Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

I'm panting like crazy but he continues "Stop squirming," he says in a demanding tone "I - I - fuck" I moan. He brings his face in between my legs waiting for him to do something he just stops "Beg for me " "What," I say out of breath "Beg, get on your knees and beg" I look at him expecting him to laugh it off but no his serious. Getting on my knees I look up at him "Please touch me " I whisper loud enough for him to hear me, he grabs my throat

“Don’t follow me, Joel. Not until I can trust that you’re not chasing the idea of me.” I stand, step forward and drop to my knees in front of her again. Her body stiffens. “I’m not chasing an idea. I swear I’m not.” She frowns. “Stop kneeling.” I don’t move. “I can’t. Not when this is the only way I know how to beg for something I don’t even deserve.” Her lips part. “You keep crying and making everything dramatic. You think it makes you look sincere, but sometimes it just feels… manipulative.”

"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."

"I'm kneeling! Are you happy now?" I just stared at him, feeling absolutely no pity. "You look exactly where you belong." "I just kneeled for you, Abby!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with a terrifying, delusional hope. "Doesn't this prove it? Doesn't this prove that I'm better than him? Would you now come back to me?! I did everything you asked!" I let out a dry, humorless laugh. "You think bending your knees for five seconds erases a lifetime of betrayal?"

I say through clenched teeth. “No, please. Please, I will never do this again.” She hiccups out and I look from her to Rocco and he is the same, begging for his pathetic life. “Too late for that now, isn’t it? Bow to me on your knees and I will consider your request.” I say, my face stoic even though I am smirking on the inside. They move, wincing and groaning as they move to their knees in front of me. Their heads are bowed as their shoulder shake as they both sob pitifully. They will get no sympathy from me, not even a little bit.

His reputation cracks—right on camera. --- I take a moment to help an elderly lady—massaging her leg while pretending to be a “normal citizen.” I press pressure points just so: “Thank you, dear. The market’s half a mile that way—bargain 20%,” grandma said. As I stand and walk away, the chat floods again: “Mia’s a user—does 5 seconds of massage, walks away!” “Disgusting—using elders for clout!” *********

“Not ever, not unless you want to. I won’t even mention it. I won’t even look at you in that way if it makes you uncomfortable. Just talk to me, please.” She blinked slowly, but no answer came. So I kept going, desperate. “And I’ve never done this,” I said, spreading my hands like I was presenting myself. “I’ve never begged a woman like this. I’ve never kneeled like this in my life. I shouldn’t even be doing this… but I don’t care. If this is what it takes to calm you, I’ll do it.” I felt so stupid and vulnerable, yet, there I was, kneeling in front of her, holding her ankle like it was the only thing keeping me steady.

– He begs. When I see him bend down then he kneeling on the floor, with his forehead on his knees, trying to control his breathing , breaking down in tears in the middle of a compulsive crying I know I'm great marriage material, no sane person would ever offer over $30 million in exchange for six months of marriage , he'd never realize it in the midst of desperation. In my case, if there was something there, there must be a catch. "He's ninety, isn't he?" I murmur with their heads on my knees , laughing inwardly.

She kneeled in front of his graves and cried her heart out. Rayan silently watched her cry while his heart ached for her. She had suffered so much. He promised himself that it would be the last time she would cry. He knew she had suffered because of him and there was nothing he could do to change the past, but he was going to change their future and fill it with happiness. After a while, Anthea slowly stopped crying and got up to sit in front of her Christian’s grave.

The internet would have a lot of news to post about me today. "What do I have to do?" I asked him. I looked at his face, he smirked maliciously at me. "Kneel and apologize" I heard him say all of a sudden. "What?" I exclaimed in disbelief. How could he demand such a thing from me? Is he crazy? I stepped back from him a bit, while I stared at him confusedly. "Are you being serious right now? How can I kneel to you?" I asked him. "Oh, it's difficult right? Because you're a celebrity. Normal citizens like me are to be trampled on because we aren't important" he stated. "Y'all please get this on the news." He turned to his fellow colleagues and they took more pictures.