On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

“On your knees. Hands behind your back.” I obey without hesitation, pushing myself up onto my knees, my ass bare and no doubt marked from his hands, his cock, his teeth. The position forces my chest forward, my nipples hard and aching. I lace my fingers together behind my back, the movement arching my spine, thrusting my ass higher into the air.

“Kneel. All of you.” There was a moment of hesitation, a silent communication that passed between them. Then, as one, they moved. Adonis, my proud Alpha, lowered himself to his knees first, his eyes never leaving mine. Knox followed, a smirk playing on his lips that didn’t quite hide his anticipation. Dante went down last, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” The command sliced through the air like a whip. Gregory and I didn’t dare hesitate. We crawled down from the couch, our limbs shaking, our bodies aching in that delicious, used way. We knelt in front of him, side by side, still panting, our skin slicked in sex and submission. Richard towered over us, wrapping one strong fist around his length, stroking himself with slow, deliberate cruelty. “You think this is over?” He asked, his voice low and sharp as glass. “After you both begged for my length like needy little whores?”

~ZANDER~ After apologizing to Aubree, I was dismissed. I still couldn't believe that I kneeled to apologize to her. Me? I was in the men's restroom pacing around as I was not happy with what I just did. How can an alpha kneel to a lowly she-wolf who didn't even have a wolf? Well, apart from the mysterious magic, she was just a nobody.

He raised a brow, "Go on." I took a deep breath. "Your Highness," I fell on my knees, "Do me this favor and reject me. Please."

“You bastard—” “That’s ‘Your Majesty’ to you.” He rises to his feet slowly, deliberately, and starts unfastening his belt with movements that are almost lazy. “Now get on your knees and show me how badly you want to earn it.” The urge to fight him is overwhelming. Push back, maintain the game, make him work for every inch of submission. Instead, I drop. My knees hit concrete hard enough to bruise and I don’t care, because his pants are open now and his cock is right there — thick and flushed and so fucking big that my mouth waters just looking at it.

"On your knees. Back straight, hands behind your back, eyes down. This is how you will wait for me unless I tell you otherwise." She sank to her knees gracefully, her back straight as she placed her hands behind her back. Her eyes were fixed on the floor in front of her, showing me the proper submission. "Like this, sir?" "Exactly like that," I said with approval. "Second lesson: presenting yourself. When I command you to present, you will kneel like this but spread your knees wide and arch your back. I want to see what belongs to me, to have easy access for inspection or use. Do you understand?"

I stood in heels and lingerie, skin pricking under their gazes. Theo's eyes devoured me. Ronan's jaw tightened. Nicole sipped his drink, eyes over the room. "More," Theo said, the word very commanding. I swallowed.I hooked my thumbs into my panties, sliding them down. The cold air hitting my body. Theo groaned. Ronan shifted, his control faking. Nicole's gaze flickered up, locking his eyes on mine. "Beautiful," Theo whispered. "Now.... On your knees." I pulse screamed. I knelt, the carpet feeling rough on my skin.

Luna sat back down on her couch like she was about to watch a show. “On your knees,” she ordered. My heart dropped. I stared at her. “No.” Luna’s eyes narrowed, “What did you say?” “I said no.” My voice cracked, but I meant it. “I won’t kneel for you.” Luna went quiet, then nodded as if she understood. “Okay,” she said softly. “If you won’t kneel willingly… you’ll kneel because you have no choice.” She lifted her hand slightly and the maid yanked my arm hard. My knees hit the floor as pain shot up my legs. I gasped, trying to stand up immediately but one maid pushed my shoulder down.

Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet. It was Nadia. Under the gaze of all the guests, she walked onto the stage like a proud swan. After scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on me. She pointed at my wedding dress and said, "The dress you're wearing is not bad. Are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to rip it off for you?" Of course, my expression soured at this impudent request, and I turned to look at Bowen. Bowen, who was standing right beside me, indulgently played along with Nadia's pompous act.