Six Kneels One Stand Novels & Stories

“On your knees, Sloane.” My head snapped up. He was standing before me, his expression unreadable, his stance powerful. It wasn’t a request. It was the next step in a lesson I hadn’t known I was enrolled in. I sank down, the cold concrete a shock against my bare knees. The position was utterly debasing. And a fresh, slick wave of heat washed between my legs.

He was shirtless, standing in the middle of the room with his muscular back to me. I felt like I was having a panic attack, my nostrils dragging for air like there was limited oxygen. I was silent, waiting for him to say something, anything and when he did, it was an order. "Kneel." He growled, his voice deep like still waters. I didn't even know when I fell to my knees, hands placed on my thighs. I was wearing a big grey t shirt that covered my lacy maroon panties.

However, my eyes are glued to one person. Kell Cross is standing in formation with the other football players. He’s shirtless and wearing simple gray basketball shorts, and his hair is damp as sweat drizzles down his face, neck, and muscled chest. Chest heaving, he leans down with one hand on the ground and the other on his back. His strong legs are positioned for a play. One bent in front, and the other stretched behind his back. As he and his opponent stand face to face, I lick my lips as I watch a drop of sweat glide sensuously down his neck.

Training happens every day without exception. I learn commands, each one drilled into my body until responding becomes automatic. "Sit" means kneel with my thighs spread wide, hands resting palm-up on my knees, chest lifted and displayed. "Down" means flat on my belly, face turned to the side, completely submissive and still. "Present" means ass up, face down, pussy exposed and ready for whatever he wants to do to me.

This is not how it used to sound. Daniel claps his hands once. “Pair up.” People move fast. Easy. Like they have done this a thousand times. I remain where I am. Daniel notices. “Stay with me,” he says. “We will start with stance.” “Okay.” I say it again because that is my safest word. He positions himself in front of me. “Feet apart. Slight bend in your knees. Do not lock them.” I copy him. “Hands up.” I raise them.

I held the tip of the skirt, and I pushed my shoulder backward. Heavy heads of sweat beads trickled down my body as I walked in. There were two ladies on their knees, there hands tied to the back, and they had ropes on their bodies as they watched him with their tongues out. No no… What is this? His waved over to me, then pointed to an empty space there, the ladies who were just before him didn’t say anything, they just knelt there like if they looked elsewhere, their heads would be chopped off. I held onto the bag around my shoulder, and I stood where I was told to kneel.

Kelvin's arrogant, obnoxious voice dripped through the speaker. "I've told you before, Kelvin," I said, my voice dropping into a flat, deadly calm. "I have nothing to do with you or father anymore. You can take the family company. You can take whatever you want. Do not call this number again." "Not so easy, big brother," Kelvin sneered. "You think changing your last name to Rothwell makes you untouchable? You would be nothing today without father's initial capital and connections. You have no right to just push us away because things are a little messy on our end. Father said we are collaborating with V-Global. We'll merge into the Rothwell Empire or the Blackwood Empire—whichever name makes

It was a scene by the pool. Five women stood on the stone terrace beside the water, and even from this height I could tell that something was wrong with the picture they made. Four of them were standing. One of them was not. She was on her knees in front of the others, her head bowed, her shoulders curved inward like she was trying to make herself smaller, and the women standing over her had the easy, careless posture of people who had all the power in the moment.

“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.”

"When I married you, I foolishly tried to make you her stand-in, but it turns out she was the one standing in for you. Ridiculous of me, right? Does love that comes this late still matter?" People at the exhibition gathered the moment they saw us. Some were moved and even urged me to forgive him. I held his gaze, my voice light. "Let's go our own ways, Andrew. We're not right for each other." At my refusal, his expression darkened with grief, and every word sounded apologetic. "I know you're still angry, but please give me a chance to make it right." Slowly, he dropped to his knees and spoke with aching tenderness. "Come back to me. Let me make it up to you."