Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

The pain of losing my child, the pain of losing my marriage, I encountered everything. “I’m going to go out for awhile.” With that, I started to walk away. However, I was stopped when I felt something that snaked around my waist. As I turned around, I saw Black-----kneeling on the cold floor, burying his face on my stomach. A sense of satisfaction crept into my skin. A billionaire that’s known in the whole world was now kneeling in front of me. I could feel that my dress started to get wet, his shoulders were moving. Yes, go beg!

It brought me great satisfaction to see the once arrogant and proud cleaning lady brought to a humbling and humiliating state as she looked completely defeated as she stepped forward; no doubt to humiliate herself further by kneeling down and apologizing to me. That's it, go down on your knees and beg me like the peasant you are. I adjusted my sitting position to get a proper view and feel of the moment when she will kneel before me. I don't know why' but I seem to be deriving greater joy from this than I should.

I mumbled under my breath and clicked my tongue. “What did you just say?” “Is this the approach you should have when you're begging for something? Shouldn't you be humble and maybe… Even go down on your knees and beg?” I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees. “Rhea, you…!” “Ah, if you don't want to kneel, then that's fine, you don't have to. However, if you want me to get the company back for you, I can do it…” I trailed off.

I took a few steps and bent to pick them up as the tears I fought to hold back dripped on the divorce papers. I packed them up, Armstrong's signature was on the divorce papers. I nodded, for the first time in a while I felt free. I forced them inside my handbag and made my way out. I hailed a cab. “Mace estate, please,” I said as I shoved in. I closed my eyes, trying to get over with Armstrong and all, for good. My phone began ringing. I took it out of my bag and glanced at it. It was Toby. I slid the green button and placed it in my eyes.

"Look Cole, don't break up with her, she really likes you and I know you like her too." "Kneel." I ordered. "What?" He looked confused. "If you don't want me to leave her then beg. Grovel. Kneel." I ordered again. He immediately fell to the ground, leaving me surprised. I was just trying to tease him a bit since I had the upper hand, I didn't think he'd actually do it. I knew how proud he was and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I reached for my phone on the table next to me and took a picture of this golden moment.

“How about you get on your knees and beg out loud?” Without arguing, I got down on my knees. “Please return the contract to me. I am begging you!" I exclaimed, using my mouth. Our foolishness grabbed the attention of many passersby, who shot some mixed looks our way. Becky tapped her foot. “Something is still missing. How about you put your head on the ground and give us the ultimate begging position?” I looked around the busy road. “Becky, people already think we are lunatics, so let’s put a halt here.”

Nobody was pretending to look elsewhere. His legs went. It happened fast. He just went down onto one knee and then the other. He was on the floor of the auction house looking up at me and his face had nothing left in it that was performing anything. "Please," he said. "I will do anything. Whatever you want. I will sign everything, i will say everything publicly. Just stop please." I looked down at him. I had imagined this moment. In the clinic in Switzerland. On bad nights when the physio had broken something in me that needed to be broken to heal. I had imagined exactly this. Cassian Thorne on his knees.

My tone was intense, unwavering. I saw how he swallowed the lump in his throat, a drop of sweat already forming and sliding down his forehead. He looked uncomfortable now, exposed. “And secondly,” I added, pausing deliberately, “I’d like you to do it.” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “You just said you can go on your knees to beg me for forgiveness,” I said calmly. “I’d like you to do that.” His eyes widened slightly. “The same knees you bent to engage Melissa years ago,” I continued, my voice filled with venom. “You’re going to bend them to beg.”

The principal fell to her knees begging as I dropped the call and put my phone into my bag. “Please! I am so sorry,” the woman pleaded. “I have children too. I can’t lose this job.” “Then maybe you should have thought of that before coming at me.” “Please. I’ll do anything.” “Kneel,” I said in a low tone. “Kneel and beg for my forgiveness and my children’s forgiveness.” People stopped what they were doing as we were the center of attraction. The woman fell to her knees as she begged to keep her job.

" The woman's friends agreed with her. I don't want to kneel in front of her since I wasn't the one who started bullying me out of nowhere, and I know they're going to disgrace me even more in front of everyone by accusing me of insulting someone important in the ceremony. "I am truly sorry for everything I have said to you, please don't make me kneel," I begged the woman. When she saw how I begged her to forgive me, the woman grinned smugly in front of me and said, "Well, instead of kneeling, you could crawl and bark like a dog, and then I'll reconsider forgiving you," as she offered me an ultimatum to decide. what?! Duke’s POV