The Male Lead Knelt Before Me Novels & Stories

A flutter started low in my belly. "Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Take off your underwear." I wobbled, trying to hook my thumbs into the waistband. He stopped me. "Don't." Before I understood what he meant, he knelt before me. My hands gripped his shoulders for balance. His muscles flexed beneath my touch, solid and warm. My fingers dug in, steadying myself as the room swayed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear. He sucked in a deep, ragged breath, as though my scent affected him. As though being this close, kneeling before me, tested every ounce of his control.

"But I wanted you to know that you're dealing with me now. Just me." I swallowed hard, refusing to let him see how much his presence was shaking me. I adjusted the strap of my bag over my shoulder and took a step toward the heavy doors. "Is there anything else, Mr. Rothwell?" I asked, my hand hovering over the door handle. Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked onto mine. "No. That will be all for today, Ms. Olivia." I paused for a fraction of a second, looking back over my shoulder.

“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.

“I said… kneel.” There was hesitation, a moment where I thought he might challenge me, but then he took a step back, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me. He wasn’t looking at me. He stared at the ground, his chest heaving. Good. He was starting to get it. I looked down at him, my gaze sweeping over his toned body, the muscles in his arms, the flex of his jaw as he tried to hold it together. This was the part where most people would break.

Dropping the purse on the floor, I turned to face him. He was leaning against the door with his eyes scanning me from top to bottom, observing each of my moves as if I was the most fascinating sight for him. I took a deep breath and unzipped the dress from the back. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and paced toward her. He paused just inches away from me and said, “You really want to have me kneeling before you, don’t you?” His voice made my breath hitch. But yes, what a sight it would’ve been. Him kneeling before me . . . between my legs. I shivered.

"Kneel on the pillow before me." "Yes, Mr. CEO," I stated and began to kneel. It was awkward with my hands behind my back, throwing off my balance. However, I managed it okay. I knelt and reclined, sitting on my legs, arching my chest outward like he had shown me at my home the first time we were together.

He reached for my face, his hands gentle as they brushed my cheeks, wiping away a stray tear I hadn't even known was there. "I'm sorry, rodnaya," he whispered, his voice a low, raw rumble. "I'm so sorry." I just looked at him, my eyes filled with a storm of conflicting emotions. He saw the hurt, the doubt, the pain, and without another word, he knelt. He sank to his knees, his eyes fixed on mine, his expression a mix of adoration and desperation. My breath hitched. He had never knelt for anyone. He was a Don. He had men kneeling for him. He was a man who commanded fear and respect, and now he was kneeling for me.

when I didn't move, he added, "Right now!" I hesitated, but the steely look in his eyes made it clear that there was no other option. Slowly, I sank to the ground and knelt before him. It was a humiliating position, but my life depended on it. I had never experienced such intense humiliation before. It was all thanks to the man standing in front of me, who seemed to be revelling in my degradation. Just moments ago, I liked his touch, but now he was acting like the biggest jerk I had ever encountered. His satisfaction at seeing me kneeling before him made my blood boil with anger and resentment.

He walked past me and sat stylishly on the only chair in front of me with his leg resting on the other. "Kneel...!" he grunted as I just bluntly stared at that handsome devil without a blink. Smacking myself back to reality I run my mind wild to gather my strength to defend myself. "Kneel" he screamed again and I trembled in fear. His voice was as cold as how handsome he was. I couldn't breathe properly. All I could do was to do as he said so I fell on my knees instantly with my head hanging down in slavery. Was he talking about that scene at the wedding banquet?

He says before bowing his head and dropping to one knee. I get a lump in my throat as his oath to me washes over me like a warm blanket. One by one they start to drop to one knee as the first man had. All from Opel Moon, all from my pack, I watch as all males drop to one knee and quite a few females. This is so overwhelming, I look up at Clay as another male speaks.