Romans & histoires Request On Bended Knee

"It isn’t any fun alone." "You want me to undress too?" Arissa asked, raising a delicate brow. "You’re going to have to beg me." Beg? Shit, why didn’t I see this coming? "Would you like me to get on my knees and beg?" I asked, slowly stepping forward so that we were mere inches apart. "Or do you want me to kowtow?" "Knees will do." Arissa responded, crossing her arms beneath her breasts so they were pushed up.

He kept it brief, his smile warm as he said, "I need a little help with something. It won't be too much trouble, right?" A request? The formidable Lord of War, the most powerful of his kind in the world, simply asked for a request? What an extraordinary honor, what a radiant moment! It was all that, and a chilling surprise altogether. "Mister Kane, you flatter me too much. I'm not worthy of such courtesy!" Aaron stammered. Aaron was so terrified that he felt his soul might just slip away. He quickly dropped to one knee. "To serve Mister Kane is an honor I'd die for, over and over. Just say the word, and I'm at your service!"

“And now that you’re on your knees, I’ve got one more request. Bow before me.” Aiden’s blood boiled. He could feel the heat rising to his face, anger coursing through him like a raging river. But he couldn’t resist. Not if he wanted to save Samantha and their child. Gritting his teeth, Aiden slowly lowered his head, bowing to Sullivan.

I'm not that bad at not accepting her request so maybe I let her go there. "Hmm... I will allow you as long as you do your part in the mission well so that we can succeed," I replied. I noticed that her eyes twinkled to hear my answer. She suddenly stood up in her chair and walked closer to me and I was a bit shocked to see her kneel in front of me. “Thank you very much Maximus, I promise I will help on the mission so that you get justice for your father,” she said as she kneel and bowed. “Stand up, no need to do that,” I dictated. She followed immediately and was smiling as she seated back on her chair.

, he added and came near me. “That day, I knelt in front of you for apologizing, and tonight…” saying this, he got on one knee for me. “I’m here on my one knee to ask you that please give me a chance so that I can spend my whole life to make to realize that I’m indeed sorry.”, he finished. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t stop breathing for a few minutes. ‘I’m bitch, and his words don’t affect me.’ ‘I’m bitch, and his words don’t affect me.’

I answer, flashing him a sarcastic expression. He gets up, and I follow him to the door where he takes out his phone and hands it to me. I look at him questioningly, and he moves it towards me again. “Your number.” “What would you need my number for?” I ask, my beating heart nearly covering the sound of my words. He furrows his brows, and I force down the urge to gulp. “To get your permission to come over.” Come over. I swallow a squeal as the image of him kneeling between my legs while stroking his dick flashes in front of my eyes.

“So I will give you a choice. You can follow sweetly and earn reward. Or you can resist and earn correction. Both are mine to give. Which do you choose tonight?” Reward. The word bloomed warm. Correction curled dark and hot at the edges of her mind. “Reward,” she said, breath tight. “Then we begin.” He stepped around to face her again. “Kneel.” Her knees touched the carpet, soft, thick, a shock of surrender going up her spine. He did not touch her. He let the kneel do the work. “What do you call me in private,” he asked. “Sir.” “Again. With breath.”

He said, trying to remain calm and I complied with his request. What could be going on for him to ask me to bend? Was it something I said or something else entirely?

I say through clenched teeth. “No, please. Please, I will never do this again.” She hiccups out and I look from her to Rocco and he is the same, begging for his pathetic life. “Too late for that now, isn’t it? Bow to me on your knees and I will consider your request.” I say, my face stoic even though I am smirking on the inside. They move, wincing and groaning as they move to their knees in front of me. Their heads are bowed as their shoulder shake as they both sob pitifully. They will get no sympathy from me, not even a little bit.

“I will kneel.“ The words tasted bitter on my lips. “Good. Now kneel.“ Slowly, I shifted Elara away from me and laid her gently on the bare floor. I stood and just like that, I dropped to my knees. “Alpha Kael, please help me save Elara.“ He stepped closer, rubbed a finger inside his ear. “What did you say?“ He sneered. “I really can't hear you properly. And you should say that deeply. Say it like you mean it. Beg me for it.“