Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

“I want a favor from you, so I'll tolerate your tone. Please, I want you to go on a date with her. I'm so desperate to please her, I'll even go on my knees if that's your condition.” He's begging and at the same time still threatening me? It made me wonder if he had ever begged for anything before because it was clear he had no idea how it worked. I just shook my head and became amused by the audacity. “So you mean it, you'll really go on your knees?” The thought of it excited me for reasons I couldn't explain. Yes, I'm not normal. I was going to actually make him do it just to see how he looked below me.

Andrew said and I watched Liam look at me. He will never bow down to anyone. Liam will never do it. He will always have a way to make things work. He will save me. “Well if you wish not to do it, I will have her go on her knees instead,” Andrew said and moved his hands to my waist. “And believe me, she won't be begging me. She will be sucking my dick, Liam. So get the fuck done.” He said and for the first time, I saw Liam humble himself right in front of everyone.

I begged into his eyes. “Kneel and beg me. Then I will do as you said,” he said, and gave a teasing smile. I stared at him in silence; My eyes filled with tears. “Do it now or I'll make them live on the streets,” he said threateningly. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I knelt down. “Please. I beg you." He smiles with satisfaction, watching me kneel and beg. He makes me so helpless I feel like his slave. “Come here,” he tells me to sit on his lap.

My hands wrap around my phone and I swallow my tears and bite down on my lip to stop the trembling. "Please... I beg you." "You don't beg people by looking down, you do it by looking up." My body trembles with sobs wanting to break free, and I drop my bag and drop to my knees in front of him. "Please..." Cold tears drop and a sob breaks out. "Please. Save my mother. Please..." "Now isn't that perfect?" He chuckles. I keep my face to the floor, unable to raise it up. "Although I've changed some things. You can't divorce him directly. It'll be a dent on the Sylvester family."

I say, walking towards the car. “Please, Sasha. I will do anything. If you want me to get on my knees, I will. Do you want me to drive a knife through my chest? I will gladly do it. Just don’t walk away from me. Please,” he pleads as I stare him down. “Do it.” “What?” “Get on your knees and beg. Maybe—” before I finish my sentence, he drops to his knees, his hands just hanging there, staring into my eyes.

My tone was firm as I replied. Kealon shook his head as he moved away from me and approached the door. My eyes narrowed slightly when he suddenly locked the door and pulled out the key. “What are you trying to do?” “Are you really going to disturb your father over a couch?” Kealon questioned, shoving both hands into his pocket. “What are you going to tell him? You need the couch back in your room so that your soon-to-be husband can sleep on it?” He took a step forward and I moved back. He smirked. “When you move to my palace, do you think I'll sleep on the couch?”

His eyes were pleading, he looks defeated, tired and weak. "Do you want me to kneel down crawling around and begging you? If that's what it takes for you to come home then I will do it." He is already on his knees even before he finished. Hands stretch out and neck bend in submission, I gasp not knowing what to do or how to react.

He knew he was losing her, and he couldn't bear the thought of living without her. With a desperation he couldn't hide, Chris fell to his knees, his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. "Tris, please," he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. "Don't turn your back on me. I'll do anything, anything at all, if you'll just give me another chance." Tris's eyes widened in shock as she stared down at Chris, her mind reeling with the implications of his actions. She had never seen Chris so broken, so desperate.

Not my mom… She would be so heartbroken. I stared at Bella, mentally imploring her not to listen to her minions. “Maybe if you beg me. Get down on your knees. Put your head on the floor. Beg me, and mean it.” Bella ordered. Trembling, I slowly got onto my knees, and let my forehead drop to the filthy ground amidst the jeers from Bella’s lackeys. “Bella… Please. You can do anything to me. Just don’t post that video online. I’m begging you, please…” My voice was shaking as I pleaded with her.

Travis Entertainment does just about everything. Poor them. Everyone looked at them with pity as the woman knelt in front of Greg clutching her leg. " Please, I will never do it again...please forgive this time...please." She looked up at Greg but found a look so icy she swallowed, dropping his leg. " Please... I beg you..." She started to cry and I felt a little compassion for her. The former assistant also got down on his knees begging for a second chance before Greg spoke.