Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

Devouring me as I headed into his place. I all but ran to his room, stripping off my clothing and tossing it into the hamper. Kicking the heels off near the dresser before I moved in front of the bed. Kneeling just as he had asked me to. My heels dug into my ass and I moved my hands onto my thighs before nervously moving them to my lower back. I moved them back again, unsure of what to do with myself. Never had I kneeled for anyone before, but this excited me. Knowing that he wanted me to kneel for him, naked and waiting for his touch. For his command.

I pull the panties down, kicking them off my feet and letting them drop in a heap on the hardwood floor. "Get on your knees," I command. He remains standing. His jaw is tight, his eyes darting toward the ceiling. "I don't think that is right, ma'am." I look at him and smirk. "You're disobeying me, Caden." "No, ma'am, I just," "Kneel. Now."

He roared, "I've knelt down, and yet you still dare to stand? "Prostrate yourselves and beg Mister Kane for forgiveness! If Mister Kane refuses to forgive you, then kneel until you're dead!"

He drops the chain and orders, “Kneel.” And I know from here “celebration" is about to get much more intense.

I started walking fast and we entered the lift and went right in my room. "Kneel" as we entered he spoke and I looked at him in confusion. "If you need the money Kneel in front of me" he said and I felt tears coming in my eyes as he started to loosen up his belt. No, he wants me to do that... No... I can't. I won't.... "N-No" I said shuttering and he stopped working on his belt and looked at me. "Really?" he asked and I nodded.

“You don’t know me at all. You don’t know what I’ve been through” He leaned in closer, his gaze dark and unrelenting, but I refused to back down. My voice was soft, barely more than a murmur, but steady. “I’m not pretending. Just because I’m here in your house doesn’t mean I want this” “We shall see” A brief silence enveloped the room. “Kneel," he commanded suddenly, his voice cutting through the charged silence, snapping me out of the moment. I stumbled back a step, breath hitching, my brows knitting in confusion. Did he just tell me to kneel?

He said, folding his arms across his chest in that confident, hunky way I hated. Even in nakedness, he still exuded the power and authority the Venmos always had on us. Talk about representing an entire lineage huh, I scoffed inwardly. Dragging my feet, I stopped a few inches away from him, risking my stare on his face rather than downward. “Kneel.” The moment it left his lips, I knew I was supposed to bolt out of the door. But that meant I wouldn't speak to Gracie. Then I went head-on and slowly sank to my knees with my eyes screwed closed just so I wouldn't satisfy his ego.

My rational mind told me it was best to obey Ron, but flames of hatred burned throughout my body, and I couldn't bring myself to kneel before Ron. "What are you waiting for, slave? Kneel down! Bow your head!" "Bow! Bow to Alpha Ron!" "Hurry up! Such a lazy and sluggish waste!" The cacophony of voices flooded my ears, making my body almost unbearable. Why couldn't I kneel down? Didn't I kneel before Alpha Ron in front of my mother's corpse? Doing it again, just to stay alive, what's the big deal? My nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My knees bent slowly, attempting to kneel before Ron like the first time. Even though it was for survival, tears flooded my eyes in an instant.

His thumb lingered at her jaw. “A Queen,” he said softly, “should never kneel before anyone.” She blinked at him, heart stuttering in her chest. Then, without letting her go, he turned her slowly to face the court. “You let them kneel before you.” And they did. The silence cracked—and like a tidal wave of obedience, every soul in the courtyard—warriors, nobles, onlookers, even the stone-faced guards—dropped to their knees. Heads bowed. Spears lowered. Kaelani stood trembling—shattered, uncertain, and crowned by a fate she never even asked for.

The curtains were drawn just enough to let the moonlight spill in and trace the harsh lines of his face. Without looking at me, he said, “Shut the door.” I obeyed. “Get over here.” My hands clenched at my sides, but I moved. When I stood a few feet from him, he finally looked up. “Take off your shoes.” I hesitated. “Now.” I kicked them off quickly, heart racing. He motioned toward the thick rug by his feet. “Kneel.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me,” he said flatly. “Kneel.”