On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

, he gripped my chin, chuckling. He was too cunning to get things done in his way. Even that contract couldn't stop him. "Getting late", I shoved his hand from my chin. "It's my first day in the office" "Congrats", he said. ----------------- "On your knees, gangsta", I smirked at him, sitting on the couch in the room. He got dressed up according to me in the random white shirt and black pants. He came forward and knelt before me as I lifted my feet, placing them on his neck. He glanced at it for a while, again looking at me.

"WHICH MAN BORN OF A FLINTY WOMAN DARE TO TAMPER WITH MY MEAL!!" His roaring voice continued and before his eyes, a lady stepped forward and instantly got on her knees, tears dripped down her cheeks, her body shook, the veins in her head became visible as disquietude and anxiety owned every part of her body. "Y-your Highness, I-i-i..." Words refused to leave her lips as the sensation ran deep.

However, her knee gave in when she landed on the ground, and she could not help but kneel by the platform's edge. At that moment, Aya's expression was numb. She wanted to say something but realized that she was powerless no matter what she said. All the Islanders watched in disbelief. Knelt… She bent the knee? The ruling Royal bent the knee? If the ruling Royal bent her knee, what was the point for them not to knee? What if Harvey started to kill all of them instead? The moment they thought of that, all the Islanders started to kneel. The people in the embassy instantly bent their knees, and they looked extremely orderly.

He frowned and I sensed as he looking at me but I couldn’t put off my eyes from the screen of my phone. -“MM aya what is that?” His eyes were so wide and his face became pale. I didn’t answer him my eyes were full of water my hands were shaking. He leaned to screen and could see what I was watching, as Kai kissed with all his passion another woman he took with his hand her ass as she moaned and breathed heavily, his tongue was in her mouth like they would eating each other faces.

I manage to read part of a sentence that I'm not sure if I read correctly, and it said something like, 'naked and on your knees. Naked and on your knees? So, is that what the dominant expects from his submissive? To prostrate herself before him as if he were a deity? Does he feel important this way? But how does she find pleasure for herself in this game, beyond what Jonathan himself has already explained to me, but which I can barely understand? But it's not time to think about that; I'm already on a completely unplanned impulse, hugging Jonathan tightly and kissing him warmly. It doesn't taste the same as the first kiss. So real to me! It has a different taste, but it's still good, very go

"Understood, Your Highness." He forced my chin up. "Say it to me." "I'm yours, Your Highness" I said, obedient, steady. "No one else touches me. I belong to you." He sneered, eyes raking my bare skin. "Get on your knees and tell me how he fucked you."

He muttered and dropped the glass cup. Taking off my heels, I bent on my knees and pulled down his trousers. “Take it all inside your warm mouth”, He instructed, and I did just that. I took him in and a moan threatened to escape the back of my throat.

“Crawl to her. On your hands and knees. Then beg for her forgiveness.” A massive gasp went through the crowd. The assistant’s face went pale. On my knees? Like a dog? Her mind screamed in protest, but she looked at the manager’s cold face and Alessio’s lethal eyes. She had no choice. Even if she didn't want to do this she had no choice but to crawl. Slowly, she lowered herself until her palms touched the floor. She began to crawl toward the couch where Isadora sat. The sound of cameras clicking filled the air.

I look up at him shortly, seeing that he is staring at me with his hands crossed as he has his elbows propped up on his knees. Clearing my throat, I tuck my hair behind my ear, setting my gaze back at the papers in front of me. “But you are fucked!” He groans, leaning back in his chair. “I know that already, princess.” “Don’t you dare call me that!” I shoot him a glare, and he stares back annoyed. He dismisses my words with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “Why? You are one, aren’t you?” “This doesn’t matter. This is not a context in which you can address me this casually.”

Alphas stumbled back, breathing hard, sweat breaking along their brows, eyes wide with disbelief. And then….. One Alpha dropped to his knee again. Voluntarily. Another followed. Then another. The sound of armor hitting stone spread across the courtyard, heavy and final. I stared in horror as leaders, men and women who ruled territories, who commanded thousands……lowered themselves before me. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Stop. This isn’t….” Lucian’s voice rang out, sharp as a blade. “Kneel.” And they did. Every Alpha.