Request On Bended Knee Novels & Stories

My heart started hammering against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it. He looked down at the box, then back up at me, his expression softening into something so vulnerable it made my chest ache. He started to bend, his body beginning to sink into the classic, kneel. “Don’t,” I blurted out, my hand shooting out to grip his arm. “You don’t… you don’t have to get on your knees.” He paused, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “It’s a protocol,” he teased gently, his voice rough.

"Kneel beside me." My heart gave a violent, sudden leap against my ribs. The command struck straight at the core of my submission, a direct request for me to take the lowest, most vulnerable position in the room. A wave of intense heat flooded my core, making my knees feel instantly weak, but I didn't hesitate. I couldn't.

“Sir, perhaps it’s because you didn’t kneel.” Ol’ Joe’s found came through his earbuds. “You have to kneel on one knee. Only then can Madam feel your sincerity.”

The passersby that were walking around previously stopped, and had their phones out. "What are you doing?" She whispered, "stand up!" She whisper-yelled, her eyes darting around nervously "I can't remember a time in my life where I have ever gone on my knees, Lily," he said with a smile, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes "but I'd gladly walk through fire, through a hall of shame, and I'd even go to hell if I could, just to earn your forgiveness. So, please, all I ask is that you give me the opportunity to do so. Please."

Does this mean that they have come to. " I told you to get my money ready... I really want to believe you have it now" "I..I ..I, please give me more time, I promise I'll give it to you, I just need to make more money, just give me some time pls" " What... I gave you time didn't I... I gave you a week which is already too much don't you think??" " Give more time, I promise I'll.." I continue to plead now on my knees crawling to his foot

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”

I don’t want to let it get to my head, but the compliment makes me smile. “Thank you.” “That-er, you're welcome.”Sir Pendwick's face turns a darker red, and he looks down at his feet. “Um, actually, I wanted to make a request.” “A request?” I immediately grew curious. Pendwick keeps his eyes on his feet but nods. “Yes, I, that, could you, if it’s not too much trouble. I mean, only if you want to.” “Only if I want to, what?” I have to smile. His struggle is only making me more curious.

“Let’s give it a try.” We kneel on the carpet and hold hands. Silently, we each petition the Goddess in our own way. Maybe today she will listen.

My tone was intense, unwavering. I saw how he swallowed the lump in his throat, a drop of sweat already forming and sliding down his forehead. He looked uncomfortable now, exposed. “And secondly,” I added, pausing deliberately, “I’d like you to do it.” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “You just said you can go on your knees to beg me for forgiveness,” I said calmly. “I’d like you to do that.” His eyes widened slightly. “The same knees you bent to engage Melissa years ago,” I continued, my voice filled with venom. “You’re going to bend them to beg.”

"I'm kneeling! Are you happy now?" I just stared at him, feeling absolutely no pity. "You look exactly where you belong." "I just kneeled for you, Abby!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with a terrifying, delusional hope. "Doesn't this prove it? Doesn't this prove that I'm better than him? Would you now come back to me?! I did everything you asked!" I let out a dry, humorless laugh. "You think bending your knees for five seconds erases a lifetime of betrayal?"