Novel & Cerita The Male Lead Knelt Before Me

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.

It was annoying that he could always sense me. He didn’t say anything but just looked at me as I stood before him. His gaze followed my movement as I slowly dropped onto my knees in front of him. He kneeled on me earlier, so I guess there was nothing wrong with kneeling before him. I held his knees and slowly parted them before positioning myself in front of him, between his thighs. His breathing hitched, his eyes dilating into full black as he lowered his hands to his sides, balling them into tight fists.

The room went still—every breath counted. He stood, towering over them both. “On your knees, baby.” Alright, baby. Let’s keep the tension simmering—slow, dominant, and dripping with control: --- She knelt between them, head bowed slightly, heart thudding so loud she could barely think. Mr. Black stood over her, jaw tight, eyes hungry. Miles remained seated, still as a statue, his breath uneven. Mr. Black cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “Look at him,” he said. “He’s never seen anything like you on your knees before.”

I started walking fast and we entered the lift and went right in my room. "Kneel" as we entered he spoke and I looked at him in confusion. "If you need the money Kneel in front of me" he said and I felt tears coming in my eyes as he started to loosen up his belt. No, he wants me to do that... No... I can't. I won't.... "N-No" I said shuttering and he stopped working on his belt and looked at me. "Really?" he asked and I nodded.

"It’s me." "You said no sex," I reminded him, my pulse kicking up. "I said the present involved no sex. I didn’t say anything about what happens after you accept it." He stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "The present is me. On my knees. For you." "What?" "You heard me." He was not smiling. "But you have to be quiet.You make a sound and I stop. Understood?" He didn’t wait for an answer. He slowly lowered himself to his knees on the floor, his eyes holding mine. The sight of him there, this powerful, intimidating man submitted at my feet, sent a wave of pure heat crashing through me.

“So say it.” "Please pleasure me, make me cum.” “Good.” The next thing I did surprised me. I had never once knelt for anyone before, not even the richest man in the world, my father. And yet, here I was, about to kneel for a woman who was everything I should hate. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact. My hands gripped her thighs, parting them. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.

My body just moved. "Gideon!" I gasped, already rushing toward the door, my instincts taking over. He’s hurt. Despite everything, despite all my resistance, the pull to him was still there, raw and undeniable. I rounded the corner into his room, my eyes immediately finding him. He was on the floor, his body trembling, his hands weakly trying to push himself up, as if the very act of standing might prove something to me. His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed again with a sharp, strangled groan.

“Now get on your knees.” My legs folded before I could even think about refusing. The hardwood floor was cool against my bare knees as I knelt in front of him, looking up at the man who held my father’s life — and now mine — in his hands. My short black skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn’t pull it down. I knew he wanted to see. I knew he wanted to see everything.

“When I came out, towel wrapped around me, he just looked me over. Told me to kneel.” Kiara sat bolt upright. “Stop.” “Told me to drop the towel. Said, ‘On your knees. Don’t touch me until I tell you.’” She covered her mouth. “You’re not making this up.” “I wish I was,” I said, eyes half-glazed with memory. “He stood there, calm as ever, while I knelt in front of him. I didn’t even think. I just… obeyed.” “And then?” “I undid his belt. He didn’t help. Just watched. And the moment I started—”