Untying The Knot Novels & Stories

"Oh, my God. This has to be the most entertaining moment ever." Felix's gaze was still fixated on the man. "So, are you planning on untying us or do we do it ourselves?" Mr West was warring with himself on a decision to make. It seemed like these people could actually untie the Knot Mr Kevin had ordered them to use on the men. When he remembered the dampener attached to the window up above, he heaved a breath of relief. "I can not divulge a single word. Besides, a gordian knot was used to tie you both. It'll be nearly impossible to untie yourself."

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

It was difficult, because I could not see clearly, I was living on borrowed time and limited oxygen and the water pressure pushing me down and smoldering the life out of me was insane. The main knot of the rope had come undone while Tina had been pushing me around, and that was when I knew the universe had given me a chance of escape. Now, I could easily unravel the rest of the knots and free my hands. As quickly as possible, I freed my hands from the rope and it floated away.

I was wearing a black tuxedo with red tie which i am try to tie last fifteen minute. I don't understand why the hell I can't knotted a simple tie today. I rubbed my hand on my forehead. Function is already started. I can hear the music. Everyone is in garden and i am stuck here with my untie tie. I opened the upper two buttons of my shirt and hung my tie around my neck. I walked outside the room, looking for keerti or Emily who can help me to tie my tie but hallway is empty. I can see only few aunties who is walking around and showing their dresses to eachother. I give a small smile to them when they passed me and grinning looking at me.

It’s a struggle, but I’m determined, and keep listening out for any noises on the other side of the door. Threading the now-untied lace between my wrist and the cable tie, I set about tying one end of the lace to my right boot, the other to my left. Testing out whether my haphazard knots are tight enough, I pedal my feet, and breathe a sigh of relief when they hold. I keep going, the tension in the lace starting to burn through the cable tie. I gasp when it finally pops off, my right wrist finally free, the blood pumping happily back to my hand. Then I start on the other cable tie.

Making it easier to slip the other one through. Bringing my wrists to my mouth, I find the knot and start pulling with my teeth and the knot loosens and I keep pulling until I can slip my wrists free. I untie the material with my teeth. It feels like silk; I gag as I remove it from my other leg.

It hums through the bond like a heartbeat. I lie there for a long moment, eyes still closed, breathing it in. Letting it roll through my lungs and settle in my chest like something I never want to let go of. I can feel him, really feel him now. The bond we’d tiptoed around for weeks has finally settled into place, stretching between us like a current—alive, tethered, undeniable.

—ALORA EUNICE’S POV— I let my feet guide me, trusting where they wanted to take me. Somehow, they led me to a quiet fountain nestled in the heart of a building. Though the space was dimly lit, I kept walking forward—seeking solitude, a place to be alone with my thoughts. I settled onto the bench beside the gentle trickle of water and, overwhelmed by everything inside me, silently let the tears fall, releasing the weight of my heart.

It sits perfectly. I turn to Enzo. He is still wrestling with his disaster, fingers working at the knot with the focused determination of someone who created the problem and has no idea how to reverse it. I knock his hands out of the way and take over. The original knot has been pulled tight enough that I need twenty seconds to undo it, which tells me both of them contributed to making it. That is exactly the kind of collaborative cazzate they produce when left unsupervised for longer than four minutes.

Maybe that's why my dad made me go through them still. I shimmied slightly to get a better grip on the knot around my wrists. Even though my hands were behind my back and on the other side of the pillar i still knew that was my first knot to take care of. After a few moments of struggling I finally got it. Once freeing my hands I untied the three knots below it that secured my torso and chest to the pillar. Once they were free I reached up and untied my shoulders and neck before bending over to untie my legs and feet.