Kneeling Bj Gif Novels & Stories

I nod. "Fuck..." He cursed under his breath. "Teach me how to" He seems taken by my plead. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nod. "Damn...." He muttered as he put off the showers. God my core is reacting to this thought. "Alright baby. You will have to go on your knees." I nod. I go down on my knees. My heart is pounding. His thing is in front of my face. I look up at him.

“Butterfly stretch first. Knees open, soles together, let gravity do the work.” I dropped to the mat, sat with my legs bent, feet pressed together, knees falling wide. The shorts pulled tight immediately, the seam digging right into my clit. I could feel how swollen I already was—lips puffy, slick coating the inside of the fabric. Jax knelt between my legs, close enough that his knees bracketed my hips. His hands settled on the insides of my thighs, thumbs pressing gently but firmly, pushing my knees down farther. “Breathe,” he murmured. “Open those hips. Good girl.”

What did I have to fear? Two hours later, I arrived at the Greenwood pack's cave, dressed in full ceremonial attire. Meanwhile, Nigella was sitting barefoot atop a stone platform covered in thick pelts. She held several pieces of animal hide etched with drawings and was animatedly describing the outside world to my parents and Stellan. She wore an outfit made of soft, tanned leather with her hair cascading loosely down her back. When Nigella saw me, she froze for a moment before covering her mouth as she burst into amused laughter.

Aaron was in his red supermna underwear, clutching a stuffed figurine of Jessica rabbit, anatomically correct. His head was laid on one of her plush boobs and he’d turned just as the picture was taking, a line of drool on the side of his mouth. He'd been drooling yesterday… I shook my head gently, and said again, “Kneel.” Aaron fell to his knees and I grinned. We both knew the power I had in my hand. Everybody would tip him to shreds. This picture would be listed everywhere, used as meemmes and

But even the beast understood the assignment. Julian dropped to one knee, followed a beat later by the other. Jace moved with less reluctance but with just as much disdain in his gaze. They knelt. Sebastian’s eyes glittered. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Nothing gets me hotter than two doms brought to their knees before us. How deliciously poetic.” Lazarus chuckled, brushing a hand through his dark hair. “Well then, I’m glad it pleases you.” The two laughed softly together—easy, entertained, like they were watching the start of a very enjoyable play.

I ask, to be sure he's on the same page with me, although I'm sure he'd agree with everything I say at this point. "Of course, you can," he says between gritted teeth. He put us in a more comfortable position and I kneel before him, about to give him a bj. I've not done it before, but it can't be as hard as the books have made it out to be.

Still hoping to eventually find the one who will offer him a contract, which is why he also insisted on taking the training session once in a while to reach perfection. “Good boy, now you can stand up and put your shirt back on.” I said after ten minutes of silence. “How are your knees?” I asked as he rose to his feet. When kneeling near a dominant during a show, the submissive usually has a little pillow underneath their knees to make them comfortable if they have been good. But not during training sessions as they will only keep the position for a few minutes at a time. “It is fine, sir.” He replied as he buttoned down his shirt.

My body just moved. "Gideon!" I gasped, already rushing toward the door, my instincts taking over. He’s hurt. Despite everything, despite all my resistance, the pull to him was still there, raw and undeniable. I rounded the corner into his room, my eyes immediately finding him. He was on the floor, his body trembling, his hands weakly trying to push himself up, as if the very act of standing might prove something to me. His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed again with a sharp, strangled groan.

Rainwater clung to them, making them glisten. He fixed his eyes on Briella. Under her bewildered gaze, he took a step back with his right foot, slowly bent forward, and bowed. His spine, once perfectly straight, lowered before her. Then—his right knee touched the ground. A single-knee kneel. Then the other leg bent. He knelt. Fully. Briella bit her lip, her heart racing in panic—but why? What was he afraid of? The rain poured harder now, transforming into bean-sized droplets pounding violently from the sky.

Josh stopped at the entrance, uncertain. Three subs knelt on pillows at different corners of the booths. Another one sat across a Sybian saddle, legs restrained by cuffs. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes tightly shut. Sweat glinted off his chest and dripped down his arms, as his whole body vibrated. “Come in pet,” she said, stepping between her kneeling submissive. “And watch your step. This place is a little crowded.” She went over to the kneeling sub and bent over him, whispering into his ear. Josh watched, mesmerized.