Ruthless Ties Novels & Stories

Tisha said lightly. “Alexei left me with enough resources, and I managed them well. I’m now a rising businesswoman under a new identity,” Marva replied with a diplomatic smile. “But that’s as far as it goes. I have no intention of expanding my business until Vlad and his family are destroyed.” Tisha only nodded briefly, then picked up the rest of her drink and finished it. I guessed she felt a bit embarrassed, since her intuition had been wrong and her accusation toward Marva hadn’t been proven. Staying quiet was probably her best response.

“A word that you will use when your utmost tolerances have been reached. We use yellow for approaching limits, and red for immediate stop.” “What’s wrong with no and stop? Works for everyone,” Raven tugged against the bindings holding his arms over his head. His shoulder muscles were beginning to complain about the strange posture. She had tied him in such a way that it required active use of his muscles to hold his hands above him, it was not so tight that the cuffs took the weight of his arms, and not so loose that he could rest his hands on his head. He had no doubt that it was deliberate and wondered how she had known so precisely what to do.

With or without the driver I decided to do something naughty "Stop" he mumbled hoarsely before I even reached his necktie. I was a little stunned how he saw through my actions but he didn't call the shots now. He willingly gave himself away hence I reached for the tie and tugged at it. My mission was to loosen the red tie and pry it off him and I was doing that slowly

“You bastard. You used me. You made me believe—” Julio interrupted, voice cold. “You believed because you wanted to. You wanted to be the queen. But you’re just the pawn.” Pia slapped the table, her voice rising. “I gave you everything! My time, my body, my loyalty! And you throw me away like trash?” Julio leaned back, arms crossed. “You were never mine to keep.” Pia stood, trembling, but defiant. “You’ll regret this. You think you can control me? You think you can silence me? I know things, Julio. I know enough to destroy you.”

"Besides, she just wants to spout insults." Despite his words, Ruthie's vines relaxed allowing her to suck in a lungful of air. "Keep your trap shut and I won't hurt ya," he warned. "You son of a--" started up Ruthie again. Again, the vines tightened around her and this time her face started turning purple. "Stop!" I shouted. "You're killing her!" Finally, he loosened her bindings and this time Ruthie kept quiet. I tried to catch her eye, tried to signal her to chill out, but her eyes remained fixed on Luke and they crackled with promised retribution. If she ever got loose, he was a goner.

"Ignore it." I bring the working ends of the rope down to his wrists and execute a single-column tie, wrapping the rough red jute securely around the pale skin over his pulse points. I lock the friction hitch. I step around to his front. The stark contrast of the rough red jute biting into his pale skin forces a harsh, ragged breath out of my chest. Seeing him completely immobilized like this strips every ounce of civilization right out of me, dropping a heavy, hot spike of arousal straight into my gut.

I order, and he obeys, his breath coming in ragged bursts, his ass in the air, his hole already twitching like it knows what’s coming. I grab the frayed rope from the shelf above the bench, the fibers rough against my palms. It’s old, brittle in places, but it’ll hold. I drop to my knees behind him, my bare tits pressing against his back as I yank his wrists behind him, binding them tight. The rope bites into his skin, his knuckles turning white, and I tie it off with a brutal knot, testing it with a sharp tug. He grunts, his shoulders straining, but he doesn’t fight. Good boy.

My tie was a noose I hadn't yet loosened, a physical reminder of the man I performed as: the stoic CEO, the pillar of the community, the husband who had never once raised his voice in seven years of marriage. To my right, the kitchen was a hive of domesticity. I could hear the rhythmic thwack of Ruth’s knife against the cutting board, the sizzle of butter in a pan, and the soft, off-key humming of her favorite jazz record. She was happy. She was safe in her ignorance, talking to me through the open archway about guest lists and flower arrangements, entirely unaware that the foundation of her world was currently being dissolved by the girl lying across my lap. And then there was Emma.

Seeing her like this made me hard as fuck. I placed the bag on her desk and pulled out the four ties. The first one was red and I tied it tightly around her left wrist. The second tie was black and I tied that one around her other wrist. I tied the two remaining blue ties around her ankles. Then I got under the desk and pulled the ties on her wrists in until they could be pulled no more. I knotted them together and was sure she couldn't escape.

“I’ll give you one you won’t walk straight from.” “Yes,” I whimper, rocking against his thigh, chasing the ache. “Fuck me jealous, Roman. Fuck me like you hate him for ever having me first.” He growls low, pulls back just enough to rip his tie off with one hand—silk whispering against his collar. “Hands behind your back.” I obey fast, wrists crossing at the small of my back. He wraps the tie around them tight, knotting it secure, the silk biting soft into my skin. Bound, helpless, tits thrusting forward against my blouse.