Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

My mind is spinning, but Adrian gives me no time to process. “Lesson one,” he says, his tone soft but firm. “Obey without question. Kneel.” I look at him shocked, I didn't hear well, "huh" “You heard me.” I stare at him, my mouth unable to speak. " You must be out of your mind". Adrian’s expression doesn’t change. He steps closer, and I feel the heat radiating off him. “Kneel, Kayla Or this arrangement ends now.” His voice is calm and cool, and the threat is definitely real. Reluctantly, I kneel on the soft carpet.

Koran asked, looking up at the confused Blake. “Are we not spending a month here? There will be many opportunities during that time.” Blake said and knelt in front of her and the babies. “What are you doing?” Koran asked in shock. “What? I only kneeled in front of my adoring wife and our children.” Blake said casually. “No, you should only kneel before God and your parents,” Koran stated. Blake smiled at her and shook his head. “I am kneeling before the miracle of God’s love for providing me with a beautiful and caring mother for my children who, with his grace, allowed them to be born. So I see no wrong in what I’m doing.” Blake commented.

Now I had the choice as to whether or not to step into Gideon's world with Nicolai at my back. But first, I had a meeting to attend. By the end of it, Davenport would know exactly who he was dealing with. I adjusted my blazer in the mirror, then met my own gaze with a sharp smile. *This is just the beginning,* I thought. Every step I took from now on would bring me closer to my goal. Gideon Grayson would kneel before me soon enough. And when he did, it would be on my terms.

I wondered what she was thinking. "The two positions are the nadu pose and the humble pose. Both of these poses have you kneeling before me. They show me that you are submissive and ready to play. Let me stand up." I tapped her back and she lifted her head to move back a little. I went to stand in the middle of the room. "Come before me, on your knees." I watched her struggle across the carpet. Her pretty tits were bouncing as she made her way to me.

"Kneel." She stared at him, her eyes narrowed with her confusion. "What?" He pushed her backward a step as he stood. "Kneel. Right there. Kneel." She had no idea what he was going on about, but she did as he requested, kneeling on the cold concrete floor in front of him. She glanced up at him, waiting, expectant. "Bow your head," he ordered, as he walked around behind her.

As I shortened the distance between us, my eyes were blessed with arrays of food and buffet made by the finest of chefs including the most expensive wine sitting in two glasses, glowing under the chandelier lights in the courtyard and casting a pale shade of yellow to the entire place. "Your Majesty." I slightly tilted my head forward to show my respect to one of the most powerful beings on earth. "Kneel." I suddenly heard a cold, deep voice after a long-term silence. Kneel? Was I hearing things now? But yet as I raised my head to stare at him, I saw the disgust and lack of humor in his eyes as he ran over me. "I said Kneel!" His aura was strong and overpowering, and in seconds, I found my k

I stood with my back towards him not moving an inch. "You, come here." He ordered. I turned and looked at him while pointing a finger at myself. "Do you want me to hurt you to make you understand?" He asked coldly. "No," I answered, then quickly moved closer and stood in front of him. "Kneel." Came his command. I willingly complied and knelt between his parted legs. I widened my eyes when he pulled his zip down. "I think you know what I want." He muttered under his breath.

She was already there waiting, seated near the long window, her back straight, with an effortless posture, as if she didn’t need to prove herself because she was in power. The Queen. Her presence filled the room quietly. After the brief look, I lowered my head immediately. “Kneel.” I did instantly, even though I’m disgusted with the rules; I didn’t show this in my expression, and I followed them with no hesitation or resistance. I had learned enough already.

I wasn’t told to look up to him so I remain my eyes on the floor. “Kneel,” he ordered. My eyes blinked uncontrollably, trying to wipe the tears away. I bite my lower lip, hoping it will stop me from shaking. “I. Said. Kneel,” he repeated. This time, with emphasis. “Alpha…” Roman tried to butt in. We are now getting the attention of some guests. Since I do not like it when people are starting to look at me, I did not wait for the commotion to grow. Instead, I kneel in front of him.

Still, I obey the instruction and move towards him. I nearly flinch when he sits up. Is he okay? But I don't say a word. I barely even breathe. Why—what am I waiting for? "Kneel." The next command takes me by absolute surprise, but I can't for the life of me seem to do anything else. It's when I drop to me knees that I realize how close I had been standing to him. More exactly, how close his crotch is to me now. What does he want from me? I wonder idly, a little surprised my brain can even still form thoughts.