Bed Ties Novels & Stories

Two of them. He knelt in front of me, his presence overwhelming. “Put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told, my wrists touching. He took one of the belts and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, pulling it tight, the leather biting into my skin. He wasn't just tying me up; he was binding me. He used the second belt to create a loop, connecting my bound wrists to the heavy wooden bedpost behind me, forcing me to arch my back, pushing my breasts forward.

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

George, who was sitting down and waiting for the team's progress, appeared tired and rubbed his shoulder. "Ok, the driver will drop you, tell Yaya that I will be late." Brielle nodded and made to leave. She got to the door and looked back at George, he looked so stressed, his hair ruffled and his tie was gone, and his shirt unbuttoned. She went back to the table, and asked one of the team members what they were working on, the guy gave him a look at him like she was stupid. She got the signal that George must have wanted to keep it within them. She made her way to him.

I wrapped a black belt around his pants buckling it all the while still smiling and atimes showing my pearly white teeth. I got his ash colored tie from his walk-in closet. He had like a gazillion amount of ties and they were only two colours in the bunch. Black and Grey. I wrapped his tie around his neck and in an instant almost choked him from doing it all wrong. “Ouch! Fuck!” He frowned loosening the tie before it could squeeze his windpipe. “Don't you know how to wear a damn tie?!” He immediately snapped at me.