Tied Up Novels & Stories

Adir was standing directly at the front of his mate, holding her by her hand on both of her arms. " I should be the one asking you that! How can you think about ending your life? Am I not important to you? " Betty asked as her face was already wet with tears. " Ending my life? Aren't you committing suicide? " Adir asked with his eyebrows furrowed. " Me? Committing suicide? I am afraid of injections, and you think I can do this? Andreas told me that you are Committing suicide. " Betty said in disbelief. "They told me you are Committing suicide." Adir frowned until he connected the dots.

He blamed himself, for allowing his feeling to be mauled so easily. "You are so easy to manipulate, see the result of your unfiltered emotion. She is over there, so calmed and relaxed. Like she never said those words to you." He tried several times to get rid of the image, but it was stucked in his head. His pent up angee made him bang the door mistakenly, and he saw her jolt up from her sleep.

a signal jammer. Toby lost contact with his team. Trying to troubleshoot the cause of disconnection, he looked around and saw his transceivers' cord was pulled out--and the box itself was crashed. A sturdy man did it - slamming it to the ground and thumping it with his black combat boots. How did he find me in this shit hole? He never knew, a person could gulp thrice due to anxiety. Toby got an adequate beating, almost coughing his own lungs out.

They considered him the dark horse of the team but the pressure they kept on him, made him psychologically incapable to please them. Thus, after two weeks of the yips, he miraculously overcame it and was doing successful kicks. Only to find out that he had been on steroids to keep going. Anton knew. The consequence of letting that itch embedded in your mind and you couldn’t escape it. He knew all of that. But he didn’t expect Fin to have an addiction. Once again, he was rendered speechless. He was wondering if Fin had the talent of making his brain circulation stop. In fact, he was already more tired than he was before he…caught her.

It seemed like every morning there was some crisis or another at his office. I caught sight of him in the reflection of the mirror as he strode into the bedroom. He was standing near the dresser, holding his phone in one hand, while the other was fumbling with his tie. He was trying to knot it himself, but he’d gotten it all tangled up, and his impatience was clearly growing. Aiden pulled at the knot, trying to undo the mess he had made, but it only tightened. His grip on the phone tightened as well, and his voice rose a little louder, clearly venting his frustration at whoever was on the other end.

The security opened the gate and i drove in, i got into the house and took out my phone and dialed Nate’s number, after about two rings he picked it up and i heard some shuffling over the phone "What’s up man" i say but could still hear some shuffling over the phone “Dude! Sorry, what’s good?" He Says as i loosen the knot on my tie "I’m fine man, you?” I asked him “Eh..I’m okay, to what do i owe this honor" he says and i almost roll my eyes, Key word ‘Almost’

What could be better? A weight pressed down on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. My eyes felt incredibly thick and heavy, and it took all I have to force them open. When I looked down, I found a leather strap across my chest, anchoring me to the cool, metal table beneath me. My whole body was tied down, unable to move. I tried to struggle, but my limbs felt like dead weight, and every movement was like trying to swink through molasses.

“Nah, I just never learnt to tie a tie.” “And whose problem is that?” John asked him, frowning. “Please...” “You serious?” Hunter nodded. “What grown ass man doesn't know how to tie a tie?” John said sucking his teeth. Hunter didn't respond, just held the tie up at him. John didn't look so happy with having to tie Hunter's tie. “I ain't putting my arms around you, give it here.”

I tried to sit up, but something pulled at my wrist. I looked down and saw a strip of torn silk binding one of my hands to the carved wooden headboard. It wasn’t metal, but it was tight enough to burn my skin when I tugged. I cursed softly. Whoever had tied me up clearly didn’t think I was much of a threat. They were wrong. I tried yanking again, but the headboard only groaned under the pressure, refusing to give. I twisted my wrist, testing the knot, my pulse racing. Then, desperate, I bent forward and bit down on the silk, trying to undo it with my teeth.

I tried to sit up, but his hand pushed flat between my tits and held me down. “Stay.” Just that one word and my nipples got hard. He opened the drawer by the bed and brought out red silk ties came out. My heart pounded in my neck. I should fight him at this point. Kick. Yell Leon’s name until my voice broke out. But instead, I lifted my wrists, giving them to him like I was under a spell. He tied me to the headboard.. The knots was so tight that I could never break them. It stretched my arms, and made my tits lift up, and every breath came short. I pulled a little— no give at all. I was stuck and wet between my legs.