Bring Him To His Knees Dramione Novels & Stories

“Don’t get me wrong, I do not want to be Queen B. I mean I understand people are concerned about bee stings, but what they forget is that it may be a bee or Queen B, all you need is a piece of paper to squash it from the face of earth.” With that, I turned, leaving her dumbfounded, standing there. That is when I heard the slow claps that were coming from the Cafeteria doorway. Standing there was an individual with an ultimate Colgate smile. “That was Savage!” Draco said, walking towards me. "I wanted to intervene earlier, but you did not need me. Guess you are not a Weakling!” I smiled back at him, knowing what he meant. “Come, we have enough school drama for a day. Wanna have some fun?”

"I was seeing how long you'd go." The hall absorbed this. Draco looked at me. He looked at me for a long moment. "You were..." "Pulling your leg," I said. "Yes." "For forty minutes," he said. "It's my birthday," I said. "You let me get down on.." "One knee," I said. "Yes." He looked at the floor briefly. Then back at me. "Sofia," he said. "Yes," I said. "I am on my knees," he said. "I can see that," I said.

The stare he gave Draco made Draco realize he was not ready to answer such a question. “I’m sorry, I will go back to my room now.” Draco said to Damien and walked out of Damien's room. Damien was quiet and dropped the papers as well. He feels it is a scar he will never forget and it’s better he doesn't talk about it. ********************* “Wood.” Rose screamed as she saw how beautiful Kimberly looked in her red dress. “How do I look?” Kimberly asked her. “You look beautiful.” Rose said to Kimberly and the other maids that were dressing her were also in agreement to what Rose said.

Almost. Del steps up beside me, a hand briefly at my back, grounding. Kieran falls in on my other side, close enough that his presence alone says something to anyone watching, though I don’t have the space right now to think about what. The mill door opens. I have imagined this moment more times than I will ever admit to anyone, even Del. I have pictured his face a hundred different ways, older, harder, softer, indifferent, ashamed, and none of the versions I built in my head over two years of quiet, private rehearsal prepared me for the actual weight of watching him step through that doorway and go completely still.

He would not admit it. “Foolish,” Dom muttered under his breath, though whether he meant Bryce, the girl, or himself, even Draco couldn’t tell. Straightening his shoulders, Dom’s voice cut firm and low, “The moment Bryce returns, send for him. Immediately.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and strode back toward the hall, his cloak brushing against the polished floor. His figure disappeared into the flood of nobles, reclaiming his seat beside Marcia at the head of the gathering with the same air of command he’d carried when the night began.

He grumbled and she chewed on her lower lip sheepishly. "I don't like how she wolves ogle you," She murmured softly and he went stiff when she licked his ear lobe deliberately. "I'm not going anywhere," He grumbled. "So am I," She pulled back winking at him and he felt his pants tighten. They danced for a while and then he stopped. He had to. If he kept dancing then he might end up taking her then and there. Draco saw his brother stepping out of the hall. He mind-linked Ezra who instantly came to stand closer to Fiona. Draco excuses himself as he steps out and follows his brother to the backyard.

Hermione paused. She hadn't done anything wrong today. She decided to slip past unnoticed. "Hermione." His voice stopped her cold. "Yes?" "Come here." She glanced toward the dining room. Rose and several other maids stood frozen in the doorway, their faces etched with worry. Rose's hands were clasped tightly in front of her. Hermione swallowed and walked to him. Stopped in front of the armchair. "Kneel." Her heart pounded. What had she done? She didn't ask. She lowered herself to her knees, but her hands trembled against her thighs.

She opens her arms in front of him and says, "Kneel." He ordered her to take another smoke, and she did exactly that, getting rid of all the embarrassment as she got on her knees. Things were getting interesting, but Killian’s face had not revealed any emotion that would encourage Brynn that she was getting to him. "Now crawl to me," he says, and Brynn paused to catch his gaze; he wasn’t joking at all. Brynn got on her hands and knees, balancing her weight, before she began to crawl. Naked and shamelessly to where Killian sat,

My length twitches painfully and I mutter curses under my breath. An omega struts in a tiny dress that leaves nothing to imagination with a tray perfectly balanced on her arms. Without any further thoughts, I yank her forwards and the tray clatter to the ground. Her eyes grow wide but the smirk tugging at the corner of lips is enough proof that she wants this as well. Drogo growls at the back of my mind. But I ignore him. He caused this. “Kneel,” I order and she drops to her knees.