The Male Lead Knelt Before Me Novels & Stories

I nod. "Fuck..." He cursed under his breath. "Teach me how to" He seems taken by my plead. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nod. "Damn...." He muttered as he put off the showers. God my core is reacting to this thought. "Alright baby. You will have to go on your knees." I nod. I go down on my knees. My heart is pounding. His thing is in front of my face. I look up at him.

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.

But then, images of April suddenly flashed in my mind again—weak, fragile, fighting for life in a hospital bed that was slowly draining what little time I had left. That hesitation broke and I immediately stepped forward. Then I stopped a few feet away from him. His gaze didn’t move. It stayed locked on me, unreadable, calculating. Then he spoke again—quiet, firm, and even more intimidating this time around. “Kneel,” he said at once. Of course, I obeyed him. I carefully took off my bag that had been hanging around my shoulders, then I slid it slowly on top of the glass table standing between me and the man.

Although I promised I'd always have my phone near me so I could have taken it to the bathroom with me. I park outside of his house I go to the front door, my hand shaking with nerves as I ring the doorbell. The door opens and a very angry looking Master is standing there. He steps aside and I lower my eyes as I start taking my clothes off and folding them on the small chair. "Kneel," he orders when I'm naked. I drop to my knees in front of him and adopt the display position. He unbuckles his belt and takes out his already very hard dick but I haven't got permission yet so I stay still and try to calm my breathing.

“Leave him.” Hayden shifted his gaze from me, moved a little closer to the man, and said, almost giving him a heart attack with his angry gaze “You don’t know who the fuck I am but I know you and everyone related to you. If you want to have a peaceful life and want everyone around you to live peacefully KNEEL.” “What…” I looked at Hayden. The man immediately knelt before me and I stepped back, shocked. I put my palms on my mouth as he said “I’m sorry.”

He looked like he'd stepped out of a portrait of death itself. His eyes landed on Mira. Then on the sash around my waist. Then back to Mira. The silence stretched like a blade between us. "Kneel," he said. The word was soft, almost conversational, but it carried the weight of absolute authority. Mira obeyed instantly. She dropped to the floor beside me, palms flat against the stone, head bowed so low her braid fell forward to hide her face. My stomach twisted. "Don't," I said quickly. "She didn't do anything wrong."

My body clenched with heat, and I had to fight to keep my composure. He didn’t look away from me as he dropped down onto his knees. The sight alone nearly undid me. My strong, confident Cole, the man who towered over me in every other part of life, was lowering himself for me, because I told him to. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he placed his hands on the floor and began to crawl forward.

Knowing. “I—uh—I was just cleaning", I replied. The words fell flat. He stepped forward, slow and certain. “I remember you.” My mouth went dry. “You were watching, weren’t you?” he asked. Heat bloomed in my chest, rushing into my throat. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His smile curled wicked. “Then kneel.” The command rooted itself in my bones. My knees buckled before my brain could argue, hitting the cold stone floor with a crack that sent shivers through me. Mop still in my hand, my body obeyed.

"Then get on your knees and earn it." I sink to the hallway floor. The hardwood is cold against my stockinged knees. He towers over me – fully dressed, his belt at my eye level, his cock already straining his jeans. The power imbalance is visual and electric – him clothed, me naked, him standing, me kneeling. "Hands behind your back."

It was like a blow. Within seconds, everyone began to bend their knees. Some slowly, others falling almost directly to the ground, their pride crushed under my gaze. Advisors. Commoners. Lords. Elders. The same ones who smiled falsely at parties now trembled like newborn cubs before the wrath of the true Supreme Alpha. Then I lowered my body. Not out of weakness. But out of honor. I knelt before Edward. “Lift your face, brother.” My voice came out softer, but firm.