Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

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.

Her knee shifted, just slightly, and the book slipped free like it had been waiting for this moment. Her hand shot out. Too late. The book dropped. It hit the ground with a solid thud that echoed through the garden, loud enough to wake the dead. The figure halted. Silence swallowed everything. And then—Zayla suddenly developed muscle pull in her ribs.

KNOX I set Ivy down and the loss of her warmth hits me like a wave. I feel like a fucking addict on withdrawal. “Hide. Now.” She doesn’t hesitate. Ivy drops to her hands and knees and crawls under my desk, her blonde hair and bare ass disappearing into the shadows. I take three seconds to breathe. In through my nose, and out through my mouth. My cock is still rock hard and straining against my zipper, so I count to ten before moving to the door.

He snapped his finger twice at that instant and as though some invisible force obeyed him, the towel suddenly loosened then fell to the floor. My breath caught just as the cold air brushed against my naked but before before I could process what happened the world shifted one second I was standing with him trapping me against the wall the next, I was lying bare against the bed. A startled gasp escaped me. My body burning all over, every inch of my skin hypersensitive beneath his gaze. But it didn't stop there because in the next instant, he lowered himself onto his knees at the edge of the bed and my breath faltered at the sight of it. My heart nearly stopped.

'Just fall for the temptation already,' Peter groaned inwardly He was gonna dump her when he got what she wanted from her. Peter grinned devilishly when Faye hugged him back. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was too naive and he was gonna use her and then dump her. 'It seems bullying Alexandria was a good idea after all,' Faye thought happily. Peter needed someone to help him get those files so if he couldn't use Alexandria, he was gonna use Faye Archer. 'Oh Faye, you are gonna be disappointed, 'he said mentally as he giggled evilly.

My eyes fluttered shut, a shuddering breath escaping before I could stop it. And just like that, something snapped. Because the next thing I knew? His lips were on mine. Hot. Desperate. Consuming. And I was kissing him back. Falling, spiraling, crashing into him like I had no other choice. Like I had always been meant to.

I knew it would be very difficult for her but the earlier we got used to intimacy, the better it would be for the both of us. " I told you I have never done it before " , she bent her head in shyness, I smiled. That was what I was there for, to teach her and groom her into the most seductive goddess. I sat her down on my legs with her two legs facing me in a way that we were facing each other. Still, she didn't have the courage to stare at my face but I didn't care, all I did was to hypnotically stare at her alluring lips.

My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string. The wind screamed in my ears as I fell. Faintly, I could still hear the manic laughter coming from the twelfth floor. The overwhelming weightlessness wiped out every thought in my mind. Then, my body crashed into the ground with a violent impact. It felt like every bone in me shattered at once. Pain shot through me like sharp knives, spreading from my right leg throughout my entire body. I could feel the bone in my right leg break. The agony was so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds.

One knee hit the kitchen floor, then the other. Alexander Calloway, the man who never bowed to anyone, was on his knees in front of me. My breath hitched. He looked up at me, his eyes oozing raw vulnerability I’d never seen on him before. The kitchen lights cast a warm glow across his face, highlighting his features. His hands rested on his thighs, his fingers curled like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. “Is this what you want?” His voice was low, rough, almost hoarse. “Me begging? On my knees? For you?”