Praise Kink Ao3 Novels & Stories

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

My mind spun…and when he flicked his thumb softly, over and across and around the aching swell of my clit while his talented fingers dove in and out of my tight little box, I blew. “Hmmm…yessss…” Breath panted out of my body as I creamed yet again all over his fingers. I shuddered. I inked. Well, maybe I didn’t kink, but if I could ink like a squirming octopus, then by God that’s what I did. And it felt so good! I fell back against the arm of the couch. Sensation quaked throughout my body.

I glanced at the screen, my brows furrowing at the notification. A match. I opened the message, and sure enough, it was from the discreet service I’d used months ago. A way to explore certain preferences and kink without risking my reputation. The offer was tempting, especially given the chaos in my life right now. A distraction might be exactly what I needed, but I had to reject the match. I had found the website of the kinky sex club from Thane, my friend, and also an Alpha. He had been a long member. He's in fact the club's ace in the primal play kink. Many members joined because of him, including me.

And that seemed enough for Gunner. “Good boy,” he said, sounding so pleased at how I quickly responded to him. Ah, fuck! A groan almost came out of my mouth, and my body shuddered even more when he called me "good boy." Is this how I discover that I have a praise kink? After that, Gunner resumed what he was doing to my hole.

I wanted to press the red button which indicated a help signal, but I was still wondering what he wanted to do to me. He knelt down while his nose sniffed at my entrance. I was wearing a long, straight silk skirt that covered my thighs. He lifted my skirt up gently and slowly, bringing his nose deeper. I didn't tell him to stop; that was because I loved the way he made me feel as I fought hard against my moans. My head tilted back and my mouth went agape the moment his hands touched my already wet entrance. His fingers pinched my clit while I let out a devouring moan.

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

“Please, I want you, not your fingers.” Well, she definitely doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll never tire of her, and I’ll never tire of this. The desire in her voice when she moans for me, her begging, the way she sucks in a breath just before she orgasms. I’ve recently discovered that my little fox has a praise kink, and I use it as much as I possibly can just to see her face when she knows she pleases me. I’m the luckiest man on this fucking planet.

I whimper at the feeling of both the pleasure and the pain. He let out a chuckle, a guttural sound following after. "For the first time in five years, I'm very proud of myself for waiting. . ." He stops himself, exhaling through his mouth. "You are so amazing. So tight. So wet. So warm. And you take me so fucking well. You should win a price for being such a good fucking girl." My praise kink activates and a loud moan escapes my throat. "Yes Matteo! I'm your good girl!"

As I realized that I was still in a meeting and Vesna was reporting, she started glaring at me. None of the meeting's agenda was stuck in my head. I was lost. "I mean, continue." I sat properly and was back at it. I remembered the day when I saw Amaya and Flynn in the cemetery. Maybe that's why he likes having sex with her because of how nice she could taste in every bit of sensation. Can I taste more than those lips perhaps? What is it like to see through her? I imagined her clothes sliding off of her body while she gave that bright smile. Or moaning from my grasp as I give her pleasure. Her soft skin that brushes with mine creates a bond that I can't explain. Kissing her legs might also ta