Tie Up Novels & Stories

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.

a little voice said in my brain. Nat got up and came close to me; I swear I almost threw up at her touch. She sneered again. "Better get used to it, fiance, since I will be married soon and will need to consummate the marriage at some, well, all this unprotected shit load of sex that we are having isn't bad, but we need to do it after we tie the knot"... lifting her ring finger at me, showing off the engagement ring on her boney finger.... that I put on her finger. FUCKKKKKKKKKKK can it get any worse? I needed to put my head back on and look for Amara; this empty hole in my chest was making me feel uneasy.

" I laughed at myself and watched the screen fill with confusion. Finally, I said the words I had been holding back for so long. "The reason is simple. I bought my son that tie."

Xavier had tossed his jacket onto a chair and yanked his tie loose, his hair slightly mushed from a day of running his hands through it in frustration. I leaned against the kitchen island, watching him. "So," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Day one of the six-month sentence is officially over. Did the world end? Or did we actually pull off the 'happy couple' act?" Xavier didn’t turn around. "The stocks are up. People believe us. That’s all that matters." "Is it?" I walked over, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. I stopped a few feet behind him. "Because you looked like you wanted to strangle me in that elevator. Or maybe you just wanted to finish what we started in the

He hissed, pulling back just enough to look at her. Breathing uneven. Eyes dark. Instead of stopping— He reached up, pulling his tie loose in one swift motion. “Damian—” Her protest didn’t get far. His hands caught her wrists, lifting them above her head. The silk tie wrapped around them, binding them together against the door. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to hold. “Do you think it’s that easy?” he murmured, his voice dropping. His lips brushed her jaw. Then lower.

he replies, smiling adorably at me. "Okay, then we can try the toy." I find myself agreeing. I still know my weather, windy, fiery and icy and I know their purpose. Next, he creates a loop tie around my ankle and fastens the other end of the rope to the leg of the bed. He repeats this with my other ankle. I am now spread wide for him, in an immobilised state, my face is wearing an expression of disbelief combined with awe that I'm going to let him tie me up and use that toy on me.

He asked. "Yes," Lena jumped at his request, she hurried towards him, standing in front of him. "Stay still and let me do that for you." She said, fastening the tie in between her fingers. She placed the tie around his neck, her fingers carefully grazing his skin. She felt a rush of hormones as their skin made contact, it wasn't new, but it felt different every time; different in a beautiful way that she liked. Crossing the ends of the tie, she coiled the ends and finally tightened it and fixed it. "Done," she said, taking her hands off him.

She looks up at him, “Have at it, I’ve tried all the tricks I know.” He looks at the tie, it wasn’t a clip on or pre-tied. He undoes it and starts from scratch. Eliza is watching his hands carefully, so he slows down so she can see what he’s doing. He crosses the longer side over the shorter side, round the back to the front and folds the other end to look like a bow. Then the other end goes around this then gets tucked in behind the first folded shape, and he pulls the sides to tighten it.