Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Too much that there remained no place for anything new. Her hands bent backwards around her dress, untying the complex knots. She remembered the hard work of five women that had improvised on the spot, crisscrossing the strands into a beautiful pattern. Now as her limbs bent into an uncomfortable position, she traced nothing in particular, unable to find the loose ends. After minutes of nothing but struggles, Tara dearly wished for Venetia, she had been right about the difficulty that went behind the dress. Tara released a sharp sigh in defeat, rubbing her exhausted muscles, wondering how really long the terrible night was before she saw him behind her.

Using the man's distraction as he got busy trying to knot the bed sheet, I grabbed the iron lamp on the nightstand and slammed it heavily across the back of his head. Immediately, his hand loosened around mine. I didn't give him the moment he needed to react, I went hard at him again, crushing the lamp across his face. He lost his balance and fell. He groaned as he tried to fight through the haze of the pain he had just incurred.

The pressure built again, unbearable. “Give me your knot,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please—I need to feel full.” Lorenzo’s control snapped. He slammed forward, forcing the thick knot past my tight ring of muscle. It popped inside with a wet sound, locking us together. The sudden fullness pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, screaming his name as my pussy spasmed violently around him. He roared, hips jerking as he flooded me with hot, thick ropes of cum. The knot pulsed, sealing everything inside, pressing relentlessly against my g-spot and keeping the pleasure rolling through me in endless waves.

Zane’s dick thickens inside me, locking us in place as he pulses, filling the condom and breathing hard against my back. Holy fuck. I freeze… my heart pounding in my ears as I try to make sense of what’s happening. Did Zane Wynter seriously just knot me?! In what world is that normal? Knotting is something that happens between mates. When the wolves take over and the primal instinct to claim override all logic. It’s how pups are made. It is definitely not how Zane is suppose to fuck me. We don’t talk as the knot slowly starts to subside. And the silence is deafening when Zane pulls out, discarding the condom in a nearby bin.

My robe had twisted during our fall, and now I could barely see anything past the white cloth bunched around me. And that's when I realized exactly where the thread from my robe had gotten hooked. His belt. A loose thread from the tie of my robe had somehow wrapped around the buckle of his belt and gotten wedged in there tight. "Oh god," I breathed out. "What?" "It's your belt. The thread is stuck in your belt buckle." I tried to reach behind me to untangle it, stretching my arm back as far as it would go. But the angle was all wrong. My arms couldn't bend that way while I was still lying on top of him, and every attempt just made my shoulder ache.

For exactly two glorious seconds. Everything went perfectly. Then my jacket caught. "...Wait." I tried moving. Nothing. I pushed harder. Nothing. "...Kael?" Silence. "...Kael." He turned around. "...Why are you still under there?" "I..." I tried pulling again. The net tightened around my back. "I think..." Another tug. "...I'm stuck." There was a full three seconds of complete silence. Then, Kael exploded. Not laughed. Exploded. He bent completely in half.