Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

“So say it.” "Please pleasure me, make me cum.” “Good.” The next thing I did surprised me. I had never once knelt for anyone before, not even the richest man in the world, my father. And yet, here I was, about to kneel for a woman who was everything I should hate. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact. My hands gripped her thighs, parting them. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.

He was savoring it. Reluctantly, I took a step forward, then another, until I stood before him. “Closer.” I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to move until I was within arm’s reach. He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs as his eyes roamed over me, dark and unrelenting. “Kneel.” The word hung in the air like a gunshot. My body froze, my mind screaming at me to run, to fight, but my feet stayed planted, rooted by fear and the weight of his command.

Like a predator closing in on his prey, he hooks one finger into the hem of my shirt and pulls me flush against him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” His expression is serious, searching, demanding honesty. I swallow hard but nod again. “Your safe word?” His voice drops even lower. “Coffee,” I whisper, the word tasting sacred on my lips. He smiles—slow, approving—and orders softly, “On your knees.” It’s not a question; it’s a command layered with power and control that reverberates through me. I obey, dropping to my knees, feeling the cool floor beneath me as my heartbeat hammers. The room crackles with tension, charged and electric. Kneeling before him, I am vulnerable but safe, caught

Our eyes meet. No words at first. Just the sound of my breathing, too loud in the quiet. He steps forward. Slow. Deliberate. “Close the door, Celeste.” My hand trembles as I obey. The latch clicks shut. The world narrows to this room, this man, this moment. He studies me for a long beat eyes tracing from veil to hem, lingering on the rise of my chest. “Kneel,” he says softly. I sink to my knees on the worn rug before the small altar. The stone is cold through the fabric, grounding me even as everything else spins.

“Now, on your knees.” Elena’s heart lurched. The command was direct, inescapable. She hesitated for a second, her eyes meeting his. There was no anger there, no cruelty. Only authority. And a promise of pleasure for the one who obeyed. Slowly, sinking onto the cold wooden floor, Elena knelt before him.

“On your knees, Sloane.” My head snapped up. He was standing before me, his expression unreadable, his stance powerful. It wasn’t a request. It was the next step in a lesson I hadn’t known I was enrolled in. I sank down, the cold concrete a shock against my bare knees. The position was utterly debasing. And a fresh, slick wave of heat washed between my legs.

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”

"So this is the Luna the Alpha wants to abandon?" "What's the point of being Luna? Look at her now. She can't even stand properly, and she's fleeing like a pathetic mess." Someone in the crowd shoved me. My body, which was already weakened by the backlash from the mate-bond severance, finally gave out. I slipped, and I fell on all fours. I collapsed into the puddle of mud in front of all the scribes. In that instant, humiliation, resentment, and fury all surged forth together. One scalding tear slipped free at last and dripped onto the icy ground.

Jack and Tom are there too, clothes still torn and muddy, faces drawn from exhaustion. And then, before I can call out, Jack drops to one knee in front of me. The sound of it—the soft splash of water as his knee hits the soaked earth—echoes louder than thunder. Everyone falls silent. I stop mid-step, stunned. “Jack… what are you doing?” He looks up at me, rain dripping from his hair, his voice low but unwavering. “I don’t kneel before anyone , Irene. Not because I think they are beneath me, but because none have ever stood so far above.”

Then, without a word of introduction, without so much as a glance at Draven or the Priestess or the Elders watching in stunned silence, he lowers himself to one knee. In front of me. In front of the entire pack.