Tied Up Novels & Stories

Mr. Grey held me up and walked me to the chair in the corner of the room, then he made me sit on it. He took the ribbon from me and looked at me with a calm smile. “The game is about to begin,” he said softly and slowly as he tied the ribbon around my wrists, gently securing me to the chair. It wasn’t tight, just enough to hold me in place. He bent down to look into my eyes. “You’ll love this moment,” he said quietly, “and you’ll remember it forever.”

Still nothing. My heart flipped. My pulse shot up. My throat tightened around air that suddenly felt thin. My glasses. Where the fuck were my glasses? Why couldn’t I see? I jerked forward and that’s when the second thing hit—I couldn’t move. Arms yanked behind me, legs tight. Rough rope dug into my skin. My wrists burned. My ankles throbbed. Tied. I was tied up. My chest caved in around the thought. I yanked instinctively, body jerking—stupid, stupid, everything hurt—but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t calm down. My lungs locked tight. My breath broke into short, fast bursts that sounded way too loud in the silence.

Seeing her like this made me hard as fuck. I placed the bag on her desk and pulled out the four ties. The first one was red and I tied it tightly around her left wrist. The second tie was black and I tied that one around her other wrist. I tied the two remaining blue ties around her ankles. Then I got under the desk and pulled the ties on her wrists in until they could be pulled no more. I knotted them together and was sure she couldn't escape.

he explained as I felt his cock twitching inside of me multiple times. I felt so torn between my desire to receive his seed and dealing with the pain from the way that his gigantic cock was stretching my insides. When I tried to move my hips, pain shot through where we were connected and I ended up crying out. “I told you to stay still. Don’t move, Mila. This is called a tie…” he warned me again. “A…tie?” I repeated his words questioningly. “Yes, this is called a tie. My cock is too big right now and we won’t be able to separate until I’m done pouring my cum into you,” he explained in a seductively low voice.

Let’s go. While the city slept, Kelvin Blackwood tore through the streets. He arrived at the warehouse ten minutes later. It was a decaying structure, a relic of a failed industry, much like Dante’s ambitions. Kelvin did not wait for a breach team. He kicked the side door open and stepped into the gloom. The air inside smelled of salt and rust. A single light hung from a chain in the center of the room, illuminating a figure tied to a chair. Kelvin approached, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. As he stepped into the light, he saw the person. It was a woman. She looked older, her face lined with a combination of exhaustion and terror. Her mouth was taped shut.

Luis Park is back! But the problem is... he was.... in a troublesome situation. "Eh?" He can't move! His body was tied to each end. And he was barely naked! So Tight! But when he looked down. So Deep! The crater was this deep but the problem is the tightness... the tightness of this ropes in his legs and arms is fucking amazing! "Fuck this amazing expert who tied this!" He yelled. It was tied from different directions with no both ends! It is like a puzzle, and that amazes him to death!

SHAIRA That b*tch, she tied herself up to avoid me from my plans. Both my hands and feet are tightly tied to the bed and it’s difficult to move. I screamed in anger releasing all air I have inside my lungs. Well, this body is mine too. She can’t just stop me from what I want.

"Quickly, go! It's too late!" Jessamine shouted at him with tears in her eyes. Thaddeus's hands trembled as he reached for the knot, tying her up. He didn't have time to listen to what Jessamine was saying; he was completely focused. However, the knot was tied too tightly. It wasn't something that could be undone quickly. Large beads of sweat dripped from Thaddeus's forehead, falling onto Jessamine's skirt. She pleaded with him tearfully, "Hurry, don't untie it. It's too late..."

ELIJAH’S POV: EARLIER THAT DAY: The knot of my tie wouldn’t sit right. I yanked it loose for what felt like the fifth time, trying not to snap. I was stressing out, and I didn’t even know why. Janet’s voice came in from the closet nagging as usual as she walked towards me, “You’re going to ruin it if you keep pulling like that.” “I wouldn’t have to if it was stitched right,” I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear.

"Get them off! Please get them off." "What? What are you talking about?" Warm tears leaked from my closed eyes. I couldn't pry them open, the light was too bright, the pounding too severe. That didn't mean I wasn't aware. I was. Like insects scattering across my skin, the vines continued to weave and wrap; alive and possessed, they tied me to the bed, covering my legs, body, breasts, and arms. I couldn't move.