Tied Up Novels & Stories

She was hesitating, and that small fact was everything. I stared at her, searching for cracks in her resolve. “Aria gets tonight. But what about me?” I whispered. Her laugh was soft, nervous, like she was trying to resist me and herself. “You’ve had all day. Don’t get greedy, Ricci.” Greedy. If she only knew. A stray piece of her hair fell across her face again, shielding her eyes from me, and she reached up to tuck it behind her ear. “Here,” I said softly, leaning over to flip open the center console. Tucked inside was the black hair tie she’d left there yesterday. I held it out to her.

“As if that would make me change my mind.” “Will it?” She smiles, taking the cup. “No. Actually, it only made me more certain.” The sound of hurried footsteps upstairs interrupts our conversation. Moments later, we hear Oliver’s voice: “Noah! Give me back my karate uniform!” “It’s not yours, it’s mine!” Noah snaps back. “Yours is in the laundry because SOMEONE spilled juice on it!” Sophia rolls her eyes, amused. “Your turn.” I head upstairs to find the twins engaged in a tug-of-war with the white uniform.

She could hear him loosening his tie, the familiar sounds of him settling in after work. “I heard you went to the gym today.” She turned. He was by the wardrobe, jacket already off, looking at her with that calm, unbothered expression. She studied him for a moment. “Yes, I did.” Her voice was even. “Do you have an issue with it?” “I have a whole gym here at home, Miriam. What were you looking for out there?” She closed her laptop slowly and turned to face him fully. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.”

She gripped the phone like it was burning her skin. And she realized, in that suspended, breathless moment, that whatever came next would decide everything.

said Elsie going into her usual sad mode gesture, drooped shoulders dry as a nuns nasty lips and the pity in her eyes made her look like a dog craving for a bone. "You can't change the past you know" "I know am just tired of all this lying it's like am entangled in a spider web, some sort of quicksand the more I try to fight it the deeper I sink" "We will figure it out, it's a good thing you brought me along we are going to negotiate a deal with him" "You'll do that for me?" "Anything for you bitch, I love you. Bring it in" she said the two embracing each other.

“Then I’ll make you feel so much you’ll forget how to keep anything from me.” Her legs nearly buckled. She hated the ache in her body, the way his words filled her with dread and desire in equal measure. Carson turned her sharply, forcing her to face him. His gaze devoured her angry, hungry, unyielding. Slowly, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silk tie, smooth and dark as midnight. Her breath caught. He lifted her wrist, slid the tie around it, and bound it to the carved bedpost. Not cruelly, not painfully but firmly, undeniably. Then the other wrist, leaving her stretched, vulnerable, trembling against the sheets.

Lucky bastard. I twist my hands and wrists around in every way I possibly can, trying to free myself from the vice grip these zip ties have on my wrists. What's the point though? Even if I manage to get out of these zip ties what then? Ryder is literally a giant immovable boulder in my path.

But something was just wrong . The yawn wouldn't come. He panicked a little before the realization dawned on him that his mouth was gagged with what ? A tie? His hands found their way to the double knots tied at the back of his head and begin to work on it. His blood rise in anger and his head was steaming. If he should get that little witch !! How dare her tie him up?? He messaged the back of his neck that was so stiff and aching and quickly scanned the room with his eyes.

A sharp pain throbbed at the back of Castiel’s skull as he stirred awake. His body felt stiff, his wrists sore. He tried to move, but the rough bite of rope around his wrists and ankles stopped him. The realization hit him in waves—he was tied up. Restrained. Trapped. His pulse spiked with panic, breath coming in sharp gasps as he struggled against the restraints.

It was hard for him to say this because he was in a lot of pain, but he really wanted to know. ‘You’ll see,’ said Bobby. ‘You can fight back.’ ‘I’m trying,’ said Mitch and he did pull around some. ‘What are you doing?’ By now, Bobby had looped the rope around Mitch’s other wrist. He ran it down around Mitch’s ankles, then back up to the first wrist, where he tied it off. When he was finished, Mitch was sitting with his legs folded under him, his wrists and ankles tied behind him. He was all trussed up and completely at Bobby’s mercy.