Tie That Bind Novels & Stories

He said as he pointed to the mark. “Well, you’re connected to her. But she isn’t to you yet.” Cyrus looked stunned, “I don’t have to fucking bite her right?” Ishaan laughed loudly. “You could, but it isn’t necessary. My wife and I did make a blood bind. Similar to when you join a pack. Your blood is already inside April, but not the other way around.” Ishaan turned to me and shared what type of therapy I needed afterwards. “Will you be receiving physical therapy here or at another place?”

"I did no such thing my pretty. I did warn you not to betray me, pet. You made very specific terms in our deal, but then cut and run before it ever begun. What exactly did you expect would happen?" I shoved at his chest with all my might and he released me. "Don't you dare use your high and mighty tone on me! Grayson gave you the money and shares, something you confirmed yourself. You were already whole! Why then would you activate that blood bind thing on me! And how the hell did you do it?!" "I didn't activate a 'blood bind thing' on you. The bind came into effect the second our blood touched. Remember that I bound myself too, and I did fulfil my bargain to you. You were the one who failed

“No. No way.” Adrian’s jaw clenched. “It’s the only way.” “You want me to bind myself to you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. His gaze was steady. “It would sever his hold on you.” Lena’s heart pounded against her ribs. A blood bond wasn’t just a contract—it was permanent. A connection deeper than any vow, any promise. It was claiming someone completely. And if she did this… If she bound herself to Adrian… There would be no going back.

Rian’s on the other, wild and bright. Mine at the apex, no longer a leaking vessel but the point where the three currents met and reinforced instead of tearing. For the first time in either life, I didn’t feel like a thing being wielded. I felt like part of a formation—three points braced together. A triad. Chosen. Master Binder’s gaze locked on the space between us, horrified. “This isn’t how vessels behave,” she spat. “They submit. They don’t *link*. They don’t *choose*.”

His other hand reached into his pocket, and before I could even react, he produced a dark zip tie. “Wait—what are you doing?” I gasped, my voice breaking with panic. His hands worked quickly, efficiently. The zip tie cinched tightly around my wrists, binding them together in front of me. I struggled, but his grip was unyielding. “Stop!” I protested, twisting in his hold. “Let me go!” He didn’t answer. His motions were cold, emotionless. With one smooth tug, he pulled his own tie free from his neck and doubled it in his hand.

He moaned against her clit, the vibration making her suck him harder. After a while he turned her onto her back again. “The next style I'll teach you tonight is bondage missionary,” he said with a wicked smile. He took his tie from the chair and bound her wrists together above her head, then tied them to the leg of his heavy desk. With her hands secured, he pushed her legs wide open and slid back inside her. This time he fucked her slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Being tied made Mia feel completely helpless and it turned her on like crazy.

It slid. Like it couldn’t grab where it wanted to anymore. “It moved,” I said, startled. “It will keep moving. Binders don’t like being refused. He’ll test other threads. Hunger. Memory. Shame.” “Fun.” “Pick one you’re willing to be pulled by,” he said. “Tie it to me.” I opened my eyes. “What?” “Anchor,” he said simply. The word landed like a thrown rope. The creek light made him look colder than he was. Or maybe I wanted to think he was colder.

The silk was smooth as he bound them together, but the knot was unyielding. “There we go, sweetheart,” Oliver murmured, brushing a thumb over my parted lips as he pulled my bound arms above my head and then with a few moves he tied them to the headboard. “Now, we can really play.” ____ A. Gupta

“You told me once that you didn’t know what she used her powers to bind, other than our wolves. But she bound me entirely.” Gran’s eyes shine, but she doesn’t deny it. “I told you she used her magic to bind your wolf,” she says. “A gift passed through bloodlines that could shape magic like threads. She wove a binding into your souls—not to take your power away, but to hide it. To protect you from those who would rather tear you apart than understand it.” “But the binding.. It’s broken now. It’s coming undone.” I whisper. “Yes, because the spell was never meant to last forever. It was only meant to hold until your twin, Elias, found you. Until you were whole.”

He was dressed in his usual suit; this time it was a dark blue suit with his tie hanging on his hand and his button undone, and it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. “Be careful; you are drooling.” He said with a smile, and my hands flew to my mouth, trying to control the nasty fluid. “With the way you devour me with your eyes, one would think you are in love with me.” He said it with a chuckle, and I rolled my eyes.