Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

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.

"Now, kneel on the ground with your face in the carpet and your ass in the air." "Yes, Okaasan," she said and did just that. She dropped to the floor and knelt, her ass up in the air. Her hands were pressed on the ground. She was almost in Dogeza, where a person bowed with her head pressed to the ground and hands outstretched. A sign of begging for forgiveness. This was too... slutty for Dogeza. "Now beg to be used," I said. "Beg your Masters to violate your virgin flesh in any way they desire."

I sneered, "Stellan, all you can do is throw your weight around in front of me. But in front of Nigella, aren't you just a well-behaved dog?" The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the cave, plunging it into silence. A burning pain spread from my cheek straight into my heart. Behind Stellan's back, Nigella peeked out and smiled smugly. "Judith!" Mom hurried over and reached for my face with trembling hands. "Get lost!" I roared and stepped back stubbornly to put some distance between us. Then, I stared straight at Stellan and said with deliberate clarity, "I want to sever our mate bond. In exchange for ten years of my life, it isn't too much to ask for 20 fertile valleys, is it?"

I started walking fast and we entered the lift and went right in my room. "Kneel" as we entered he spoke and I looked at him in confusion. "If you need the money Kneel in front of me" he said and I felt tears coming in my eyes as he started to loosen up his belt. No, he wants me to do that... No... I can't. I won't.... "N-No" I said shuttering and he stopped working on his belt and looked at me. "Really?" he asked and I nodded.

BEATRICE: My ex-husband pulled my hand and kissed it. “Beatrice. Take a chance on me. I beg you.” Then, my eyes widened seeing how he knelt in front of me. A gasp escaped my lips. “What are you doing? Will you stand? What if your son will see you? Have you no sense of shame? You are a CEO of a well-known company and you just kneel like that? What is wrong with you?”

“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.”

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.

They were sobbing as they looked between me and Crystal, who was still standing silently beside me. Crystal hadn’t said a word. Her face was pale, her lips pressed tightly together, but I could tell — she was shaken. I turned my attention back to the two on their knees. “You want to keep your dignity?” I asked quietly. “Then you’re going to find her — my fiancée — wherever she will be after today, crawl on your knees, and beg for her forgiveness. And if you think I’m exaggerating…” I took another step closer until they could see the fury behind my eyes, “...then try getting a job anywhere else in this country. See how far you go when I decide to make a call.”

“So say it.” "Please pleasure me, make me cum.” “Good.” The next thing I did surprised me. I had never once knelt for anyone before, not even the richest man in the world, my father. And yet, here I was, about to kneel for a woman who was everything I should hate. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact. My hands gripped her thighs, parting them. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.

“If you want my forgiveness, get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness. She looked so sure I would do it, but she was wrong. I would do anything to get her back in my arms. She was my forever and the only woman I’d ever loved. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately got on my knees to beg. She looked so surprised that she stumbled back. “I’ll kneel for however long you want, birichina. I’m usually on my knees when I feast on your pussy, worshipping it like it’s an idol. Kneeling to beg you is no task for me. I would do it a hundred times over.” She got over her shock, blushed, and then cleared her throat. “Suit yourself. Kneel until I say you can get up.”