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. My nostrils flared as I fought for air, and my bones felt weak, dissolving into the mattress.

Chapter 58: An Unexpected Reflex Ahhhhhhh The thundering screech roared in the room as he tore open my one sleeve and threw over the cold, dirty floor mercilessly. Before I could get up and defend my honor, he clutched a bunch of my hair, bringing closer to his fuming face.

He brought the knife down on the cutting board with a loud thud, then turned his head to stare right at me. A chill shot straight up my spine, and I felt an icy sensation on the back of my head. My legs trembled, and I swallowed hard. "What… What did you do to Roxie?"