Praise Kink Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I did do good, but not too good, if I did good I wouldn't have had to use affirmations, I hate affirmations. King sees them as a mode of punishment for me, reminding me just how good and relevant I am after degrading me in the bedroom is his kink and apparently mine too. I liked it so much in the past when I was praised but getting degraded and praised at the same time has me orgasming just thinking about it. “I have to get cleaned up, my next meeting is with Hades.” I tell him, rising from his lap. “God,” he murmurs, his hand tracing my ass cheek. “Why do you let me do this to you Camilla?”

“Good girl.” She whines around my dick, sucking it with more enthusiasm, and the sweet scent of her arousal permeates the air. She’s clearly got a praise kink, which is something I can definitely work with. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I rasp, punching my hips up and fucking her throat. “And you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you beautiful?” Juliet whines again, bobbing her head up and down faster, swirling her tongue and slurping.

AUTHOR NOTE This chapter contains explicit content featuring elements of kink. If this is not for your taste or comfort, I suggest you consider skipping this chapter. I also wanted to extend my sincerest thanks for your comments and feedback. Your words mean a lot to me. Please continue to share your thoughts on this chapter and the ones to follow; your support is deeply appreciated. - Join F* - Tracy Readrats ******** Leia's POV

“Wh-“ I screamed as Aedan slid in yet another finger. “Fuck you, Aedan. A little warning would have been nice“ “I did tell you to wrap your arms around my shoulders“ “That was an advice not a warning“ “Oops, my bad“ Aedan's gaze drops down to his fingers inside me. Licking his lips, he says. “But look, you're taking in three fingers like a champ. My baby is the best. Whose baby are you, Arthur?“ What kind of question was that? Has Aedan always been like this? Perhaps he even said things like this to Khalkin? 'Stop thinking about Khalkin, Arthur'. I scolded myself. 'Aedan has already given you as much assurance as you needed earlier. Just let it go' “It seems to me like you're starting to dev

“Today, I’ll make love to you. Let me make love to you, baby.” A roller coaster of emotions explode in my chest. My eyes meet his and I suck in my bottom lip, reaching for the zipper of his slacks. “Yes, please make love to me.” I breathe. Silvan pats my hair and growls, “good girl.” Good girl. His good girl… A delighted thrill shoots through my spine. Right then, it dawns on me that maybe, just maybe, I might have a praise kink. I love being called his good girl. I love being well- behaved for him. Only for him.

It was too much; the pleasure and after orgasming two times in under a minute, I don’t think I have any to give. I thought I would fight tooth and nail to get him to pull his cock out of me, but I found myself embracing him, welcoming his thrust as he slid in and out of me. I let out a small moan, enjoying the sweet words that were coming from his mouth. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock like a good girl.” My moan increased, and I tightened my hand around his body. Fuck, I felt hornier hearing him say that. “You like that, huh?” He asked as he pulled all the way out and then thrust right back in. “My dirty slut, you have a praise kink, huh?”

she mutters. “You shouldn’t,” I say as I bring her body closer to mine. “Make me feel good Heath, make me feel so good, and beautiful and secure,” she whispers. “Just say you have a praise kink Fiona,” I tease, “because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself, I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself you would remember how I loved each of your body parts so good that it would be an insult to hate yourself.”

“Just like that, baby. Ass up, eyes on me. You’re doing great.” I lifted my gaze to meet his, and my body responded to his command before my mind could catch up—arching exactly the way he wanted. As if my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. Only him. Was this what I wanted from him? Praise? It had to be some kind of kink I desperately wanted to deny. “You’re really something,” I muttered, stopping between his parted legs. I folded back onto my heels, sitting upright. “Baby, you look so pretty like this.” He lifted his hand from where it rested and grabbed my chin, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.

Kayden whispered as he nipped my nipple. A jolt of excitement went through me at being called his 'good girl.' Shit was this some praise kink I had. He nibbled, sucked and bit. Licking around my areola, his tongue pointed as he made slow sensual circles around the area as his rough palms rubbed up and down my thigh getting so close to my pussy but never touching it. My hands went to his hair, gripping his luscious locks in my palms as he devoured my breast.

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.