Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

"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.

“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?”

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.

Valen How was it that something I’d done a thousand times suddenly seemed so difficult before the ceremony? I stood in the mirror, holding the two ends of the limply. I swallowed, looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. No matter how many deep breaths I took, though, they never eased the tightness in my chest. I shook my head and tried to tie the knot again. Over…around...under…through… I pulled it tight, and it looked like garbage.

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.

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.

I was close already. When the knot finally popped inside, locking us together, I came with a cry I couldn’t hold back. Cum splashed across my stomach and chest in hot spurts. My hole clamped down hard around him. Kade followed seconds later with a deep, rumbling growl. His cock pulsed, flooding me again—thick, endless ropes of cum that made my belly feel full and warm. The knot pulsed with every spurt, locking it all inside. I could feel it. So much. Too much. It leaked out around the knot anyway, messy and obscene.

The knot was swelling now, catching on every thrust. “Give it to me,” Elara gasped. “Knot me, baby. Fill me.” Rowan snarled and slammed forward. The knot popped inside, locking them together. Elara’s eyes rolled back. The stretch was insane, painful 'n perfect Rowan kept grinding, the knot rubbing right against her g-spot.