Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

I hissed through gritted teeth. She slowly opened her eyes. I smiled coldly as something else popped up my head and I released her before tilting my head, “If you want forgiveness, kneel and lick my shoes.” Lena’s eyes widened in shock, but the expression vanished quickly. Her shoulders shook as she dropped to her knees on the glass-covered floor. That action, made me smile. I really loved when they knew their place. When they knew they were weak and powerless. “Crawl to me,” I ordered, stepping backward slowly.

My knees came down on the broken strings, and the metal wire cut through my pants and bit into my skin. Forty-some people watched. Not one stood up. I knelt on the floor. Wood splinters and broken cello strings under my knees. Blood on my forehead, blood from my left ear, three puncture wounds on my palm from the shattered wood. A sound scraped its way out of my broken chest — something between a laugh and a death rattle. I pulled out the divorce papers and flung them in Ethan's face. The pages struck his nose, bounced off, and drifted to the floor.

Her face was a mix of concern and curiosity. “Hey, Amy. I’m Mona” she said softly as I approached. “How are you holding up?” I tried to manage a semblance of composure, but the anger and despair were too raw. “Mona, it’s just... unbearable. My ex-husband used me. He made me sign divorce papers in exchange for my freedom.” Mona’s eyes widened in shock. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. It sounds like he’s not just betrayed you personally, but also made a fool of you.”

I want this marriage to work for us, and for our baby. “P-Please, Elijah…Don't leave…Let's talk it out, let's make this work.” I begged like a beggar. I even bowed on his shoe, begging so much that I forgot about who I was. I forget about my degree, about me being one of the most popular fashion designers in the world. I dropped all I had the moment I begged him on my knees. “I will do everything! I will do everything you want just try harder. Just don't do this to me,” I was already shivering while giving everything I have for him. I was so willing to give my world and even my entire life to him just to make him stay.

He dropped to one knee so suddenly that even the guards tensed. “Please.” The word came out raw. “I’m begging you. I know I don’t deserve it. I know I’m the last person who should be standing in a place like this asking for anything. But I love you. I never stopped. Seeing you on that screen with him....watching you smile at another man the way you used to smile at me...it broke something. I can’t live with it. Take me back. We can leave the country. Start over. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it right.” The sight of him on his knees should have moved her. Once, it might have.

“Months of deductions from my salary. Insults. Threats. Harassment. All because I refused you.” His head dropped. “And now you remember you have a family?” I stepped closer. “For someone about to lose everything, you still look proud. What are you doing standing there? Beg properly.” He slowly brought his hands together. I shook my head. “Is that the best you can do? Get on your knees.” He hesitated, and I let out a short laugh. “Look at you. Still holding on to pride. I’ll call Mason right now—” Before I could finish, he dropped to his knees, begging.

I could see her shaking, fear rippling through her. “Now,” I said, voice sharper. Aurora’s head dropped, chin nearly touching her chest. Slowly, with obvious pain and effort, she knelt down at Vicky’s bedside. Her bad leg trembled violently beneath her, her hands shaking as she pressed her forehead to the floor. In that moment, all that fierce resistance was gone, replaced by a broken submission. She bowed forward, touching her forehead to the floor. The tile was cold, but she didn’t seem to notice. She repeated the movement, again and again, her voice flat and mechanical:

What I didn't expect her to do next was to go down on her knees and grab my legs. I was flustered to see her do something like this. This is the first time in my life that she's ever kneeling down and grabbing my leg so desperately. It makes me want to give her another reason to be more desperate, but I can't pull out all my cards yet. "Please, Aisla. See, I'm going down on my knees and apologizing to you. I'll do whatever you want. Don't tell anyone about this," she begged me. This is a historical event! She's actually apologizing to me, and mostly begging me? What will happen if her mother was to see this? He would be so disappointed and probably have a heart attack. This is so good to see

I blinked, and before I knew it, he was on his knees. The sight shocked me, though I tried to keep my expression neutral. He was begging me. To “Laura… please… I need you to forgive me,” he said. His hands reached out slightly, trembling, as though he feared I would vanish the moment he moved. I raised my hand slowly. “Mr Michael… I’m not offended,” I said calmly. “You don’t need to kneel. Stand up. I said I’m not offended. You don’t have to beg.”

I couldn’t help but gulp whilst my teeth bit my lower lip as I stared at him through my lashes. The hairs at the back of my neck stood erect with my heart sprinting as fast as a train does. "You may watch, but you can never touch." Knowing his fetish of pushing his digit straight into my core and a face-to-face masturbation that always turned him on, a wicked idea sprouted at my brain. Therefore, tossing my inhibitions out of the window I nimbly gathered the hem of my skirt towards my belly -exposing the hollow space in between my legs, bare, against his ripple less eyes.