Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

I pulled my silk tie from around my neck and folded it into two. “Open your mouth.” Elias parted his lips. The tie was pushed by me into his mouth till it hung between his teeth. Then I securely tied it behind his head. "Pretty," I murmured. A kiss was planted at the groove of his neck. The small sound he made was muffled by the silk. A satisfied smirk curved my lips. "Perfect," I whispered. Then I ran my hand down his back. They stopped at his ass. He let out a muffled moan.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

It didn’t matter so much now. “You're definitely pretty good at it,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I should let you do all of my ties, too. Beth always messes them up.” Our lips met, soft and sweet. This felt good, like it could become normal. I could get very used to tying his ties for him in the morning. I pressed into the kiss until Beth started knocking on the door again. “I'll call you as soon as I can,” he promised, pulling back but not letting me go. “If I get this done early...”

I need more. Reaching for his shirt buttons, I slowly undid each one as he undid my soul with kisses. He kissed me slow and long, learning the corners and curves of my lips and mouth. His tongue caressed mine, tempting me to just rip off the shirt and have my way with him. Instead, I went slow, letting him tease and excite me with his expert kisses. With the buttons undone, I pushed the light fabric from his shoulders. He paused in his kissing to help shrug off the dress shirt, raising his arms for a moment to remove the white undershirt beneath.

Had forced them to. “Three of ours,” Kira muttered, lifting a shredded sleeve that still bore the Dragovic crest. “They weren’t expecting this. Not here. Not in our territory.” I crouched beside her and touched the bloodied fabric. The cold had slowed decomposition, but it hadn’t erased the fear burned into what was left of their eyes. One man’s jaw had been broken and wired open, stuffed with barbed wire. A cruel mockery of silence. “They were made into a message,” I said flatly. “This was surgical. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. And they knew we’d find them fast.”

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.

“Uh-huh.” I stroke a hand up her silken thigh, engaging her in a long, drawn-out kiss. By the time we finish, we’re both a little dazed, her legs beginning to tremble around me. “You’re in charge. I’ll talk you through it, but my hands can be tied. Literally.” I kiss her cheek, her ear. “If that’s what you want.” She blinks, softens like icing on a warm cake. “You’d…tie your hands for me?”

“Say it again.” He smiled. “I love you.” “Again,” she breathed, gripping his collar. “I love you,” he repeated, voice low, steady, certain. He kissed her forehead. “I love you.” Another kiss to her temple. “I love you.” A final kiss to her lips. “And I’m going to keep loving you for the rest of my life.” Her tears finally fell. She laughed, half-choked, half-joyful, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

When he looked at me, I felt it in my spine. “You’ve shown strength,” Elias said. “And control. But loyalty… that’s harder to find. And more important than any weapon.” A heavy wooden door opened. Guards walked in, pulling a group of humans with them. Five in total. They were tied up. Scared. One girl was crying softly. A man next to her looked angry, but his legs were shaking. Then I saw him. Sebastian. He was hurt. Bleeding a little. His collar was soaked. His lip was split. His hair was stuck to his forehead. He looked around until his eyes found mine.