Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

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.

Destiny’s POV “Come kneel before me,” he ordered. I glared at him. “There’s no way I’m doing that.” “Suit yourself.” He started to rise to his feet. “Okay, okay, fine.” I held out a hand, walking towards him, my middle throbbing with need. I didn’t know why I cared if I knelt before him. I wanted to stop feeling this way before I lost my mind. In haste, I was in front of him, and without looking him in the eye, I let my knees touch the floor, not liking the way my face was slowly heating up in embarrassment.

"Do as you're told! This pack doesn’t tolerate disrespect. Kneel!" I stumble forward from the force, biting back a grunt of pain. "Lower," he says, towering over me with savage excitement. "Like the omega you are."

He walked past me and sat stylishly on the only chair in front of me with his leg resting on the other. "Kneel...!" he grunted as I just bluntly stared at that handsome devil without a blink. Smacking myself back to reality I run my mind wild to gather my strength to defend myself. "Kneel" he screamed again and I trembled in fear. His voice was as cold as how handsome he was. I couldn't breathe properly. All I could do was to do as he said so I fell on my knees instantly with my head hanging down in slavery. Was he talking about that scene at the wedding banquet?

"Leave her." Michael stepped back, leaving me alone before the throne. For a long moment, Damon said nothing. Just studied me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. The silence stretched until I wanted to scream. "Kneel," he said finally. The word hit me like a slap. "What?" "You heard me." His voice was soft but carried absolute authority. "Kneel before your King." The throne room held its breath.

With a motion of his hand I cautiously step up to him. “Kneel!” He demands when I stop only a few feet away. I comply immediately. “Hands on your knees with your palms up. Eyes on the floor right in front of your knees.” He instructs and again I do as he says. “This is the position I want you in when it is time for your punishment. Always in a dress or a skirt and without underwear. Unless I have instructed you to be naked. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” “I can see that you don’t have a bra on, which is good. I want you to take off your panties and then kneel again.”

Then an entire cluster near the far wall. The sound of it ripples outward, knees hitting stone, heads bowing, hands pressed to chests in reverence so deep it steals my breath. “Your Majesty,” someone whispers. My heart stutters. I turn slowly to Kael. He looks… startled. Truly startled. “Don’t,” he says quietly, lifting a hand. “You don’t need to kneel, not after what we have all been through.” They kneel anyway. Every single one of them.

I settled into my chair as I walked into the board room, hoping I would get to leave with all my questions answered. The minute I got in, they followed suit. They all filed themselves up as they had them ushered in. The one who had his face up few minutes ago, now had his face down. “You there!!” I called out to him. “Come forward” I ordered. He had acted reluctant to, at first but then again he had to succumb. I watched him walk up to me as he had his head lowered to the ground. “Kneel!!” I commanded, which apparently he did.

I simply lean back, steepling my fingers, and look at him. I let the silence stretch, let him squirm in it. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the tablet. “Put that down,” I command, nodding to the tablet. He sets it on the edge of my desk with trembling hands. “Now,” I say, my voice dropping to a low, intimate register that is only for him. “Kneel.” His breath hitches. A flush creeps up his neck, painting his skin a delicious, embarrassed pink.

Years of them. Dean standing over me during arguments. Dean demanding apologies. Dean expecting me to bend. Dean expecting me to compromise. Dean expecting me to be the one who gave in. Every single time. The realization settled over me quietly. Then I said, “Kneel.” For a second, I thought I’d imagined saying it. The room became so silent it almost hurt. Dean blinked. Once. Then twice. His expression froze completely. “What?” My voice remained calm. Almost frighteningly calm.