Tying The Knot Rob Green Novels & Stories

"Okay, Knot the tie then." No woman would refuse to experience this moment. The hands of the human god being placed on their boots and being in between his legs was every woman's dream each day the cock crows. His long eyelashes, his pink lips, his white and blue natural eyes, his height, his 6packs, his personality, was irresistible. Rose kept trying to knot the tie as she tried her possible best to avoid looking at the sexy man in front of her and Finally, she said; "I'm done sir, I did it!" She said, Her voice filled with so much joy and happiness. She was so happy that she had knotted it so very well and was proud of it.

God, I should have fucking listened. “I can't pull out, Rosette,” Kross whispered, his voice breaking. My eyes shot open, my hands grabbing his biceps, and my nails digging into them. “What the fuck do you mean you can't pull out? Answer me!” He looked into my eyes but I looked away. I couldn't bear to look at him. Not now. “I knotted in you,” he admitted softly. “I'm tied to you right now. The knot won't go down for twenty minutes. I'm locked in you.”

And as the door closed behind us, a thought crossed my mind. Oh my… Are we truly going to do that tonight? "Hey, why are you still standing there? Come on, get changed," he said casually. "Oh... uhm... yeah, sure. Uh..." My voice faltered as my eyes widened, heart thudding in my chest. My eyes slowly widened and nervously asked, "H-Hey, what are you doing?" "What? Removing my tie?" Rome looked genuinely puzzled, fingers casually slipping the buttons free. "I know, I just—" But my tongue couldn’t complete the sentence. I was… I was too flustered to speak.

Reluctantly, I put on my own bottoms as he dressed. I gathered the rest of my things and then sat on the bed to watch as he got ready. The suit looked expensive and fit him like a glove. I still loved his naked form better, but he looked damn fine in a suit. He held up two ties as if to ask me which one he should wear. One was blue and the other green. I stood and took the blue one, wrapping it around his neck and easily tying a double Windsor knot. “Where'd you learn to do that?” he asked softly.

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My knot starts swelling and the moment Noah feels it he pushes back into it, working himself over it before it locks in with a stretch that has both of us shouting. He comes from the pressure it creates inside him, his whole body seizing around me, too good and tight and warm for me to resist coming with him. I empty into him in pulses that go on and on while the strap creaks and the pine rail finally, quietly, splits. We snort out a quiet laugh, too satisfied and languorous to say anything about it now. I get the cuffs off him, still inside him, still joined. His wrists are slightly chafed where the leather bit when he strained closer to me. I press a gentle kiss to each of them.

It grounded me and sent unwanted sparks down my spine. “Too hot,” he muttered, almost to himself. He stood abruptly and went to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of ice water and a damp cloth. He tossed the cloth onto my chest. “Wipe your face. And drink.” I caught the cloth and pressed it to my neck with a reluctant sigh of relief. Our fingers brushed when I took the glass. The brief contact lingered too long. Heat pooled low in my belly. It had nothing to do with the suppressants. I drank deeply and glared at him over the rim. “You don’t have to stay. I’m not dying.”

Reluctantly, I put on my own bottoms as he dressed. I gathered the rest of my things and then sat on the bed to watch as he got ready. The suit looked expensive and fit him like a glove. I still loved his naked form better, but he looked damn fine in a suit. He held up two ties as if to ask me which one he should wear. One was blue and the other green. I stood and took the blue one, wrapping it around his neck and easily tying a double Windsor knot. “Where'd you learn to do that?” he asked softly.

Then the cord pulled tight, and it forced her to straddle the bench. “Ty, I’m not sure about this.” “I got you, babe. These are quick release knots. You only need to say it’s over and I’ll stop. Gods, you need to see yourself. You’re beautiful.” He was watching her now. His hands ran up and down her body. Rose could do nothing right now, and Ty knew she was loving it. “Ty, talk me through what you’re going to do. Gods, I’m shaking, but I don’t know if it’s fear or need.”

He looked up. Stephens smiled. "You learned well." Nathanial rarely spoke, but he needed to communicate too badly at that moment. "May I do another, sir?" The bodyguard's eyes brightened, his smile deepened, and he nodded. Nathanial double looped the rope and then wove the next knot. He asked to tie another and then another. "I made my own knot, sir. May I show you?" "Yes, lad, show me your design." The knot was a combination of several, and Nathanial closed his eyes and let his fingers construct the picture in his mind. When finished, he looked at the weave covering Stephens' lower arm.