Novel & Cerita Tie Up

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.

Who passed this painful period I congrats them. HAPPY NEW YEAR 👏🎉🎉🎊🔮

"That's clipping." "It's still a tie." "But you didn't tie it. Someone at the factory tied it. You just attached it." "So? It's on my neck. That's what matters." "The skill is in the tying, not the wearing." Alexander's face scrunched up. "You're being annoying." "I'm being accurate." "Accurate is annoying." "Maybe the other Alexander will teach me how to tie a real tie," Alexander said. "Since we have the same name. That's what Alexanders do. We help each other."

" 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.

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.

Both of them watching in the mirror. His fingers found her already wet. She could see his hand moving. See her face change. Suddenly he pulled back. Went to his bag, and came back with a tie. One of his work ties. Eva stared. "What's that for Adrian?" "Thought about this. All week." Hesitated. "Would you let me?" "Let you what?" "Tie your hands." She should say no. But she didn't. "Alright...but not too tight." His hands shook tying her wrists. The he positioned her in front of the mirror. Him behind her. They could see everything. Her wrists bound. Blouse open. The torn tights.

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.