Novel & Cerita The Male Lead Knelt Before Me

His shoulders are shaking, and his head is bowed down low in front of me. Seeing him like that, I am left to wonder to myself what did I do to bring this man on his knees with is head bowed before me. He is a king and kneeling before someone is the last thing he does. Seeing him like this has me realizing how powerful I am but at the same time it’s making me feel weak. I lean down and take his face in my hands before making him look at me. Tears are still trailing down his eyes. “Raise,” I command, and he stands up before I pat the place beside me for him to sit.

“Kneel.” He stared at me. For a moment I thought he might laugh or fire me. Instead, something shifted in his expression. Heat. Curiosity. He slowly slid off the chair and dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of me. “Good boy,” I whispered. My heart raced, but I kept my voice steady. I lifted my foot and placed my heel on his shoulder. “You like being in control all day. But deep down, you wonder what it feels like to give it up. Don’t you?”

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.

Getting the three men to look at me again, Amadeo barks once and cracks up with Roberto while I try to keep back my laughter, not wanting to destroy this moment and give up my serious expression. Domenico grimaces slightly but loses it fast before he answers my question. “I’ll accept everything you guys have for me.” “It’s not the guys, Mr. Vespasiani. It’s me or your ass getting drowned in cement. So?” I nearly don’t register his answer as my heartbeat skyrockets at his near smile. “Ay ay, boss!” Oh my God. This is better than sex. Clearing my throat, I nod once and we take our place in front of them.

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.