Bed Ties Novels & Stories

“Couldn't this woman feel pain?” Bethany was embarrassed by his stare and took back her hands. Zayn, however, grabbed one of her hands and warned sternly, "Don't move” Bethany was paralyzed. Zayn loosened his grasp and took off his tie, tearing it into two. Bethany's eye twitched as she saw him doing it. "Mr. Meyer, this tie is designed and made for you by the master? it's such a pity to simply tear it apart like that.”

"It was the aftereffect of using Ancestral Bowl of Ardyth." My brow dropped. "What is the after effect?" "I should have warned you."; he sat up beside me, combing his hair with his hand. "The Ardyth Ancestral Bowl doesn't just confirm the bond but It heightens the emotional rush and sexual urge of the confirmed mates as an aftereffect." "So I wasn't in control of myself?” I asked with raised eyebrows. "Yes, I wasn't either. I had thought I would be the only one to feel the aftereffects

The words he'd said. I parked my bike inside the old shed at the edge of our property, my heart still racing from the ride, or maybe from the kiss. I made sure everything was hidden before pushing aside the loose floorboard in the corner. Beneath it was a trapdoor, camouflaged by grass and dirt. I pulled it open and climbed down into the dark, damp tunnel that ran under the grounds.

How hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself. The tension rolled tighter. One more second, one more breath, and there would be no going back.

I forced my eyes back to Jason just as he said, "I'm serious about this, Tara. About you." “Jason.” I whispered and his eyes widened eagerly. I opened my mouth to respond, though I had no idea what I was going to say, when a voice with a thick Southern accent called out. "Well, are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Jason Finch sitting right there in the flesh?" I looked up to see Betty sashaying toward our booth, her loud blonde curls were pinned and swept down towards one side of her face. She was wearing a tight checkered shirt that she tied just underneath her bust, displaying a tanned flat stomach. And she wore a short skirt that hugged her frame and displayed her long curvy legs.

He took the wheel and drove along the path the van had taken. When the van came to a halt, Ophelia felt two people carrying her somewhere. Her hands and legs were tied, and she tried to fight back as they dragged her inside. They tightened their grip on her arms as she thrashed. They threw her to the ground, and she groaned as her rib collided with something solid on the ground. Ophelia managed to keep her head from being injured, but the pain shot up over the area where her rib had come into contact with the rock. Ophelia groaned in pain as she heard footsteps approaching her. The footsteps stopped and for a moment there was silence.

Outside the Hospital – Adrian’s Restraint Adrian stood alone beneath the buzzing glow of a flickering street lamp, its yellow light casting long shadows over the hospital parking lot. Leaning against the driver’s side of his car, he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture rigid. The cool metal pressed into his back, but he barely felt it. His fists—bruised and swollen from the fight with Noah—remained balled tight at his sides, hidden beneath the folds of his coat.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

Rowan beckons me forward with a come-hither bend of his fingers, the rings adorning the long slender fingers glittering in the light of the auburn flames emitting from the fireplace. I gulp down my pride and take tiny steps towards him, he motions towards the seat opposite him and I sit. I narrow my eyes at a folder that sits on the coffee table, I hadn't noticed it before seeing as I had more pressing matters on my mind. "Go over everything carefully. Seeing as this union is for life you want to make sure you're not going into something you'll entirely regret." He shrugs, cooking his head to the side boredly. "You've already been sold to me, but why don't we make it official? Have it all o

** Meanwhile, at a hotel lounge in BGC. Andres arrived ten minutes early, dressed in a crisp navy suit, no tie, sleeves slightly rolled. The venue was sleek — marble floors, velvet booths, and waiters who moved like shadows. He spotted his colleagues at a corner table: three architects, two investors, and one consultant who always wore sunglasses indoors. “Gentlemen,” Andres said, sliding into his seat. “Ah, the golden boy arrives,” said Marco, the loudest of the group. “We were just placing bets on whether you’d show up hungover.”