Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

I had to know everything, and each time I tried, I got nothing. “Don’t worry, maybe things will come naturally. You’ve already tried enough, Lydia.” Dennis said that on the last day we came to the bridge. My eyes were full of tears, and I could feel the burn behind them. “I have to know, baby. If I want to be the woman you love, the woman who fights for you, I have to know who I am,” I said, lowering my head in shame. But at that moment, thunder rumbled, and the rain began to fall.

“Now get on your knees.” My legs folded before I could even think about refusing. The hardwood floor was cool against my bare knees as I knelt in front of him, looking up at the man who held my father’s life — and now mine — in his hands. My short black skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn’t pull it down. I knew he wanted to see. I knew he wanted to see everything.

"On your knees omega, you don't give a blow job while standing." I blinked at him, my knees?? "So go on your knees for me darling, and make me proud," And so I did. I went on my knees, wrapped both of my hands around his erect cock, tilted it towards my mouth and glanced up at him, hoping he'd say, 'forget about it', and gives me the money. "I can't do this for money," I leaned back on my knees, "I'd feel like a slut." "It's your lucky day, your brain cell seem to be working."

It was just a slim chest with abs, nothing more. “What?” He growled. “Don't worry.” I hissed, reaching for the book on the top shelf myself. I pulled the book, and somehow the whole shelf. I slipped and the shelf was coming down on me. I screamed, closing my eyes as I felt the ground close. Ten seconds later, and I still hadn't hit the ground. My hands were now holding something that felt like skin. I could feel strong arms around my waist, keeping me from falling. I gently opened my eyes to see Kael staring down at me, holding the shelf from falling and holding me also. His golden red eyes were a stark contrast to his terrible behaviour. He raised me and the shelf at the same time, still ho

After deciding that college was worth more than a fucking blow job, I scurried over to his side and stared down at him while he leaned back in his chair and eyed me with that smirk on his lips and all that audacity. "Knees." "My ... my knees?" I asked, glancing down at my black nylons that would surely rip. "On your knees, like a good girl." Swallowing hard, I took a quick glance at the others in the room and knelt between his legs, my fingers shaking and my panties sopping fucking wet. I didn't know why this was making me feel this way. I should feel so disgusted, so fucking disgusted.

Damn it. I froze, then slumped back onto the pillow. “Er… yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The words caught in my desiccated throat, and to my utter horror, they twisted into a sob. A hot, silent tear escaped, tracing a path to my ear. I never cried. Not in front of people. Especially not in front of Richard. It was the ultimate surrender, and I was doing it naked in his bed. “It’s okay, Ang,” he said softly, his voice still gentle despite the hour and the chaos I represented. “No broken bones. Just the bowl.” He didn’t move to touch me.

A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment. Harper considers her red face to be a reaction to her panic. He took out his phone, whose screen was broken to call someone. Daisy sat on the floor and dazedly looked at Harper who was ordering someone. After a few seconds, the lift started, As soon as the lift stopped at the ground floor Harper got out of the lift, he did not even spare a glance at her. Daisy also exited from the lift “Crackhead” She murmured in her mouth; she waited for his words of consolation, hoping for reassurance and comfort. His touch on her back had hinted at a caring presence, and she longed to hear his soothing words, but as soon as the lift opened, he walked out

I keep my gaze on my new boots, focusing on not giving in to my body fear. ____________ On your knees - the king murmurs in a voice as soft as velvet. I should kneel down, but my pride won't let me. Even here, even in front of the royal family, my knees won't bend. ____________ No - I contest, gathering strength to raise my head. _____________ Do you like your cell? - He asks. His voice fills the hall, and the menacing tone of the words is clear as day. Still, I stand. He tilts his head and looks at me like I'm intriguing.

Due to the severity of her come down, Zoe’s foot resting on where the keyboard was, her knee struck the table. She shuts her eyes and grabs her shoulder bag, covering her nude body. In his place, the guy did not even stir. The man lifted an eyebrow at her and appeared bored as she came to a stop.

“On your knees. Chest down.” The words hit me like lightning. My knees buckle as I turn back to the bed, but he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t reach out to steady me. He waits. Watching me as I climb onto the bed and do as he says, lifting my ass high in the air. “Spread your legs.” I do as he says, fighting against the sudden urge to clam my legs shut. It’s almost surreal. He’s seen every part of my body by now, but this is different. Like the first time.