On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

His movement had been slow, so slow I almost couldn’t notice him dropping down on his knees. His knees met the ground. I gasped. “This is me baby, bare and on my knees before you. This is me telling you that you own me only if you will. Ginevra, please you have to understand that all my life I have been trained only to be loyal to family, I have been trained to sit on that throne and not fail. Not once have I felt the need to jeopardize my position but you came along. . .this is all too intense for me. This feeling in my heart is maddening. I cannot overlook what I feel.”

“Oh, is that for me?” “Something else for you to do, Miss Rames,” Nathan replied as she raced over to him, breasts bouncing excitedly. “Get on your knees, proper etiquette, Miss Rames. If you want my cock, you will get on your knees, keep them close together and open your mouth.”

I keep my eyes lower, refusing to let her see my pain. “And those knees!” The princess continues, laughing uproariously. “Bend your knees. Deeper–no, deeper–deeper than that, Ivy. Goodness, aren’t you even trying? Okay, that’s somewhat better,” she says finally, sighing slightly as I settle into a painfully deep kneel. “Now hold that position.” “What?” I blurt out before I can stop myself. My legs are already starting to shake and tremble, unable to support such a tremulous and uncomfortable position. “But don’t curtseys only last a few seconds?”

I’m not sure how loud I should be. He’s watching me with a tight jaw. His grip on my knees grows firmer every time I moan. "You couldn't come like this?" "No." "Poor baby." Knox gets down on his knees ever so slowly. I can’t shake the thought away. The most powerful man in this city is sinking to his knees between my thighs like I'm his altar. "Let me fix that." His mouth envelops me before I can breathe. He licks through my folds, sucks my clit into his mouth, slides his tongue into my wet hole, fucking me with his tongue until I'm biting back my scream.

“On your knees, Sloane.” My head snapped up. He was standing before me, his expression unreadable, his stance powerful. It wasn’t a request. It was the next step in a lesson I hadn’t known I was enrolled in. I sank down, the cold concrete a shock against my bare knees. The position was utterly debasing. And a fresh, slick wave of heat washed between my legs.

My heart hammered in my chest, and my knees threatened to give way. Leaning closer, his lips brushed my ear, his voice so low that only I could hear. “Kneel,” he whispered, the command sharp and husky. My breath caught and I froze on the spot His lips curved into a smirk as his gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, down the line of my body until it stopped at my trembling legs. His eyes flicked back up to mine, dominance blazing. “You look good on your knees,” he murmured, the words sinking into my bones, dragging heat and shame into my face all at once.

I will not let her go so easily . (🚫 Guys here is humiliating and mature content. Not sexually but yet it is so if you are uncomfortable or 18+ kindly scroll down this chapter) "On your knees" i said to her "You don't get to stand there like you still have choices," I said. "Listen." " strip and on your fucking knees , little wife " She shook her head slowly. "No. I'm not doing that. It's humiliating." "On your knees," I warned, my voice was low and tight. "Don't push me further."

Behind him, the forty Assembly lords fell to their knees in a single, synchronized wave of velvet and iron. "Hail the High King!" Lord Kenneth’s voice boomed across the crowded plaza. "Hail the First Moon Queen! The High Assembly yields the realm to your hand!" "Hail the Queen!" the thousands of voices in the plaza roared back, the thunder of their chant shaking the snow from the high stone towers of the Keep. Caspian did not look at the kneeling lords. He looked down at me, his silver eyes melting as he reached out, his broad thumb gently tracing the line of my lower lip until it swelled beneath his pressure.

I twisted and turned but they held me down as tge delivered their ministerations all over. “Look at you. Tough on the outside but an absolute slut on the inside. Fuck I could have your cum everyday and not get tired” All these while, my eyes had been closed as I enjoyed their attention. But when I felt something soft and slick swipe through my pussy lips, my eyes shot open as a tingle of desire shit through my spine. And nothing prepared me for the sight before me. Kael, on his knees, my thighs beside each of his face as he held them apart, he smirked at me, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy.

He pushed Thomas out of the way only to be blocked by Queen Kennedy. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I need to get my wife to a doctor. If she dies in that seat, will you be responsible?” He growled, his voice so cold it could freeze an ocean. Queen stood head to head with him, unmoving, with a cold smile stretching her red lips, “You won’t be stepping anywhere, Silas. Dahlia will finish painting even if she dies in that chair.” Silas saw fucking red, anger blurring everything as he stepped close and was about to lift her by her throat and smash her against the wall when Edward rushed by his side,