Novel & Cerita The Male Lead Knelt Before Me

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.

I stood there, too stunned to speak. A man of such high status, a man whose name got people shaking, pissing themselves in fear, an egoistic man–he was kneeling before me, baring himself open to me. I couldn’t bring myself to trample on his ego. I was undeniably angry at him, but when a man of such status knelt before me, tears in his eyes, I had to comfort him. I was on my knees before him, my thumbs stroking away each rope of tear that slid down his face, soothing him with carefully spoken words.

Let the slit in my red dress fall open just enough to make him look. His eyes darken. "Take off your jacket." He shrugs it off. Drapes it over a chair. "The tie." He loosens it. Pulls it over his head. His hands are shaking slightly. Good. "Come here." He walks over. Stops in front of me. Close enough that I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. "On your knees." A pause. Then he sinks down. We're eye-level now. The power dynamic couldn't be clearer—him kneeling, me sitting, both of us breathing too fast.

I glanced down shyly, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Sensing my hesitation, he gently placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with an intense desire, a primal need that he was struggling to contain. But deep down, I yearned for him to unleash his raw passion upon me, to lose himself in the depths of our desire. “Kneel before me," he commanded. "What?" I questioned, puzzled by his demand. "I told you to get on your knees!" he barked.

“ Then what do you want?” “ Kneel,” he requested. “ Should I kneel?” “ Yes, kneel,” he ordered. The film seemed to have been forgotten as I dropped to my knees waiting for what else he was going to say or do. “ Open up” I swallowed, still tense while anticipating what it was that he wanted to do when he pulled down his shorts and his dick came dangling out. I gasped out stunned because I haven't had the opportunity to do anything yet so I was at a loss at what to do.

Like a predator closing in on his prey, he hooks one finger into the hem of my shirt and pulls me flush against him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” His expression is serious, searching, demanding honesty. I swallow hard but nod again. “Your safe word?” His voice drops even lower. “Coffee,” I whisper, the word tasting sacred on my lips. He smiles—slow, approving—and orders softly, “On your knees.” It’s not a question; it’s a command layered with power and control that reverberates through me. I obey, dropping to my knees, feeling the cool floor beneath me as my heartbeat hammers. The room crackles with tension, charged and electric. Kneeling before him, I am vulnerable but safe, caught

“Now, on your knees.” Elena’s heart lurched. The command was direct, inescapable. She hesitated for a second, her eyes meeting his. There was no anger there, no cruelty. Only authority. And a promise of pleasure for the one who obeyed. Slowly, sinking onto the cold wooden floor, Elena knelt before him.

LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed.

"Please, have a seat." Chris nodded, feeling a little off balance. He hadn't expected to be interviewed by the boss himself. He took a seat in the chair opposite the desk, trying to compose himself. The man leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "My name is Ronald," he said. "I'm the owner of this company." Chris's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected to be interviewing with the owner himself. He felt a surge of nervousness, his heart racing in his chest.