Untying The Knot Novels & Stories

Anjali complained. " As you wish! "Alex said. " You are so tall , it makes it difficult to tie the knot . " , she complained. " No worry. "Alex sat on the bed and let her tie the knot. Anjali started to tie the knot, but unfortunately, she couldn't tie the note as perfectly as Alex. "Looks like the fabric of the tie is defective. "Anjali threw the tie on the ground when she got tired of trying continuously. " Don't worry, you can try others. " Alex chuckled at her childish act.

The stretch burned perfectly and locked us together. "Ohh god" I cried. He groaned deep and held still letting me adjust. The knot throbbed huge inside filling me completely. I felt his cock pulse and my pussy fluttered around it. He started short thrusts now that the knot tied us. Each move tugged and stretched sending shocks through me. "Mmm fuck" My arms gave out and I dropped to my elbows ass high. He followed keeping tied and thrust short and fast. The tug on the knot every time made me come again quick and hard.

Five minutes later, Jessica struggled her hand out of the rope and hurriedly untied the ropes on her feet. Just as she untied it, she thought of another question. After hesitating for a moment, Jessica changed the knot of the rope to a slipknot, which could be easily untied by pulling on the end. "Olivia, come closer." "What, what happened?" "I helped you untie the rope, and later I will tie a knot for you again. Once you pull the end on top, the knot will open." Olivia didn't dare to argue with Jessica's words, but she couldn't help herself. "We had already untied the rope, why did we have to tie the knot again? Wouldn't it be better for us to stay loose and escape when they are not paying

He could see her labored breathing and all logic flew out the window. All he could think of was touching her. He raised his hands and traced a finger up from her lower back towards the knot end stitched to the tunic. Without breaking the eye contact, he took the knot in his hands and her hands fell on either side and he could see her clutching tightly on to her tunic. He slowly, very slowly tied the knot without breaking the skin to skin contact. They were brought out of whatever magical world they were in by a soft knock on the door.

I need to get home as soon as possible but how the hell do I untie myself? Rather than pulling at the knot, I turned on my stomach and stood on all fours on the bed. Good girl! I used my razor sharp teeth and gnawed at the tie until it partially tore and gave way. I smoothen the creases on my dress, tie my hair into a bun and rush towards the door before he comes back. On my way out, I dig into my purse, remove some change and leave a message for him on a piece of tissue along with his torn Burberry tie, “Some spare change for your down to earth performance” I chuckle to myself as I keep that on the floor. Genius!

"See? Loose enough to grow. Tight enough to support." "Riveting tutorial." "Some things need room to breathe." Her thumb traces the tie I've botched. "You don't have to hold them too tight." Her eyes lift. Heat climbs my neck. "Profound observation." "One of my many talents." She takes the twine from my hands—deliberate contact, fingers lingering. Demonstrates the knot with exaggerated precision. "You'd better start taking notes." "You're hilarious before coffee." "Coffee's the only thing standing between you and world chaos." She sits back, and dirt smudges her knees. She rocks back on her heels.

While the others ran ahead she stopped to see if he could escape. “Techs set basic traps all over the place to catch us in.” Aeon started as she leaned against a tree to watch. A small smile was on her face, enjoying the show. “Most have a sensor that goes off when the trap is triggered to alert any nearby Techs. You have less than a minute left to get unstuck before I have to take you out.” “We didn’t learn about these types of knots in the Center!” Adro said in a panic, blood having rushed to his upside down face. He tried to undo the knot, but had no luck at undoing the tight, complicated loops and twists. “I can’t undo these knots!”

Every knot he undoes feels like he’s unwrapping something he actually cares about. His fingers brush my skin with every pass, checking in with those tiny pauses, rubbing out the tension in all the places the rope bit in. It’s not just aftercare. It’s him still holding me, even while letting go. Once he’s got me untied, he grabs a towel and wipes down my back—cleaning up the mess he made with a kind of tenderness that makes my chest go tight. It’s sweet. Ridiculously so. And I’m not even trying to hide how much I love it.

“Then it is the one.” After paying, I headed to the next store. Damien loved ties. Real ties, expensive ties, ties he ironed even when they already looked perfect. He always said a tie completed a man. I browsed for a while before spotting a sleek Zegna tie. Deep navy with the kind of subtle pattern that only someone who paid attention would notice. “This one,” I whispered, running my fingers over the fabric. I bought it and placed both items into a love-designed paper bag, soft cream with delicate red hearts that looked hand-painted. It felt right.

No pulse, no breath, nothing at all. I ran back to the room where I had tied the other two, they had to still be alive since I tied them properly. If they struggled, it would only make the rope tighter. "What the hell?" I gasped in horror at the sight I came to meet. Where they got the resolve to do, I will never know. They were still as I tied them up, the only thing was they had bashed the back of their head so hard against the platforms I tied them to that they managed to kill themselves.