Request On Bended Knee Novels & Stories

He suddenly knelt on one knee, clasped one of his hands over the other as he looked at Charlie, and said respectfully, “Thank you for your great kindness, Mr. Wade! I will definitely continue to do anything for you!” The other members of Ten Thousand Armies also instantly came to their senses. All of them followed Porter and knelt on one knee, clasped one of their hands over the other, and shouted, “Thank you for your great kindness, Mr. Wade! We will definitely continue to do anything for you!”

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!"

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.

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.”

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.

" Please take me back... Please." I thought I've had enough of pain but seeing my man I love on bended knees, begging me to take him back is more painful.

"I'll go on my knees right now and beg you. It seems like you don't know how terrible I feel. And if you need anything more than kneeling down, I promise to give you that." I opened my mouth widely as I could hardly say a word, although I was swinging my lips up and down. Was he seriously going to do that? That was definitely not possible. A handsome, reputable, competent, absolutely affluent, guy like him couldn't do such. I was so sure of it. Still doubting his promise, I gaped as I noticed him slowly bending his knees to settle them on the floor. What was this guy doing?! I gasped and hurried to stop him, pushing his shoulder so he wouldn't have to be completely on his knees. Damn, this g

“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.

When I felt like I could breathe, I looked down at her. She was completely still. Waiting for what I would do next. Her arms crossed over her chest and tears rolling silently down her cheeks as she stared at nothing. The anger I’d been carrying around dissipated on a softly spoken curse. Carefully, I set her on her feet and took her timeless, beautiful, sad face between my hands. “Don’t cry, amore. Please don’t cry.” It was on my tongue to tell her I was sorry, but I knew the words would mean nothing. Not now. Not after all the things I’d done. I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “Veda.” Her name was a plea. A wish. A prayer. “Vita…my life. Plea