Tied Up Novels & Stories

Freya ordered. “What the hell are you doing?” I groaned, trying to struggle free from their grip as they tied my hands with a strange kind of plant and secured me tightly bound to a tree. “Why are you tying me up?! What’s going on?” I panted, still struggling to pull my hands free but it was way too tight.

I gulped the little lump left in my throat, "I don’t think I can do this" I sighed deeply at my thoughts, I need to get out of this fucking place. I let out a breath and tried to move again, all my muscle protested against my moves as I stiff from the position I was in; failed to get off the ropes that was surprisedly doubled on me, why on earth will I be tied up with two ropes, a normal person ties someone with just one rope, why do I have two on me? "Help please, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry just please get me out of this fucking chair, it’s highly uncomfortable," I said; sounding defeated I’m too tired to do anything, I can’t help myself

I think I’m still at the house. I try to sit up. My left hand immediately jerks. But it doesn’t go anywhere. Panic swells in my chest, immediate and animal. What the hell? My gaze drops to my wrist. It’s . . . tied? Rough, thick rope—probably torn from the storage closet in the hallway—twists around my hand, knotted tightly against the bedpost. I try the other hand. Same. One foot. Same. Oh my god. No. No no no no no—

He murmurs as I struggle with one of the sloppily tied knots, "Do you need help, little one?" "No, it's all good," I bite my lip and pull at the rope. It comes loose and I tie it up the right way. Old Man T's boat-no surprise that he hasn't tied them properly.

But I don’t know why I like to play with fire. “And what if I say I did? It has nothing to do with you,” I said while lifting my chin up. he closed his eyes taking a deep breath, his frustration was visible on his grib on waist , but it took him seconds to get back to his normal self. he sat on the bed whithout losing the grib of me and made me sit on his lap. I struggle to get back from it, but his grip was so tight that for a second I couldn’t breathe.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t know why you are tied up?” He recoiled into the chair, casting his gaze down before saying. “I don’t understand what is happening here. I haven’t done anything wrong so why am I tied up like this?” He questioned, trying to act offended. I smirked, nodding my head. “It seems you want me to take things the hard way,” I said and shrugged. “Just so you know, that will be my pleasure, but given our history, I will give you one last chance. Tell me everything you know and I will forgive you just this once for what you have done.”

The words unsettle me more than accusation would have. “Why?” I ask. “Because Meridian isn’t independent.” The world narrows. “What does that mean?” My voice now a breathless whisper. “It means,” he says softly, “someone is positioning you.” My pulse spikes. My eyes dart across the room. Sora watches us with lethal calm. “I don’t like not knowing your strategy,” he says.

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.

After working out for two hours in my home gym,I showered and changed into a casual pair of clothes as I had no important meetings before twelve nor I was the CEO of the company whose presence is mandatory from early morning to late night . There was a good reason that I wanted to stay at home as much as possible.My mother had something cooking inside her head and she won't sit quite for a long time.I couldn't leave Sophia as her prey,so until Sophia leaves for university, I'd stay home and finish my less important paperwork here. By the time,I came back in my room I spotted her struggling with the strap of her boots.I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her

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.