Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

Thank you ALL for hanging in there while I finished “The Butterfly Knot.” What a hell ride it has been, let me tell you. I remember when I first started writing this novel. My life was so much different back in September of 2020. I was involved in a poly triad, and realized I didn’t fit into their equation. I’m one of the original partners, and ended my seven year relationship so my EXs could be together.

Jasper said. Now that is interesting. "It has the backside as a trap door so as soon as he steps on the sensor it slams shut. He will be able to see what is happening but he has the choice to sit still and watch or move around and be stabbed by wolfsbane laced thorns." Jasper finished. "You could really do all of that?" I asked. "Of course I can! I could probably have it done by the end of the day." Jasper said. "I like this one, I think it will be better in the long run especially if he moves enough." I said. "You got it, dad is working on the other stuff since we can't touch it. He is going to put it on tonight so that it has enough time to soak in really good." Jasper said. "Okay good, wh

"Somebody help me!" Nothing. The words were eaten by the tape and the metal walls and the darkness. I pulled at my wrists desperately‚ twisting and yanking against the rope until the friction burned my skin raw. It didn't budge. Whoever had tied me knew what they were doing. The knots were tight and secure and positioned in a way that made it impossible to reach them with my fingers no matter how I angled my hands. Okay. Okay. Think‚ Skye. Think.

The knots are starting to form for the final time tonight. In my pussy, Silas begins to swell. The base of him expands, pushing my walls out until I think they will rip. In my ass, Kael is doing the same. It is a double knot, a craziness that locks me to the floor. I am fused to them, a bridge of flesh that is being filled to the absolute brim.

Trying to hide the hurt in my voice. He nods, but it’s the kind of nod that feels like a curtain falling. His attention drops to the rope in his hands, like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers move with practiced care, but the tension in his shoulders is impossible to miss. By the time the last knot is undone, I’m already moving. Grabbing for my clothes. My hands don’t seem to want to cooperate, fumbling with my bag like it’s fighting back. My pulse is still hammering, adrenaline stuck on a loop with nowhere to go.

But he doesn’t move, his gaze steady on mine, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Before we do this,” he begins, measured, weighing every word. “there’s something you need to know.” “What?” It’s a breathy whisper, I can barely speak through the anticipation coiling in my chest. He moves his hand to cup my cheek and stroke up and down the curve of my jaw. “When I take you, when we bond, my knot will lock us together. We won’t be able to move until it subsides. We’ll be connected, completely, and it’ll last... a while.”

THE ESCAPE… Josiah struggled against the restraints, but they were only getting tighter. “Keep struggling, I like watching you squirm. By the way, Saddle made sure to tie the knots so the more you struggled the tighter they would get. She said it was a special hitch knot.” Crystal said. “Might as well get comfortable, a big bad storm is coming in.” She said as a rumbling roar of thunder shook the walls.

“I don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”

“No. Well not really. When he finishes, typically the male would pull out, but knotting is when he stays inside and his wolf comes forward.” “And...” the suspense is killing me. “His cock swells at the base, like a wolfs, or dogs. That is what a knot is. It locks the two together, keeping his cum inside, keeping them connected, building the bond between the human sides and the wolf sides. It can be intense, especially with an Alpha. Back in our grandparents’ days it was considered a fact of life, something to be endured by females, as were many things. But believe it or not, males are much more enlightened now.” He winks and chuckles, trying to lift the mood, but I’m still stuck on being stu

"Please, what? What do you need?" Sharon whined, arching into him. "Your knot," she gasped, "Give me your knot, Alpha." He rewarded her, his thumb moving faster against her clit as he fucked her deep. Sharon shrieked, her body bucking and contorting as she came, her pussy clenching around him. He cursed and fucked himself as far into her as he could go, and Sharon felt the base of his cock start to swell. She trembled as his knot locked them together, and he filled her with his cum.