Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

Needed distance. ​ I watched through the transparent wall as he sat, shoulders hunched, staring at his hands. Anger was written across his face now, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. The hurt I’d put there had hardened into something sharper. ​ I lifted my hand, absurdly, as though I could reach through the glass. The thought came unbidden: drop to your knees. Beg. Apologize properly. Taboo. Humiliating. A prince of Thalor did not kneel to anyone, let alone a soft human male. Yet the urge was so strong my knees actually buckled for a heartbeat.

“You kneeling here, begging… it doesn’t erase what you did. It doesn’t make me forget how you humiliated me. How you looked at me like I was nothing.” He exhaled roughly. “What do you want then? Tell me. Do you want me to crawl across this entire room? Do you want me to do it in the hallway where everyone can watch? Should I drag every doctor, every nurse, every patient in this building in here so they can see the great Zeden Vercetti on his knees groveling for his wife? Is that what it will take, blondie? Name it. I will do it.”

"Now look at you. All alone. Exactly where you deserve to be." After smirking, she turned and left. The door clicked shut. I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to hold myself together. Sobs wracked my body as I crumbled onto the floor, broken, abandoned. “You will all pay for this!” I shouted while wailing. They will all pay for what they did to me. I’ll make sure of that.

"To make it more exciting, kneel." I remained still, and shivered, envisioning myself begging for her to give me the steak while on my bended knees. The scene was so disturbing that I had to shut my eyes briefly as I sucked in a breath. I knew that I could not take it, but what choice did I have? I heard her laughing devilishly, which made me open my eyes to look at her. "Come on, dog. Entertain me. Just kneel and apologize. This steak will be yours," she said.

She rolled her ey‌es like she‍ felt sorry for me, but it o⁠nly ma⁠de my⁠ face burn with⁠ shame. Husba⁠nd‌? You’re‌ cra‌zy, she sneered. He’s⁠ mine‌ now. He got⁠ down on‌ one knee, roses⁠ every‌wh‌ere,‌ telling me I’m e⁠ver‌ythin‍g yo⁠u’ll never be.

He blinked hard. "You heard me," I shrugged, then crossed my legs, focusing my gaze on my phone. I knew what I was doing; Glen would rather risk everything than to beg. Glen looked at me with those starry eyes then dropped to his knees, the sight shocked me that I quickly rose to my feet, "are you insane? What the hell are you doing?" "You said I should beg you and that's what I'm doing," he said I forced him to stand up, "I said beg me and not embarrass yourself, those are two different things."

"I told you what I'd expect of you. You've had the whole day to come to terms with the fact.” “You want me to kneel. You want to see me degrade myself." “Degrade is a big word but yes, I want you to kneel. I want to know that you understand your mistake. Your insult." I'm on the verge of tears, I feel it, and I can't tell if they're angry tears or sad tears or I'm fucked and I'm going to have to kneel to this man tears, but they're just a few blinks away. I push the chair back loudly and stand gripping the edge of the table for strength.

"It's not your fault, but mine. I failed my duty as a husband…" His voice grew cooler with each word. "I made you feel inferior to my ex-wife. I supported those who cheated on me instead of you, who stood by me." He released her hands and sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. "Please, forgive me, Phoebe." She quickly reached out to stop him, her hands grasping his arms. "No, you can't kneel for me." He persisted, his voice filled with conviction. "Please, let me kneel for you, Phoebe. You're a great and supportive woman. You deserve it."

He was crying nonstop, but it was not working on me. His pleads were making me remember the time when she was in the same position on her knees, in front of me. She looked so weak there. She used to say, she would never kneel down, but I brought her down on her knees, in one go. I was ready to give her the whole world, but she wanted me to give her hell, then that's what she will get. The man kept crying and pleading, which bought me out of my trance and focus on him once again.

“I could rethink the fixing thing if you beg for it… on your knees.” He blinks once, twice and before I know it, he is slowly taking himself to his knees as his hands slides down my body in the process. He looks up at me and I tilt my head. “I want you to beg for my mercy. Can you do that?” He exhales slowly. “I want to fix things with you and if this helps then, okay. I am begging you to let me fix things.” He grunts. “Alright, I’ll think about it. You can get up now.”