Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

“Jillian,” I whispered, grabbing his wrist, “don’t go out there alone.” His hand closed gently over mine, gun in the other. “I’m not. You’re with me.” “That’s not what I—” He turned, eyes locking on mine, serious. “Christy, if anything happens, I need you to run. You know the side hallway by the library?” I nodded. “There’s a hidden passage behind the tall bookshelf. Pull the black book with the red spine. It opens a door. Go through, stay quiet, don’t stop.”

he asked softly, his voice barely above the breeze. “Now…” she whispered back, her fingers tightening around his. “I still fall. Every day.” And with that, he leaned in, kissing her like it was the first time. And maybe it truly was. Not rushed. Not fiery or desperate. Not about lust, confusion, or proving anything. This kiss was calm, steady, and deliberate—the kind that promised safety, trust, and a shared future. His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face to his, while hers rested lightly on his chest, feeling the steady beat of a heart she now knew belonged to her.

So why was I here now, tending to his wounds like this? My fingers trailed along his back in slow, circular motions, more focused on the rise and fall of his breathing than the task at hand. When I leaned forward to reach a bruise lower down, my foot slipped. I tripped. Before I could fall, a firm hand caught my waist. It was Mr. Ashford. He leaned me back against his table, the solid wood pressing into my spine. I was still too close to him and my gaze drifted shamelessly over his body. His abs and chest. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

His hand went to my stomach. Just like that. Flat. Warm. Possessive. And I didn’t flinch. I leaned into it. Because it was the only thing that felt real. Because it was the only thing that was real. Because I was already his. He looked into my eyes. Deep. Burning. Starving. And then he said it. “Get on your knees, kitten.” And I did. Right there. In front of Kayla. In front of the blinking camera. In front of God.

"Now, get on your knees, on the floor." ||||||||

Kylie stumbled forward, her high heels twisting awkwardly as her ankle gave way. She crashed to the ground, falling to her knees with a loud "thud". A sharp pain shot through her knees. Instinctively, she reached out to steady herself, her palms pressing against the cold floor. Her hair, which had been carefully styled, now spilled messily around her face, blocking her view. At that moment, her forehead was less than five inches from Jonathan's custom Italian leather shoes.

My knees buckle and I collapse forward onto the folding table, shaking, cum and arousal running down my thighs, the concrete under my feet slippery with my own mess. He flips me over. My back hits the table, towels falling, and he grabs my ankles, spreads my legs wide, pushes them back until my knees are near my shoulders. Folded in half. Exposed. My pussy is swollen and flushed and gaping slightly and everything is wet, his cock, my thighs, the table under me.

My knees began to shake as my heart twisted painfully, my tears poured down my cheeks as my body convulsed in shivers because of the coldness, betrayal and regret seeped into my heart, crushing my spirit and what was left of my dignity. My knees buckled as harsh, strong sobs weakened my body and I fell to my knees, sobbing and screaming as indescribable agony peeled away the numbness and tortured my heart mercilessly. My throat tightened as I screamed out my pain and lack of dignity. I sobbed out my what was left of my pride until I had nothing left to scream out, nothing left to cry for. On the cold grassy ground on my hands and knees, my screams and sobs settling down even though my heart

Then, louder, his voice ringing down the hallway: “On your knees.” My knees locked, my mind racing. Here? Now? The voices were closer, the laughter louder, a man and a woman, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood. Dame’s free hand slid down my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine before giving me a shove. I hit the carpet hard, my knees sinking into the fibers. The impact sent a jolt of pain up my thighs, but worse was the way the dress rode up, the cool air hitting my bare ass. I could feel the cum dripping down my legs, the wetness pooling beneath me.

“Get on your knees. We can start with a down payment.” Her body moved before her brain could catch up. The fear was a cold knot in her stomach, but under it, a dark, hot fire was starting to burn. She sank to her knees on her own floor. The cheap carpet was rough against her skin. This was her apartment. Her safe place. And he was here, turning it into his playground.