The Male Lead Knelt Before Me Novels & Stories

My legs started to carry me away, but his hand caught my wrist, his fingers wrapping around it, warm and firm, and he turned me back to face him. He dropped to both knees in the mud in front of me. The sight of him there, kneeling, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped, made something twist in my chest. This was not the Alpha who commanded armies and made elders tremble. This was not the cold, ruthless man who had thrown me into a hot cell and watched them lash my back open. This was someone else entirely, someone I had never seen before.

He’s only upset because of his self-importance. “Kneel.” I was confused for a brief moment on what he meant that I failed to move right away. “Kneel! I said fucking kneel!” Terrified, I just did what he said and knelt in front of him. But after a couple of minutes had passed of just hearing his heavy and rapid puff, I decided to look back up to check on him. But as unfortunate I was, Samuel’s eyes were already fixed on me. “Don’t look at me!”

The two held each other’s gaze—one unbothered and nonchalant, the other cold. The tension and the baited breaths in that room was enough to be cut through with a knife, everyone on edge as they anticipated what would be the turn out of the interaction. I leaned back on my seat, calm, and already aware of what is to happen given Kai and I have already interacted about everything necessary beforehand, so unlike the others, I am not as baffled or stunned. Then, the minute he stood in front of the man, his lips curled into a wide smile, and then he suddenly bowed his head, one hand on the spot where his heart is. “My King,” He acknowledged, in full and total submission.

His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me. "On your knees," he said. The command was quiet, but it held the weight of the world. This was it. The ultimate act of submission. To kneel before him. To put myself physically beneath him. My legs felt like they were going to give out, but I forced them to bend. I sank to my knees on the plush carpet, the floor soft beneath me. I kept my eyes downcast, focused on the polished leather of his shoes. I couldn't look at him. I didn't have the courage.

I was short of breath when I called him, I swallowed. " Mahal." He leaned our foreheads. He smiled, turned his face away and stood up. I was just looking at him in wonder. Until he helped me stand up, shaking my clothes with grass. He held my hand and squeezed it. I was in tears looking at him, until he knelt in front of me. "Why are you kneeling there, please stand up." I pulled his hand straight, he shook his head. Why is he kneeling, really? He's really kneeling down on his two knees.

I stood before him, completely naked, as his eyes roamed over me with quiet intensity. “Kneel.” My pulse hammered as I lowered myself onto my knees before him. He reached for my hand, guiding it to the hardness beneath his trousers. “You know what to do.” His voice was low, filled with quiet command. My fingers trembled as I obeyed, unfastening his belt, feeling the hardness of his cock against my palm. The way he looked at me in that possessive and hungry way, like I was something only he could claim, made my skin burn.

He looked like a corporate bodyguard who'd snap and go feral any second. "Get on your knees," I said, voice low and mean. "Let's see if you're a good boy for me tonight." He dropped instantly. The big scary 6'5" motherfucker knelt right there in front of me, eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing that mattered. "Do you like being on your knees for me?" I asked, already wet as fuck. "Yes Madame," he answered, nodding, voice rough. I walked backward to the bed, hips swaying, never breaking eye contact.

He moves to my side and I can feel his eyes all over me as he keeps one hand on my right arm. “Take it slow, and kneel.” He made me repeat the action several times until I managed to do it on my own without his hand stabilizing me. I was expecting the next order to stand up but he pats my head. “Kneel on display.” He ordered. I lowered my ass on my heels once again, spread my legs and arch my back. I am grateful to myself for having put on black underwear today, at least he shouldn't be able to notice the stain of precum on the dark fabric. He takes a few steps back and I am pretty sure he was scrutinizing me. I am definitely having a hard-on by now and wonder if he had noticed. I am about t

I said with my eyes closed. Silence. He kept mute, I opened my eyes as he just sat there, staring right at me. I made up my mind to leave the room having said my piece when he spoke. "Kneel," Automatically I fell to my knees before I knew what was going on. I closed my eyes in humiliation. "Good girl," he said. We both stared at each other, no words needed in this moment to understand that I was in trouble with my master. He stood, walking towards me in two strides.

He licked his lips and smiled wickedly, sending tingles all over my body, and heating my body up even more. Taking one of my pillows, he placed it on the floor between us. “Kneel on the pillow, Luv,” he commanded still with that wicked smile of his. I obeyed him even though I was confused about why he wanted me to kneel in front of him. Does he want me to bow and worship him? His gaze turned even more intense and his smile more wicked once I knelt in front of him. “Now bear with me..” he said as he took my panties and went behind me.