Rope Bunny Knots 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

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.

This time, the loop came together. "Better," Knox said. "Set it there." He pointed to a narrow gap between two bushes. "Rabbits use the same paths. They're stupid that way." "Unlike people." "People are stupider. They know something's bad for them and do it anyway." I glanced up, but Knox wasn't looking at me. He was scanning the tree line, rifle loose in his hands. I secured the snare and stood. "Done." Knox checked my work with a quick glance. "Good. Two more and we can head back."

“Help me over. We can untie each other. I couldn’t before— she was out cold.” Pain flared along my ribs; each movement felt heavy and leaden. But the sight of Ronan so close—his breath warm on my toes as he bent to chew at the rope knot—stirred something that had nothing to do with reason. He worked at the knot with his teeth and fingers, a low groan escaping him. When at last the rope loosened, he looked up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave me a small, shaky smile. “Done.”

I climbed on the bed, feeling extra exposed. “Now it’s time for the fun.” He said and walked around the bed, grabbed my left leg, and rested my arm on top of it. My skin prickled at his touch. He wrapped the rope around my wrist and ankle and knotted it. The rope was surprisingly soft against my skin. It was shiny too, which made me believe it wasn’t regular rope. “Wait… what is this?” Marion repeated the motion, this time around the top of my calf and the crease of my arm. “This is bamboo bondage rope. It shouldn’t burn or irritate your skin.”

Then the cord pulled tight, and it forced her to straddle the bench. “Ty, I’m not sure about this.” “I got you, babe. These are quick release knots. You only need to say it’s over and I’ll stop. Gods, you need to see yourself. You’re beautiful.” He was watching her now. His hands ran up and down her body. Rose could do nothing right now, and Ty knew she was loving it. “Ty, talk me through what you’re going to do. Gods, I’m shaking, but I don’t know if it’s fear or need.”

Emmet pulled down his hair ribbon and looped it around the crutch, feeding it through the miniscule gap between the man and the plastic, his leg holding down the agent and keeping him still. He then laid down on top of the crutch, perpendicular to it, and brought both ends of the ribbon onto his chest. He leaned forward to bite one end in his mouth, and used the free hand to make one knot, then another, then another, and then another, as many as the ribbon could handle, thankful that the material itself wasn't actually fabric, but recycled plastic fibres in a resin, the matrix present to give strength above what was expected for fabrics. Emmet let his handiwork fall and rest onto of one of t

“Give it to me. Lock it in.” My knot was huge now. I grabbed her hips and forced it inside her tight pussy. Ruby screamed in pleasure as it popped in and swelled even bigger, locking us together. I came so hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her while the water poured over us. I kept thrusting as much as the knot would let me, filling her up until it started leaking out around my knot. We stayed locked like that for a long time, kissing and breathing heavy under the spray. When my knot finally went down, I pulled out and a big rush of cum ran down her legs, mixing with the water.

I needed something in my stomach if I was going to pull this off. Then I walked over to my wardrobe and started pulling out bedsheets. I grabbed as many as I could find; the spare ones I had used to replace the old sheets, a few extra ones stuffed in the back of the closet. I laid them all out on the floor and started tying them together, knotting each end as tightly as I could. It took longer than I expected. My hands were shaking, and I had to redo a few of the knots because they weren't tight enough. But eventually, I had a makeshift rope that looked sturdy enough to hold my weight.