Tie Up Novels & Stories

"You really have a lot to learn." "Take the phone and search about bondage." He muttered, tying his tie around his palm. Angelina quickly took her phone and searched for the thing and her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as soon as images popped out—omg, she had seen these things in some movies, but she didn't know the name of the thing. He spins his tie and wraps it around her neck before pulling her close to him. She gulped, placing both hands on his muscular chest while looking at him with wide eyes.

Seeing her like this made me hard as fuck. I placed the bag on her desk and pulled out the four ties. The first one was red and I tied it tightly around her left wrist. The second tie was black and I tied that one around her other wrist. I tied the two remaining blue ties around her ankles. Then I got under the desk and pulled the ties on her wrists in until they could be pulled no more. I knotted them together and was sure she couldn't escape.

I pull my finger from her cunt and place it in my mouth to clean it off holding back my hum of enjoyment from tasting her for the first time in years. Even though the tie has happened every time we have sex she’s never been relaxed enough for it to be easy for her to handle. The mate tie only happens between fated mates and on a rare occasion, if you find your second chance mate before your fated mate. It’s nothing for the man except for a potential inconvenience if he’s in a hurry but it can be uncomfortable to extremely painful for the woman depending on how tense or fearful she is of the process. It’s especially difficult for her if the man she’s with doesn’t realize that the tie has occu

We didn't even get to the part that had a raging tornado tearing up my insides. "We are not done. Don't move." I got up and grabbed my tie I wore earlier today. I took her arms pulling them back to her ass. She entwined her fingers knowing exactly what I was doing and I wanted to fuck her right now for being a good girl, but I knew she wasn't. She wanted someone else. I wrapped the tie around with a knot then wrapped it again in a twisted knot so she couldn't break the hold. I wasn't sure if she was going to answer this next question truthfully but a part of me was hoping not.

When he grabs her wrist, she feels something silky around them. Aaron grabbed his tie in his fist. "What are you doing?" She tried to push herself away from him, but she failed to fight back with me. "Want to be the tough guy here, huh?" He shakes her head, "No." "Then stop controlling your hormones now and show me your true side." "Lift your arm to the back of your head." She follows his instructions while lifting her arm back to her head. He starts tying her hands together with his tie. "This is called bondage."

He wandered into the kitchen with the tie in his good hand. "Can I help you with that? I've tied a few for Dan and I'm pretty good at it," boasted Melissa with a smile as she took the tie from Mitchell's hand. "Bend over a little so I can get it under your collar and sling. Now stand still and let me tie it."

Aiden growls as I tease his nipples with my tongue before putting the clamps on. “Aiden, sit on the floor below the hook and let me tie you,” I say after kissing him. I make quick work of tying him up so that his legs are frogtied then I tie his arms and chest securely behind his back with harness handles at his hips and the reinforced loop for the hook I am all set to hook him up and hoist him up. “Aiden, what is your safe word?” I ask, I can hear the boys down the hall, there is no mistaking every scream of pleasure and my cock is twitching with every one.

“Yes?” He swallowed, weak but steady. “Don’t let go.” Her heart squeezed. “I won’t.” She tightened her grip around him And didn’t let go. Not for a single step.

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

I know my eyes must be the size of saucers, but I sense that he is building anticipation. "Lie down on the mattress on your front, arms above your head, resting your cheek on the cover," Alex says. I do exactly as he asks and he strides around the platform confidently to where my wrists are. He quickly cuffs them before attaching them to a rope that comes out the side of the platform so that I can't move my arms. Alex then moves behind me and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he now has a further two cuffs, which he attaches around each ankle and then secures them so that my legs are spread. I can feel the cool air between my thighs and I find myself squirming in expectancy.