Tie Up Novels & Stories

She takes our left hands, places them on top of each other, and starts wrapping the cord around it while reciting a blessing. “Now you are bound one to the other with a tie difficult to break. It’s a thread strong enough to hold you together but loose enough to allow you both to move at your own pace. Do not allow any outside force to break this bond, because many will try. Grow with the tide, but never let the current break you.” She says, ending off the last prayer by tying a knot at the end of the cord. Then she looks towards the sky and smiles, placing a hand on our bound hands.

“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.

Mariam nodded into het chest and she hugged her tighter. Whatever your story is Mariam, she decided, I'll find out. Madeline promised herself she would find out in a way that didn't force tears into Mariam's cute little face.

Usually in a pack, the males claimed the female, and the others just learned to live with or beat the hell out of each other. What Thaddeus seemed to suggest was an additional bond, one that would also tie them as more than friends. "Before I say yes, does this involve any kinky shit? Because I'll admit, while I admire and covet Toni's ass, yours, not so much." Thaddeus laughed. "The tie I speak of is one of blood. A bite exchange where I inject you with some of my essence. It will link us and allow us to share some of our thoughts and feelings. It will protect you against my kind as well."

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.

I thought it was perfect with just the four men. The ladies asked me about the ties for their men and I smiled "if Tristan is sticking to the original plan the guys will be wearing bolero ties. He just needs to pick out what is going to be holding them together. Patrice, Lucy, and Natsuko looked at me funny and I giggled "it is basically either a piece of leather, rope, or braided rope and it is usually braided rope with different types of pendants holding them together.