Tie Up Novels & Stories

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.

Isis and the girls took over the planning while the guys and I worked on repairs and settling the new members into houses. Tonight was the full moon when we would officially reinstate Silverclaw and create the pack bond between us all. I was nervous, with butterflies in my stomach as I got ready. I groaned after my fifth unsuccessful attempt to tie my damn bow tie. Isis had set out a nice black tux for me to wear, and I can’t even get this damn tie on. “Fuck!” I growled. Why didn’t I pay attention when John tried to teach us how to tie a tie growing up? Probably because no one else did.

He did it fast and well, looping it again so I couldn’t move my arms. “So that’s how you knew how to tie us both with one hand,” I said, breathing hard. “It’s called a hogtie.” He gave the ribbon a little pull. “Lift your feet.” After that, he tied my legs, connecting the ribbon from my wrists to my ankles. I felt like a little pig ready to be cooked over a fire. I laughed, a little out of breath. Partly because I was excited, and partly because giving up control felt wild and fun. The bed moved as Aiden leaned back to look at me. I couldn’t see his face, which somehow made it even hotter.

Vivienne shrieked. Before I could say a word, she threw herself at me. She didn't just walk; she launched herself into my space, her hands clutching at the lapels of my tuxedo. The tears started instantly—those perfect, shimmering droplets she had used as a weapon since she was eight years old.

"Fine." Conan looked—shit, he looked happy. Like he had won something. It hurt. But this was about proving I wasn't just a possessive alpha acting on instinct. This was about showing him he had a choice. "Okay then," I said, straightening. "You give us a real chance. That means real bonding and spending time together and talking and caring for each other. And if when the treatment is over you don't want this... we'll find a witch to break the bond."

Identical down to the slight curve upward. My mouth watered. Fuck, they're huge. No wonder those girls came back for more. "On the floor, Levi," I said, pointing to the rug in front of the couch. "Spread-eagle. I'm tying you up." He raised an eyebrow but complied, lying back with his arms and legs out. "Kinky. You got rope?" I grabbed some belts from the nearby coat rack—thick leather ones that would hold. Kneeling beside him, I fastened his wrists to the couch legs, then his ankles, pulling tight until he was stretched out, muscles straining.

She then went ahead to pack her hair in an updo, revealing her slender neck before turning to her uniform. A corporate attire of black tight-fitting pants, a white button up shirt and a bow tie, coupled with nice black heels that were comfortable enough to work on and a pair of earrings for finishing touches. When she was done, she stared at herself in the mirror and smiled. Danica was beautiful, she knew it and everyone who ever laid eyes on her knew it. She picked up her bag, right at the same moment, her phone rang. Tristan was the one calling and for a strange reason, it made her heart skip a bit. They had been talking good the past few days till it was late in the night. But she never t

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

Filthy. He’s never spoken to me like that before, but my stomach clenches—inside, everywhere. Adrian reaches for his tie, yanking it loose. “Hands,” he says. I stretch them out before my brain can comprehend the order. He binds them with his tie, knotting it in the middle. “This might get tighter the harder you try to get out of it. But that’s what I’m counting on,” he whispers. I jerk sharply as his hand slides into my panties, cupping me bare.

After a while of walking and talking about stars, they both reach the junction where they both part ways to their various homes. Ok fine. So we part here, says Gilbert, as they reach their point of separation. This point of separation, they nicknamed “The Punisher’s junction”, as the punisher had been their best movie since they were just thirteen and four years after didn’t change that. This was the first point they discovered they both loved the movie. “I’ll see you tomorrow then”. Gilbert says as he sends his hand to greet. “Yeah” sending his hand smiling. They had their routine of imitating Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith’s style of greeting which was done at the Karate Kid ending scene. Aft