Bed Ties Novels & Stories

"Is Rick ganging up on you with everyone else? "I zoomed in on the tie. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it! It's just a normal tie." Hearing that, I finally relaxed and vented to her. "Exactly! I spent over eight grand on this tie. It's not some cheap knockoff." I kept complaining, not noticing that my friend's angry muttering had suddenly stopped. "Did you really buy this tie for your son?" The question hit me like ice water. The store clerk, my husband, and my mother had all asked the same thing before turning on me.

“Remember it. Because that feeling means you’ll never hesitate again when someone tries to put a bullet in me—or in you. That blood ties you to me now, more than your family ever did.” Her breath caught. “That’s… twisted.” His lips curled into something dark, almost cruel. “It’s the truth. Every drop you spill for me binds us. You think you can walk away from this? From me? You can’t.” The words should have horrified her. Instead, a shiver coursed through her—not of fear, but of something far more dangerous. She hated it. She craved it. Her voice was a whisper. “And if I wanted to walk away?”

"First is the ‘Takate Kote’. It's a high box tie for your upper body. It locks your arms behind your back, pulls your shoulders back, and anchors across your chest so your weight is evenly distributed." Roe swallowed hard, her throat still tight from his deep thrusts, but her pussy twitched at the mere sound of his voice explaining it. "And the second?" she rasped out. "The ‘Futomomo’," Elijah continued, running a loop of rope lightly over the curve of her hip. "It’s a leg harness. It wraps around your thighs, pinning your legs in a way that keeps you completely open and spread, taking away any leverage you have to pull away from me."

I pulled out a luxurious tie box and walked back to Rowan. I bite my bottom lips, trying to hide the fact that I think I might have overspent on this tie. It is a foreign tie I have been hoping, grinding, wishing to lay my hands on throughout my years of dealing with the male clothesline business. It is a paisley pattern tie, intricated with teardrops- shapes and ornamented designs, with over 100 grams of gold embedded in the pure silk. It is created in only two colors and it is extremely expensive.

Ben turned to face Beatrice when he noticed her presence, a warm smile on his lips while Beatrice have him a straight face. “Which one of these ties will look good on this suit?” Ben asked her while she dropped the two cups of coffee carefully on the table and gave her attention to him with a boring look. Beatrice scanned the ties in Ben's hand, one was black with blue stripes that matched along with the color of the suit he was wearing, while the other was black with an imprinted blue rose design. “This!” Beatrice pointed to the black tie with blue stripes, and Ben nodded and gave it to her.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

“You think this changes anything?” Savannah stepped beside Jackson, her hand slipping into his without thinking. “Yes,” she said. “It changes everything.” The purge countdown blared again: Twenty-nine minutes until irreparable system failure. Harrison laughed breathlessly. “You won’t stop it in time.” Jackson cocked the gun. “Watch me.” Cole tightened his hold. “We need to lock him down. Fast.” Savannah nodded. “Bind him. And then we end this purge.” Jackson dropped the gun into his belt, blood still seeping from his shoulder. He grabbed a length of fallen wiring and tied Harrison’s wrists expertly while Cole secured his ankles.

I thought it was perfect with just the four men. The ladies asked me about the ties for their men and I smiled "if Tristan is sticking to the original plan the guys will be wearing bolero ties. He just needs to pick out what is going to be holding them together. Patrice, Lucy, and Natsuko looked at me funny and I giggled "it is basically either a piece of leather, rope, or braided rope and it is usually braided rope with different types of pendants holding them together.

I felt his teeth scrape along my skin, before sinking into it, leaving angry red marks behind. This was more like it. My hands left his ass and moved to his belt, undoing it and his pants in record time. Palming his erection, I squeezed hard, enjoying his involuntary thrust into my grasp. Moving from his dick, my hands tugged at the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. Then I started on his shirt, working the buttons through the holes as fast as possible. His mouth never left me. He nibbled along my skin until he reached my lips again. His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral.