Kneel Your Grace Novels & Stories

He moves with his old grace—silent, heavy, inevitable. He doesn't bring flowers. He doesn't bring gifts. He brings himself. He locks the door. He walks to where I am sitting on the velvet chaise. He kneels. He always kneels first. It is his ritual. His penance. He takes my hands in his, his calloused palms rough against my skin. He presses his forehead to my knuckles. "Graziella," he whispers. It is a prayer. We don't talk much. Ciro isn't a man of words. He is a man of sensation.

"You should've thought better, Mr. Hudson." The sight of the once-proud man now kneeling before me sent a clear message to everyone. Everyone understood immediately, no matter how slow-witted. "Mr. Hudson is… kneeling before that broke loser." "Does this mean everything he said has been true?" Timothy's face was ashen. At that moment, only one thought ran through his mind—game over.

I twisted and turned but they held me down as tge delivered their ministerations all over. “Look at you. Tough on the outside but an absolute slut on the inside. Fuck I could have your cum everyday and not get tired” All these while, my eyes had been closed as I enjoyed their attention. But when I felt something soft and slick swipe through my pussy lips, my eyes shot open as a tingle of desire shit through my spine. And nothing prepared me for the sight before me. Kael, on his knees, my thighs beside each of his face as he held them apart, he smirked at me, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy.

"Indeed, hurry up and kneel and apologize." As Grace spoke, she already had her mobile phone out. She prepared to upload a video of Frederick and Vivianne kneeling on Facebook, curious about how they would face others afterward. Vivianne's anger flared. George had repeatedly demanded that she kneel, and now Earl was insisting on the same. Did the Monroe family take pleasure in watching people kneel? Hearing Earl's demand, Frederick's eyes narrowed as he stared intensely at Earl. "One can be killed, but not humiliated! How dare you insult me, but I can spare you once if you kneel and apologize now."

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.

"Yes, my Grace. Please." Grace grabbed the lube from the table, pouring an excessive amount into her latex-gloved hand. "You're already sopping wet, but a little extra glide never hurt anyone!" Settling on the seat of the spanking bench so that she was eye level with Catherine's rosary-framed cunt, Grace rubbed her hands together, making sure to coat every inch of latex. "Now, my child, here is your penance: surely you know your catechism. I want you to recite your Hail Mary, one line at a time. At the end of each line, you will be rewarded with another one of my fingers in your delicious cunt."

The amusement in her eyes practically sparkled. "You heard them. Get on your knees and shout, 'I'm broke, and I know I was wrong.' Do that, and maybe I'll let you walk out of here."

And for the first time in history, the world did not kneel in fear. It knelt in trust. Chase *****Same Time — Beside the Central Aisle***** I had been crowned an Alpha King hours ago. Nothing prepared me for this. Seeing Elena kneel, not in submission, but in acceptance, made my chest ache harder than any wound I’d taken in battle. Lucian stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever. “Well,” he muttered, “look at that. They gave her a crown that actually makes sense.” I glanced at him. “You approve?”

"Then get on your knees and ask for Micah's forgiveness," Walter commanded. Ruby stared at him, stunned, but the sharp pain in her scalp gave her little choice. "Fine. I'll kneel." She sank to her knees, begging Micah over and over. "Micah, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again." Every word was raw with pain. I watched, cold and unmoved. It brought me no satisfaction. Even if she begged until her voice gave out, it wouldn't fix what she'd done to Micah.

Thank goodness. Her feet barely made a sound as she landed on the threadbare carpet. Kylee fell into her bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. The conversation with Price replayed in her mind. She pictured the cock of his head, the quizzical expression in his eyes when he spoke to her. Her lips pressed into a smile.