Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

I could ensure he was bound to Vivienne, locked in a golden cage of my making where he could never touch her again. "Please, Lorenzo," Vivienne sobbed into my tuxedo. "Just for my future." I hesitated for a long, heavy moment. The silence stretched until I could hear the frantic rhythm of Sterling’s heartbeat. "Very well," I said. Vivienne let out a gasp of joy, her grip on my arm tightening. Sterling’s shoulders slumped with a relief so intense he nearly buckled. "But," I continued, my gaze pinning Sterling to the wall like a specimen, "I have one condition."

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

his voice dropped to a low, deadly whisper, “I’ll make sure he won’t see the next day.” The room seemed to close in around us, the walls closing in on me. I felt trapped, suffocated by his possessiveness. “You have no option now,” he declared, his voice final, “Once you are bound to me, you will belong to Dylan Aster, and I’ll belong to only you, till the end of me and till the end of forever.” There were a thousand thoughts racing through my mind, desperate to be expressed to him. How could someone think like this? But all I managed to say was, “Dylan, you can’t do that, it’s illegal.”

Just holds it. “You don’t get to leave early this time,” he murmurs against my ear. “I won’t.” “No safe words. You want to stop, you say red. Until then—” he presses harder, “—you’re mine to use.” My pussy clenches. “Yes, sir.” He spins me around, pushes me to the bed, and doesn’t give me time to think. He binds my wrists. Not with rope. With his tie. Silk. Black. Tight enough to make me feel helpless, but not enough to hurt.

He is my drug and I can’t give him up. “Good girl.” He slams back inside me. Gripping my hips as I try to break free of the tie. I need to touch him. To grip the table. To pull him closer to me. He knows I can’t get out of his tie knot. Rowan must have been a damn boy scout with how snug this tie is on my wrist.

"You didn't come here just to let me see you in my shirt." I held out the velvet box. "For you… I forgot yesterday." He took the box, opening it with one hand. The tie lay within, its silk gleaming with a deep luster in the light. He was silent for a long moment, then suddenly pulled the tie free and looped it gently around my wrist. "You know what it means to give a man a tie?" he murmured, his voice dropping intimately low near my ear. "It means you're willing to be bound, and to bind me in return."

I wanted him to face those lonely years with courage—to stop shrinking back from the world. And at night, when he'd unconsciously cling to my sleeve in his sleep, afraid I'd disappear, I'd slip my arm under his head and let him rest there until morning. Maybe it was my warmth that reached him. He began to grow up. Bit by bit, Ricky changed—strong enough, finally, to take on the role of a mafia leader. A year ago, he proposed to me. Asked me to marry him. We planned to wed in a year. I said yes, happily, without hesitation.

"Wear the dress. Walk down the aisle. Say the vows. Just until we’re gone. He wouldn't suspect a thing, the veil will protect your face till the very end." My mouth went dry. "Rhea, that's insane. He’ll know.And like you said, he's a dangerous man. How is me taking your place going to help matters?" "No, he won’t," she said desperately. "With the veil, with the makeup... It’s just a ceremony. Afterwards you can get it annulled or something. Just buy us time. You just have to get married to him." She looked so small, so shattered, and despite everything—despite the jealousy, the years of feeling second-best to her—I felt my heart twist in my chest. Despite everything that had went on between

" I asked, testing the tension. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" "Good, sir," River breathed. "Tight but not painful." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Perfect." I continued down, binding his thighs to his calves in a frog tie that spread his legs wide and left him completely exposed. His cock was hardening from the attention, and I could see the judges watching closely. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> For the final touch, I created a suspension point at his chest harness and slowly lifted him off the ground, his weight perfectly distributed across the ropes. He hung there, beautifully bound, his cock fully hard and leaking, his hole exposed and vulnerable.

"I want to bind you properly tonight. Celebrate how much trust you've given me." Consent was immediate, enthusiastic. She stripped slowly while he watched, then stood naked as he began the ritual of tying. The process itself was meditative, erotic, his fingers deliberate, rope sliding over skin, creating diamond patterns across her chest, framing her breasts, then down her torso in a harness that cinched her waist and secured her arms behind her back in a box tie. He added thigh cuffs, connected them to ankle restraints, leaving her kneeling on the bed, open, displayed, exquisite.