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."

“Go spread those legs wide for me. Show me that pretty pussy.” She climbs onto my bed immediately, cheeks burning. She lies on her back, slowly parting her thighs. Her pussy lips are swollen and shiny with arousal, clit peeking out like it's begging to be touched. I look at her for a moment, then my eyes snap toward my wardrobe. I stride over and pull out my black tie. Her eyes widen, but before she can protest properly, I catch both her wrists, pulling them above her head. Then I tie them together tightly with the silk tie.

He pulls a bundle of bright pink rope out from underneath his shirt at the base of his spine. Oh boy, my uncle and his Shibari. I was staying the night with Uncle Ryder one weekend, and I walked in on him, Uncle Tee, and Aunt Ali all beautifully tied up in different positions. Uncle Jax and Uncle Dom were both in the middle of artfully tying Uncle Cal’s arms behind his back. I didn’t want to intrude on them, so I went back downstairs and then called JT to talk me through the problem that was caused because of it. They wouldn’t hear me since they were too busy anyway.

When he did his voice was weighed down, it was clear he did not want to be sharing this information but also had to. “Verity, do you know what a soul tie is?” He asked, tiredness lining his eyes. A soul tie, I considered this. I had heard of it but very vaguely. “To be honest, I have heard of it. I just don’t remember anything specific.” I met his eyes; they were tender but also haunted. “A soul tie is a type of emotional and spiritual bond, or cord,” he said, pausing to take a sip of whatever was in the flask before offering it to me. I took a hearty swig and sputtered, he laughed.

I say, putting up my arms in surrender. He slowly removes his hands from his ears. "You will be late for your movie." I remind them. We bid them goodbye and walk our separate ways. _____________________________________________________________________________ I button up my suit and try to put on the tie. I struggle for a while, before shouting out Aiden's name. "What?" Aiden walks in through my door, all dressed up and his tie perfectly in place. I show him the tie in my hands. "I just can't seem to get it right. Help me with this." I say to him. He takes the tie and within a few seconds, he finishes tying it. I give him a look of disbelief.

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.