Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

’ ‘I don’t think I’m into this,’ said Mitch. Bobby tied a knot in the cord, just below Mitch’s throat. ‘See, this makes sure the rope won’t tighten up and strangle you. And it’s silk. It won’t burn you at all.’ Now he ran the other end of the rope down along Mitch’s deep, carved chest, across the ridges of his abdomen,. He pushed his thighs apart and looped the cord under and around Mitch’s balls and tied another knot. All the time Bobby was doing this, Mitch was saying, ‘What are you doing?’ again and again. He sounded worried.

“Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is a bad situation. But I can handle it. I just need to stay calm. I take another deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. I turn the key again. But this time, the engine remains silent. I slump back into the seat, my head resting on the steering wheel. The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.

The burly man shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and untie me!" "Oh, right..." The bucktoothed man fumbled, his hands shaking as he tried to untie the rope. But Lydia had anticipated needing to escape, so she'd made sure to knot the rope tightly. When the burly man saw Lydia making a run for it earlier, he had panicked and struggled hard, making the knot even tighter. Despite the bucktoothed man's efforts, the knot refused to budge. "You idiot! What the hell are you doing? I told you to untie me, not make it tighter!"

I didn't even know what knots felt like, and I had never seen a knot in my real life, but the burning desire I felt for a knot at that moment was utterly unmatched. "You're too weak to take my knot," Aiden had told me, stroking my cheek so gently that it hurt. I heard the concern in his voice, yet the desire in his eyes was undeniable. He was holding himself back, but for what? I didn't give a fuck about being weak. All I needed was his knot. It seemed like the only solution to all my problems in the world right now. The clenching of my walls got worse, making me whimper in need.

The wound closed wrong and is infected in a way that resists the physician's treatments, and his thread reflects it — the knot I saw from the doorway is tight and hot and angry. I sit beside him, and I find the knot, and I work at it differently than I worked at the fraying. A knot is not a fraying. A knot is something that was tied too tight in the wrong direction and needs to be loosened before it can be released. I find where it starts, and I follow it back to the moment the wound closed wrong, and I look at what the thread was doing then, and I ask it, in the way of the domain, to try again. The guard hisses. Actual pain this time, brief and real, as the knot releases. He grabs the bed f

But then I thought of the night when Conner said some Latin words and got the truck back on the road after it veered off because of the snow and wondered if I could use that spell to untie the knots. My mind was still a haze from the drugs as I thought hard about the words and finally they came to me. Whispering the words I focused on the knot and it slowly began to budge but it wasn’t enough. I pulled more power from within me speaking a little louder as I focused harder on the knot and it began to slide a little more but stopped when I heard a car door and then another come from outside. Someone was here and I wondered if I was too late and the witch doctor was here already. I could hear v

Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.

The rope would be tied up on the fifth floor, so they couldn't use it again. Paul seemed to have already considered that. "We can use it. Winter knows how to tie a special knot." Calvin said, "What special knot?" "It's a self-releasing knot where you can pull one end to automatically untie it. Winter learned it on a course when she was in the recreational club." She could pull the knot loose once they reached the third floor, allowing them to reuse the rope. "There's just one last problem. How do we get the rope up to the fifth floor?" Calvin asked again.

She commanded at last. I stopped, my breath was coming out harshly. I focused on my breathing, I was trying to gather strength and pull again but something caught my eye. The end of the rope, I hadn’t been looking at mine earlier, I had been looking at Coco’s all day as turning mine made my eyes hurt, but I noticed now that we were knotted differently. That was a bit strange. I was quite familiar with this knot, so I began to work on it in reverse. It was a bit hard working with one hand, but I didn’t have much time.

“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.”