Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

He looked like he'd stepped out of a portrait of death itself. His eyes landed on Mira. Then on the sash around my waist. Then back to Mira. The silence stretched like a blade between us. "Kneel," he said. The word was soft, almost conversational, but it carried the weight of absolute authority. Mira obeyed instantly. She dropped to the floor beside me, palms flat against the stone, head bowed so low her braid fell forward to hide her face. My stomach twisted. "Don't," I said quickly. "She didn't do anything wrong."

Kayla forced me to bow while apologizing until she counted 800 times, only then releasing me when I could barely keep my eyes open. "You stay here and kneel properly. I'll let you out when I'm good and ready."

I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission. "Good morning, Master," I say softly. He looks up from his desk, his eyes roaming over my body. "Rise, my pet. It's time for your duties." I stand up, my heart racing with anticipation. I know what he expects of me. I walk over to him, my hips swaying suggestively. I kneel between his legs, my face inches from his crotch. I can smell his musk, feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Kneel on the pillow before me." "Yes, Mr. CEO," I stated and began to kneel. It was awkward with my hands behind my back, throwing off my balance. However, I managed it okay. I knelt and reclined, sitting on my legs, arching my chest outward like he had shown me at my home the first time we were together.

I bind that with a look, wrapping it in ghostly chains, stealing its voice. Then I turn my eyes back to the people. “Kneel!” I order, the stream of power still emanating from my hand. But I don’t force them. No. I want them to do it themselves. A moment passes as the crowd takes a moment to realize what just happened. Then, as one, they go to their knees. Orion and Laila start to bend as well, but I whip my head to them, shaking it no. It is not their business to kneel. Close behind me, Anton doesn’t think to try.

Cold shiver ran down her spine as she stood rooted in a spot. “Damn, why's he so intimidating? Everything about him is just so odd.” She thought as she watched him take slow steady steps towards her. "Kneel!"He ordered the moment he became close enough. ‘What! Kneel with the maids watching? What have I done?’ She thought, staring at him with wide eyes. "Wh..y should I kneel?''She asked reluctantly, in a trembling voice. "Did you just question my order? Huh? Kneel, now!''He ordered sternly.

i whisper, the words are turning my inside to flame. "Kneel" ~Ryan This time i obey and kneel down, ryan ger in front of me and bend to correct my position he put my hands palm down on my knees, straighten my back and make me look down. "That's the correct position when i tell you to kneel" "Yes sir" ~nala i love how they sound. "You've been a bad wolf, throwing tantrums, talking back all day and finally you decide to run out. What do u have to say for yourself"~ryan

Badmus pushed himself to kneel down. " Yes, Badmus. " Ruckus said. " This is how it is supposed to be at all times. You should always kneel before me. Just that you have decided not to do so.lately. " " Your… majesty. " Ruckus said , rising to his feet and falling again to on his knees to the ground where he had been on. His body was too weak to carry him to his feet but he needed to do so. He could nit afford tokneel before Ruckus again in his lifetime. He had done it enough already.

Everyone in this pack will kneel before me. They won't do it because they love me. They won't do it because they respect my name. They will do it because they are absolutely terrified of me. They will be slaves to a power they never saw coming. Once I am finished, no one will ever dare to cross me or speak down to me again. Suddenly, a knock came at my door. It was a sharp, loud sound. It was completely unexpected. I inhaled a slow, deep breath to calm my heart. I focused my mind and pulled the darkness back down deep inside where it belonged.

“You’re learning.” His fingers withdrew just as she thought she might fall into them completely. The loss of contact was as intense as the touch itself. “Now,” he said, stepping back slightly, voice cool again, “you’re going to kneel.” Her eyes flew open. “Kneel,” he repeated. “Not as an act of humiliation. As an act of grounding. You will place your hands on your thighs, palms up. You will breathe. You will stay with me.” Shaking, she lowered herself to the carpet. Palms up. Knees spread just enough to feel exposed, but not obscene.