Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

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.

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Her whole body seized, clenching around the knot, and the clenching made him growl again, a sound that shook the bed, and his cum kept coming, pump after pump of hot liquid filling her while the knot held everything inside. They lay there. Locked. His body on hers, heavy, hot, fur against her skin. She could feel his heartbeat through the knot, through his cock, through his chest. Too fast. Too hard. Too many chambers. "How long?" she asked. "The knot. Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty." "Thirty minutes?" "It goes down." She laughed. A breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "I'm stuck on your wolf cock for thirty minutes." "You said you didn't care."

CHARLES POV I stood in the middle of my study, staring at the closed double doors. I did everything within my power last night to get her out of my mind but I found myself masturbating to the image of her face in my head. Her scent was trapped in my senses, clinging to my skin, my clothes, my whole damn room.

"Stupid." "Not stupid," he said. "Expensive. Keep it until it buys something you want." He tapped the coil with his boot. "You're going to saw through that with feeling. Go untie something that won't resent you for it." I let him take the bowl, my hands suddenly useless for carrying anything but rope and grief. I walked forward into the bow's small privacy and sat with a short length of line, making knots and unmaking them until the moon looked a little bitten. Bowline. Sheet bend. Two half hitches with a stopper. The Carrick bend my tutor had called pretty, and Jas had called a good way to die if you tied it for show.

After she handed the customers their glasses of whiskey she turned to me with her hands on her hips. I turned around and put my back to her, then hooked a thumb over my shoulder to point at the knot in the middle of my back. “Help.” Janie giggled. “How on earth did you manage that?” “I have no idea but it’s so tight I’m going to lose circulation in my legs.” Janie stooped over and began picking at the thick knot. It took a good three minutes before she started to make any progress. “I can’t figure out how this happened.”

He stands and heads for the door. "I'll see you later, sweetie. I love you." I turn my face to the wall, ignoring him. I hear him sigh before the door closes. I listen for the lock, but it doesn't click. I tug at the rope as his footsteps fade. It's tight, but maybe I can loosen it. I try pulling, but it won't budge. Maybe I can use my teeth. I lift my head, but my hands are tied too high. Damn! I sigh, frustrated, and shift my hands when I feel the rope catch on something. I look at the metal leaves the rope is snagged on. One has a pointed end. Maybe if I... I rub the rope against it, back and forth, trying to fray it. After five minutes, it starts unraveling.

He pulled me into a deep, bruising kiss, smothering my screams. He stayed locked there, the knot swollen and pulsating, pinning me to the wall. He ground his hips slowly, using the knot to torment me, pushing it deeper, forcing me to feel the full, demanding weight of his ownership. My body convulsed in a massive orgasm, long, deep, and agonizing, triggered by the pressure of his knot. He started thrusting again, hard and fast, the knot providing a constant, brutal stimulation that pushed me over the edge again and again.

I wasn‘t sure what to expect from this position, but when he started to thrust over and over, I knew why he wanted this. The fullness was more intense than before, and something strange started happening inside me. A swelling. It caused a cry to leave my lips as I tried to pull away from him. However, his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, holding me in place as he continued to slam himself inside me. It was a KNOT! He was knotting me! The pain was unreal. To knot was always painful, from what I had heard, but to knot an Alpha…

Blood-thirsty wolves who shift in the forest would tear me into shreds from limb to limb. I started searching for good ropes on the ground, strings from some trees or shrubs till I found one, then looked for a tree that would do the job. Then, I gathered woods to climb on use to tie the knot around one of the branches of the tree I was using. I didn’t think twice; I just climbed the woods, put in the rope over my neck, tightened the knots, and then kicked the woods away, so my leg was dangling mid-air.