Novel & Cerita The Male Lead Knelt Before Me

What will he gain from seeing me kneeling before him? I sighed. I just have to push through with whatever torment he had planned out for me so he could dismiss me. Exhaling deeply, I lowered myself to the cold floor and knelt down. My hands were still covering my breasts. He groaned. “Drop your hands.” I refused.

My cock twitched, half-hard just from the way he looked at me—like I was something to be used, broken, owned. His voice cut through the silence, deep and unyielding. "Kneel." I didn’t hesitate. My knees hit the Persian rug with a dull thud, the fibers rough against my skin. The position stretched me open, vulnerable, my hands resting on my thighs, my back straight. I could feel his eyes on me, tracing the line of my spine, the curve of my ass, the way my shoulders tensed with anticipation. But I didn’t look up. Not yet. I knew the rules.

He looked relaxed, almost indifferent. Until his eyes lifted to meet mine. A shiver spread throughout my body, and my knees felt weak. The glint of disapproval in his eyes was threatening. “Kneel.” The command landed like a blade. I lowered myself slowly, my knees hitting the floor as I stared at the carpet, speechless. “Where did you go?” he asked, then corrected himself. “No. Who were you with?” I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Before I could force myself to speak again, the door swung open.

He didn’t need to show everything, the silhouette, the lines of his body under the red light, it was enough to make my breath hitch again. “Now,” he said, voice low. “Take off your clothes.” My pulse roared in my ears. I hesitated. Then slowly, nervously, I obeyed. His gaze swept over me , sharp, deliberate, appreciative in a way that made my chest tighten. “Kneel.” My eyes widened. “W-Why?” “No questions,” he murmured. “Just be obedient.” Something about his tone made my knees give out. I sank down slowly, heart pounding like a drum inside my ribs.

I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission. "Good morning, Master," I say softly. He looks up from his desk, his eyes roaming over my body. "Rise, my pet. It's time for your duties." I stand up, my heart racing with anticipation. I know what he expects of me. I walk over to him, my hips swaying suggestively. I kneel between his legs, my face inches from his crotch. I can smell his musk, feel the heat radiating from his body.

Chapter 2 This is humiliating, but it’s turning me on so much. He’s seeing me like this, vulnerable, and he likes it. He stopped in front of me again, holding up the collar. “Now, kneel,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. My legs gave way, and I dropped to my knees on the carpet. It was rough against my skin, scratching a little, but I ignored it. He leaned down, wrapping the leather around my neck.

“What are you doing? Breathe!” “I—I—I can’t…” I push out in a shaky voice, my heart feeling like it is being rolled. He tilts his head, shaking it. “Of course you can. Don’t talk to me. Breathe.” Grabbing my chin, he lets go of me to make an upwards motion with his other hand as I watch him, captive of his hold and with glassy eyes. I follow his movements before I inhale and exhale slowly, not tearing my eyes off his.

the door clicked. I blinked and looked up in shock. It was Aiden. He stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, staring down at me with a look I couldn’t read. “Repeat what you said,” he said flatly. “Kneel and repeat it.” I lowered my head, swallowing the pride that used to define me. Slowly, I knelt before him, trembling.

I sat up on the bed, the moonlight lighting up the room enough to be able to see every inch of him clearly. Kieran sat up too, breathing heavily and slightly confused. “All you’ve got to do,” I pressed, lightly though, a clear indicator I expected him to go all on his own, “is get on your knees for me.” I expected him to hesitate a bit but soon, he was dropping on his knees, maintaining eye contact the whole way. Fuck, seeing someone kneel for me had never been so erotic before in my life. I leaned back on the bed, resting myself on my palms, and then I jutted my chin at the obvious bulge pressing behind the black boxer briefs I was wearing.

He said, folding his arms across his chest in that confident, hunky way I hated. Even in nakedness, he still exuded the power and authority the Venmos always had on us. Talk about representing an entire lineage huh, I scoffed inwardly. Dragging my feet, I stopped a few inches away from him, risking my stare on his face rather than downward. “Kneel.” The moment it left his lips, I knew I was supposed to bolt out of the door. But that meant I wouldn't speak to Gracie. Then I went head-on and slowly sank to my knees with my eyes screwed closed just so I wouldn't satisfy his ego.