On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

As I walked into the room, I noticed there was some kind of tension in the air mixed with the cozy warmth that came from the gentle crackling of the fire in the fireplace. At the center of the space was a man standing. He looked quite shy and uncertain, almost as if he wasn't sure of himself. When I got closer to him, he quickly dropped to one knee. His forehead was almost touching the floor, showing just how humble he was. “Your Highness,” he said softly, with his voice shaking a little as he bowed low, looking very respectful and full of admiration. “Get up,” I said gently while hoping my kind tone would calm him. “You are with friends here.”

"On your knees omega, you don't give a blow job while standing." I blinked at him, my knees?? "So go on your knees for me darling, and make me proud," And so I did. I went on my knees, wrapped both of my hands around his erect cock, tilted it towards my mouth and glanced up at him, hoping he'd say, 'forget about it', and gives me the money. "I can't do this for money," I leaned back on my knees, "I'd feel like a slut." "It's your lucky day, your brain cell seem to be working."

“On. Your. Knees.” I did as he asked, dropping to my knees, my brain buzzing with anticipation. I noticed with a grin that the skirt he bought me had hidden side slits that made the position easy. Nice touch. "When you come to me in here, I expect you on your knees, ready for my commands. Is that understood?" I nodded, my own breathing harsh. "Yes, Sir." I felt myself getting wet for him, my body eager to be used. "Now, spread your legs apart, Dani, and put your hands behind your back."

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” The room erupted in shocked whispers. “He didn’t just…” “Did he seriously?” “No way…” Alisa’s face went pale, then crimson, her lips parting in disbelief. “You… what did you just say?” she hissed, her voice trembling. “You heard me.” I didn’t flinch. “If you want me to reconsider forgiving you… get on your knees.” Her chest rose and fell sharply, like she was struggling to breathe. “You… you arrogant bastard. You think you can humiliate me? Me?!”

I paused. Then a sleek black car pulled up outside. The two gossiping crew members turned just as Zack stepped out in a tailored suit, cool and calm. One of them blinked. “Are you here to pick someone up? All the guests are gone.” Before Zack could respond, I stepped out of the shadows. His expression softened immediately. “Luna,” he said, bowing with quiet reverence, “His Highness sent me to bring you home.” I nodded. “Thank you.” And just like that, I walked past the open mouths of those two gossipmongers and slid into the back seat of a car worth more than their annual salaries combined.

— On your knees. His order is a lash. I grit my teeth, but obey. The floor is cold beneath my leather knee pads, the dress sliding up my thighs as I kneel, exposing the lace thong that conceals nothing. Murmurs ripple through the audience. Someone snickers. A woman to my right parts her lips, licking her bottom lip, her fingers already buried between her thighs.

"You should've thought better, Mr. Hudson." The sight of the once-proud man now kneeling before me sent a clear message to everyone. Everyone understood immediately, no matter how slow-witted. "Mr. Hudson is… kneeling before that broke loser." "Does this mean everything he said has been true?" Timothy's face was ashen. At that moment, only one thought ran through his mind—game over.

CELESTE I stood there watching Kingsley Duke kneel on the concrete like a man who had finally reached the end of a very long rope, and I felt something twist in my chest that I did not have a name for. "I do not need you on your knees," I said, my voice coming out flatter than I intended. "Get up."

hotter. "Fuck... get on your knees," he ordered. "What?" I stared at him in confusion. "On your knees," he said again, standing, holding my shoulder, and pushing me down to the floor. His hands gripped my jaw and made me look up at him. Standing tall before me while I was on my knees made him look like a giant god I had to worship. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," he ordered. I did as he asked. I can't see myself, but I know I looked like a damn whore on her knees, desperately waiting to be ruined. Somehow, that thought made me even more eager.

“It’s over for you, Mr James. You are going to lose the house, the company shares, your so-called friends—they’ve already chosen sides. And the best part? You have no idea how far I’m willing to go.” There was a pause. Then, faintly, I could hear him panting, defeated. “You… you think you can destroy me?” he whispered, almost afraid to say it aloud. “I’ve already survived the worst you could throw at me,” I replied coldly. “I’ve lost my family, my husband, my dignity. And yet… here I am. Stronger, smarter, untouchable. You… you’ve only just begun to taste the fire you ignited.” Silence again.