Kneel Your Grace Novels & Stories

As he helps her into it, Ella jumps up and takes the spot beside her sister, looking through the things Margie's left. As we get outside, Margie apologizes. "You’re fine young men and I’m sorry if I’ve upset y—." I raise a hand to silence her. “You’re certain that phrase works? To reset him and nothing else. It works?" Margie peers at me hard for a long minute. "'Only by the work of Grace can we be worthy of our Lord'. Memorize it. It works every single time. So you do believe me?"

“Sir, perhaps it’s because you didn’t kneel.” Ol’ Joe’s found came through his earbuds. “You have to kneel on one knee. Only then can Madam feel your sincerity.”

And she holds to wall for support. Her eyes tearing with the pain. " pl...ease..." She again pleads to find his next command even worse than the first. Her heart thudding rapidly in her chest. " Kneel. Hands behind your back , Knees apart." Having no other choice. She abides to literally fall down with a thud. Her muscles screaming in protest when she moved even an inch. Letting her knees scrap the carpet floor. She relaxes a bit. " I didn't asked you to slack. Did I?"

Her fingers curled weakly around mine, still trembling. “You’re mine now, Grace.” I whispered into her ear. “And next Sunday, you’ll kneel on the altar and beg to be used again.” She nodded with tears in her eyes but not from pain But from devotion and content!

I waited for her to arrange her bed, grateful to God that I set mine before coming out. "Okay, ready for your lesson?" She asked. It took everything in me not to glare at her. She is kidding. "Lose the glare. It doesn't work around here," she advised. My gaze softened. There was no need to shoot the messenger. She was doing as Ronan instructed. 'I am ready," I announce. "First, we must teach you how to kneel properly." "Huh?" "When asked to kneel, you must do it properly, or your knees would hurt badly."

She opens her arms in front of him and says, "Kneel." He ordered her to take another smoke, and she did exactly that, getting rid of all the embarrassment as she got on her knees. Things were getting interesting, but Killian’s face had not revealed any emotion that would encourage Brynn that she was getting to him. "Now crawl to me," he says, and Brynn paused to catch his gaze; he wasn’t joking at all. Brynn got on her hands and knees, balancing her weight, before she began to crawl. Naked and shamelessly to where Killian sat,

“Now, kneel down.” Her breathing hitched. Kneel. The instruction was simple and direct, yet it sent a wave of instant heat sweeping through her body. She paused for less than a second before she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her skirt gathered around her thighs. The cold marble felt stark beneath her knees, but her skin was already burning with warmth.

“Kneel.” The word cracks across the silence like a command carved in stone. I stay on my feet. “On your knees,” another voice says, colder this time. “You stand before the Crown.” “I stand before frightened people,” I reply. A hand forces my shoulder down. I drop to one knee. Not in surrender. In calculation. They circle me, their voices steady, rehearsed. “Bless his rule.” “Speak his name.” “Confirm the One Who Hears.”

Never one to miss a chance to twist the knife, she thrust one foot forward, signaling that I had to kiss the toe of her stiletto to make it count. I endured every shred of humiliation and finally crawled to her feet. At some point, shards of broken glass had scattered across the floor. By the time I reached her, my hands and knees were slick with blood. I reached out a trembling hand, palm up, in the universal gesture of a beggar. "Ms. Bianchi, I've done everything you asked. Give me the keys." Sophia watched my pathetic groveling, the malice in her eyes reaching its peak, then stopped twirling the keys.

"Get on my knees?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the man I had loved for three years. In front of the entire New York underworld, he wanted his wife to kneel before a mistress and an illegitimate child! "Never." I gritted my teeth, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at him defiantly. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, a sure sign of his murderous intent. "Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye."