On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

powerful. With a sudden wave of confidence surging through me, I suddenly pushed him back on the sofa. Damian didn't resist or fight for control. He enjoyed my domination. Standing in front of him, I let my robe fall off my body before spreading my legs apart and straddling him. Now he was beneath me and I could feel his excitement from underneath. I reached for the remaining wine in the glass, a smile slowly curling my lips as I emptied the content on my bare body.

" His arrogant face loomed larger and larger before me. I suddenly jerked my head up and used the last of my strength to slam my forehead into his knee. "Don't celebrate so soon, Samuel! Even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!" The blow carried no real force. In my weakened state, I couldn't even make him stumble. Yet he clutched his knee and cried out in exaggeration, "My knee! How dare you injure me, Caleb!" He staggered back and fell heavily to the floor, pretending to be in unbearable pain. It was so over-the-top that anyone with half a brain should've known he was faking it. However, it instantly made Whitney and Kelly feel a pang of heartache.

“Get on your knees.” His words are a command, like there's no room for another option, like he expects I'll just do as he says and drop to my knees. It should piss me off. Instead, it makes my thighs press together. “You can’t just tell me what to do,” I manage. “Get on your knees, Red.” The nickname in that tone undoes me. My legs give out, and I sink down between his spread thighs, my knees resting on the soft rug. Cade's expression is dark with restraint. Then he points to his sweatpants.

During a street shootout, my distress signal was accidentally sent to the ex I had forgotten to delete. Dante, the district boss, looked down at me, covered in blood, and sneered: Three years, and you finally found an excuse to come looking for me?" "I'll give you credit for coming up with such a desperate act as taking a bullet. I'll forgive you this time." I trembled all over with fury. Three years ago, just because his childhood sweetheart, Mia, said she envied my engagement ring. Dante forcibly pulled the ring off my finger, and Mia became the star of the engagement party. I was thrown out of the banquet hall. That was when I gave up completely and fled New York. Seeing that I said nothi

Koa popped up in my head. “I think so.” I smirked knowing very damn well what she was about to do. I felt Koa coming forward but not enough to force the shift. “Boy, you just fucked up. Life lesson 867, never NEVER wake a sleeping female darling.” I felt a smirk forming on my lips before Koa let out a growl with such authority that had Koda covering his ears and fighting the royal command. After about a minute, he finally knelt on one knee and bared his neck in submission. I could see the anger in his eye building more and more each second.

I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Y-Your Highness." She abruptly got down on her knees as if they had turned into jelly due to her wrapped ghastly fear, she groveled on the ground while looking even more wretched. "Mercy Your Highness, Mercy!" Her quaking voice trembled all the more as she spoke.

He makes her open her legs. - Do you know how a queen is treated? She laughs and responds: - No, but you're going to tell me, right? - A queen should have everyone at her feet. We have to knell in front of her. Without her being able to see him, but hearing him place his knees on the floor, she realizes that she was mistaken. She was going to get something much better than a simple fuck.

Who was high enough in rank in this area to deserve the title of ‘Your Majesty’? The baker and his wife kneel to the ground and press their foreheads to the dirt. I try to do the same, but I wobble and land on my face. The approaching crunch of boots tells me I’m about to get kicked. I cower. “Please, sir. I’m doing my best!” Instead of a kick, a rough, gloved hand grabs me by the chin and forces my face upward. “Is this him?”

I give him a sly smile. "You sure? It might hurt your throat." "I am sure. A bet is a bet." I smirk. I push Micah to change our positions again and make him sit on the edge of the bed. I get down from the bed and go on my knees in front of him. He gasps at my actions and tries to make me stand, but I stop him. I know he's freaking out because a noble person never goes on their knees in front of a commoner.

She was only wearing a towel around her body as she curtsied a few more times, just to make sure she had it down. “A pleasure to meet you, your majesty,” Sabrina whispered, reciting the lines that Winston had told her to memorize. It was “your majesty” not “your highness”. Winston had seemed scandalized that she could even confuse the two. “It is a true honor to be here on Orsino Island.” Her nerves were causing her hands to tremble. She drew in a long breath and stared at herself in the mirror. “You can do this, Sabrina,” she said, locking eyes with her own reflection. “Just try to stay calm and have fun. This will be a great night.”