Handcuff Knot Novels & Stories

He grabbed wide, black silk ribbons and wrapped them tightly over Sean’s eyes, plunging the Alpha into a terrifying, sightless void. Before Sean could even adjust to the darkness, Alexander grabbed the pink fur handcuffs. He hauled Sean’s thick wrists upward, lashing them to the heavy headboard. With every desperate, frantic twitch of the Alpha's hands, the small silver bells on the cuffs chimed mockingly, a festive sound for a soul-crushing moment.

"Do you trust me?" "Yes," I whimpered as he kissed me. Knox stood and then reached for something under the bed. He grabbed my left ankle and attached a soft cuff to it before going to the other side and attached another to the other ankle. His fingers lightly ran up my inner leg, causing goosebumps to race along my skin. Knox took my right hand and put another cuff on my wrist. "I'll take over with this in a moment. I need this hand." I dropped the toy, and it buzzed on the bed between my legs as I extended my hand to him.

My knot starts swelling and the moment Noah feels it he pushes back into it, working himself over it before it locks in with a stretch that has both of us shouting. He comes from the pressure it creates inside him, his whole body seizing around me, too good and tight and warm for me to resist coming with him. I empty into him in pulses that go on and on while the strap creaks and the pine rail finally, quietly, splits. We snort out a quiet laugh, too satisfied and languorous to say anything about it now. I get the cuffs off him, still inside him, still joined. His wrists are slightly chafed where the leather bit when he strained closer to me. I press a gentle kiss to each of them.

“If it becomes too much, say the word ‘red. Okay?” “Okay,” she responded with an eager smile on her face. After tying the the tie around her head, I took out my rope and made a handcuff knot for both her wrists. I attached the rope to a hook that I had installed onto the headboard. I slowly was getting in Shibari and had been waiting for a moment like to this start using the knots that I knew on someone.

“In this circle, with these witnesses and the goddesses we serve, I pronounce you handfasted—united until your romantic love ends.” We pull our hands free and tie the ends of the cords together, forming a Mandala Knot—also known as True Love’s Knot. It’s enchanted to remain tied until our love fades. Mikela finishes, “We thank the goddesses, the spirits, and all gathered here. And now, Freya and Nathan—may love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam. May peace and plenty bless your world, and may all life’s seasons bring joy that endures. You may now kiss your handfasted.”

“Lock around your Alpha. Anchor the centre as the fracture opens.” The knot forced its way inside with a thick, overwhelming stretch that dragged a raw cry from my throat. I came hard—vision blurring, walls clamping down around the seal, legs locking around his waist. Cassian followed with a deep, guttural sound, flooding me while his forehead pressed to mine and the bond pulsed between us. He stayed buried through the full duration of the lock, one hand still wrapped firmly around the collar, the other splayed possessively over my lower belly.

I looked at his hands, to see he was holding 4 pairs of silver coloured handcuffs and a black, leather flogger. “I think it’s time to remind you exactly who you belong too” Nate smirked.

Then he undid my bra and threw it to the side, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. “Lift up your arms,” he instructed me. I did as I was told immediately. He put the handcuffs back on me, this time above my head. I hadn’t noticed when we walked in, but there was a hook on the wall that a rope was attached to. he looped this rope through my handcuffs, suspending my hands above my head. After I was secured in this position, he gently ran his fingers down my jaw to my belly button, my nipples growing hard from the gentle sensation.

Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy. While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.

She smiles and nods. “Thanks.” He follows her to the point under the rope and remains underneath her as she climbs up to the point where she needs to tie the knot. She starts the knot with one hand, gripping one end in her teeth. Then grunts when it doesn’t want to tighten properly. She climbs up a bit further, wrapping the top rope around her leg to keep her in place. She then rotates so she’s head down and her hands are free.