On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

“Like you want to get on your knees.” She bit her bottom lip. He grabbed her chin with one hand and tilted her face up to his. “Say it.” Her voice came out breathless. “I want to get on my knees.” He stepped back and pointed to the floor. “Then do it.” She slid off the bed slowly. Her knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud. She looked up at him, the heat in her belly growing hotter with every second. He pulled his boxers down, and her breath caught in her throat.

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.

His thumb lingered at her jaw. “A Queen,” he said softly, “should never kneel before anyone.” She blinked at him, heart stuttering in her chest. Then, without letting her go, he turned her slowly to face the court. “You let them kneel before you.” And they did. The silence cracked—and like a tidal wave of obedience, every soul in the courtyard—warriors, nobles, onlookers, even the stone-faced guards—dropped to their knees. Heads bowed. Spears lowered. Kaelani stood trembling—shattered, uncertain, and crowned by a fate she never even asked for.

And something about it, God, something about it curled deep in my stomach, hot and sudden, catching me off guard. “Y… yes.” The word slipped out in a breathless whisper as heat, sharp and unfamiliar, nothing like I had ever felt before, pooled low in my belly. What in the name of Selene is this? “The nerve of you to admit it.” I looked up at the sound of his voice, only to see his expression had shifted into something darker, sharper. His jaw was locked tight, flexing with every word. “I mean, not many would dare confess to attacking a noble. But you…”

"A king doesn't rule from his knees." Clyde lets out a dark, guttural growl of approval, his restraint snapping entirely as he rises, his massive body instantly pinning me back into the deep cradle of the furs. The collision is no longer a war, a defense, or a trial; it is a sacred, passionate celebration of our undisputed rule.

He was looking at me like he used to, like I was something he wanted to devour. He leaned in until our lips were inches apart, his voice dropping to that commanding timbre that always made my knees weak. “Get on your knees.” The order hit me like a velvet whip. Heat flooded between my thighs. This wasn’t the gentle, romantic reunion I had pictured in the coffee shop. This was something deeper. More primal. Exactly what I had secretly been craving. Without hesitation, I sank gracefully to my knees on the thick Persian carpet, the Louboutins still strapped to my feet, the sheer robe falling open around me. I looked up at him through my lashes, heart hammering, waiting for whatever came next.

I jolted and immediately pulled my face back, but he didn't let go of my waist. I looked up, breathless, my heart pounding not from the alcohol anymore. The man was incredibly tall. His body was perfectly built, feeling solid and muscular beneath my hands. His face was almost flawless, with a strong jaw and prominent cheekbones. His eyes were like molten gold. They stared at me intently, without blinking. A powerful aura of dominance radiated from him, something so foreign yet strangely familiar to my instincts.

The King stepped forward And dropped to one knee. The entire hall froze. His voice, low… almost reverent, broke the silence. “…Your Highness.”

At the wedding ceremony, just as I was about to formally greet Alexander York's parents as my in-laws, his longtime female best friend, Casey Clarke, sprang up from the groomsmen's table and charged onto the stage. She dropped herself into the chair beside Alexander's father and crooked a finger at me. "Come on, Lucille, honey, my daughter-in-law. Come over here and pay your respects." By local tradition, newlyweds kneel before their in-laws and pay their respects during the wedding ceremony. The guests burst out laughing. Without the slightest hint of shame, Casey pulled up a video from the night before and played it on the big screen. In the video, she straddled Alexander's lap, forcin

The combination of her desperate mouth and the sight of her still fucking herself with the toy on her knees in front of me pushed me higher fast. My thighs started to shake around her head. Soft, broken moans slipped from my throat as she ate me like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Steam curled around us. Water dripped from my body onto her face and breasts. And this beautiful, possessive goddess already too attached, stayed on her knees and worshiped me like she had decided forever started right here on the bathroom floor. I pulled her up from her knees by the hair, both of us slick with water and spit and arousal.