Binding Knot Novels & Stories

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides

Levantus speaks next. “Can you be unbound? Get your vision back and unlock your abilities? Anyone who turns out to be like you?” I furrow my brow and consider his question. “Moira, the witch who healed me said that the binding isn’t permanent, but it’s very strong. It would take a decent amount of power, the right kind of ritual to do the unbinding. It’s possible killing the one who did it could lift it, but that is an unknown.”

She managed it for approximately the first twenty minutes. After that she stopped managing it and simply wanted. Sable said nothing during the assessment. Her face was composed, giving nothing away. Lyra studied the bookshelves — anatomy texts, botanical references, a small framed illustration of a wolf's skeletal structure that she found, unexpectedly, comforting. At forty-three minutes Sable sat back. The silence lasted long enough to become its own kind of answer. Then Sable said: "There's a thread." Lyra's hands, flat on her thighs, pressed down hard against the fabric.

Then, “I can help you.” I hesitated. “Fine. Just be quick.” I turned, lifting my hair. The familiar warmth of him settled behind me. His fingers found the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down. The air felt closer. More aware. “This is going to take a minute,” he murmured. “What?” “The corset.” His fingers moved with controlled precision as he unlaced the back. The brush of his skin against mine made me feel hot and bothered. Focus, Jade. When he finished, I held the front of the dress in place.

I took her right wrist first, wrapping the rope around it carefully. I wrapped it twice, then three times, checking the tightness with my fingers each time. I made sure I could slip two fingers between the rope and her skin. "Too tight?" "No." I did the same with her left wrist, binding them together. Then I ran the rope up to the hook above her, securing it with a knot I knew would hold. I tested the weight, pulling gently, and she rose onto her toes slightly. "How does that feel?" "Strange," she admitted. "But good."

But he doesn’t move, his gaze steady on mine, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Before we do this,” he begins, measured, weighing every word. “there’s something you need to know.” “What?” It’s a breathy whisper, I can barely speak through the anticipation coiling in my chest. He moves his hand to cup my cheek and stroke up and down the curve of my jaw. “When I take you, when we bond, my knot will lock us together. We won’t be able to move until it subsides. We’ll be connected, completely, and it’ll last... a while.”

"Hurry. My father-in-law wants the Lot 42 verification completed before the opening bid." Julian’s lungs seized. Every nerve ending in his body screamed in high-voltage panic. He was pinned against the door by two hundred pounds of solid muscle, his velvet jacket thrown open, his trousers unzipped, and Gabriel’s heavy hand slid deep beneath his fabric, calloused fingers pressed firmly over the hot, straining length of his arousal.

"Trust me." I guided her wrists behind her back and wrapped the strong, flexible roots around them, binding her securely but not painfully. I tested the knots, making sure she had some movement but couldn’t easily free herself. Another root looped around her waist, securing her upper body against the smooth bark so her full breasts were pushed forward invitingly. Finally, I spread her legs wide and bound each ankle to separate roots, opening her completely to my gaze. She tested the bonds, while breathing fast. Her eyes were wide with a mix of nervousness and arousal.

Both the males choked on their saliva at her question but controlled themselves from coughing since they didn't want her to catch them. "Didn't you study that in your physiology classes, Princess?" Isaias managed to let his question out. "Hmm... Nevermind... You don't want to tell..." She said, pouting a little. The twins could imagine how she was pouting right now. "Knotting is a natural part of the bonding process between an Alpha and Omega, Princess. It happens during intimacy when the Alpha's knot swells and locks inside the Omega, creating a physical connection that goes beyond just pleasure. It's a symbol of our bond, and it can be an intense experience, both emotionally and physically

He began to bind her. First the chest harness. The rope looped beneath her breasts, cinched tight so they were lifted and framed, nipples thrust forward like offerings. Every knot he tied pressed the silk against her skin and sent sparks straight to her clit. He worked downward in perfect diamond patterns, rope framing her ribs, her waist, her hips. When he reached her cunt he paused. He parted her folds with two fingers, stroked once, twice, gathering her wetness, then threaded the rope between her legs so a thick knot settled directly on her clit. He pulled it snug. The slightest shift of her weight ground the knot against her swollen bud and made her knees buckle.