Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

"On your knees. Back straight, hands behind your back, eyes down. This is how you will wait for me unless I tell you otherwise." She sank to her knees gracefully, her back straight as she placed her hands behind her back. Her eyes were fixed on the floor in front of her, showing me the proper submission. "Like this, sir?" "Exactly like that," I said with approval. "Second lesson: presenting yourself. When I command you to present, you will kneel like this but spread your knees wide and arch your back. I want to see what belongs to me, to have easy access for inspection or use. Do you understand?"

Yet I turn around and glare at him. How could he speak to me like this? I won't let him. He approaches me with slow, deliberate steps, like a predator stalking its prey. Stopping in front of me, he sneers. “Kneel.” His command makes my blood boil. How dare he? I am the princess of this realm.

He was shirtless, standing in the middle of the room with his muscular back to me. I felt like I was having a panic attack, my nostrils dragging for air like there was limited oxygen. I was silent, waiting for him to say something, anything and when he did, it was an order. "Kneel." He growled, his voice deep like still waters. I didn't even know when I fell to my knees, hands placed on my thighs. I was wearing a big grey t shirt that covered my lacy maroon panties.

I stared at him. The word echoed through me like a gunshot in a cathedral, shattering everything I thought I was holding together. Kneel. It hadn’t been a suggestion. There was no invitation in his voice, no coaxing. Just power. Dark and quiet and absolute. An order made of silk and steel. And I obeyed it. My knees sank to the cold floor with a muted thud. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think. I just moved like my body had been waiting for that one word all along.

"Get on my knees?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the man I had loved for three years. In front of the entire New York underworld, he wanted his wife to kneel before a mistress and an illegitimate child! "Never." I gritted my teeth, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at him defiantly. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, a sure sign of his murderous intent. "Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye."

She moved her hand down my chest, dragging it slowly down the middle of my shirt. "And now I need to know," her voice falling lower, and smoother, "if you're still mine." I swallowed hard. My whole body was stiff, burning. She leaned closer. Her lips brushed my ear. “Kneel.” “Kneel for me,” she repeated, so soft, but there was steel behind it. Like the word wasn’t a request. I lowered myself to the floor. From where I knelt, all I could see was her. Bare. Glowing. Made to be touched.

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.

My legs wobbled the moment his dark gaze dropped on me. I felt vulnerable under his gaze, but most importantly, I felt horny. “Kneel,” Zaydeen commanded, his voice coming out thick and lethal. My knees met the ground like that command was all that I had been waiting for. I could barely tell what was pushing me, but I loved this. I loved the feeling of trying something new with him. “Kneel properly,” he said, taking a step from his usual spot. I lowered my body immediately, resting my ass on the back of my feet.

“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.

the door clicked. I blinked and looked up in shock. It was Aiden. He stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, staring down at me with a look I couldn’t read. “Repeat what you said,” he said flatly. “Kneel and repeat it.” I lowered my head, swallowing the pride that used to define me. Slowly, I knelt before him, trembling.