Praise Kink Books Novels & Stories

He spoke as he brought out a small, bullet shaped pod that was about the length of my middle finger, and the width of two fingers put together. While I was still trying to figure out what it was, he set it aside and brought out a lace blindfold. He put the blindfold on, and since it was lace, my vision wasn’t completely gone, but I still couldn’t make out much, just faint illumination and shadows. I couldn’t see him though, and it made me whine. I wanted to look at him, to look into his eyes and see his desire for me. I want to see his acknowledgement that I’m being good for him, since he won’t tell me that I’m doing a good job. I want his praise. I never knew I had a praise kink till I met

I also can't tell if the Princess putting him through the ringer right now, grew into my tastes, or if it was subconscious desire on my part. A hidden kink I blocked off from my mind, until Georgianna came of age. Nico gets off on kink for the sake of kink. If it's deviant, debaucherous, or otherwise taboo; he has to try it at least once. The only line he ever drew for himself in that respect was me, thank gods. When it comes to my twin, he likes getting away with shit. With me..... I like having the prize that no one else can. That no one else suspects.

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.

While that was part of the reason, the main reason was that she had a praise kink. She wanted me to call her a good girl and tell her how sexy her body was when she showed herself to me. It didn’t mean she had low self-esteem. It only meant that being praised turned her on a lot. She let her dress fall to the floor, and she stood in front of me in her underwear. She was about to unclasp her bra when I stopped her. I walked behind her and got close enough that her ass was pressing against me. I unclasped it and let it fall. I brought my hand forward and played with her nipples. She moaned and threw her head back. I was obsessed with her tits. They were just the right size, and they felt so go

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me ... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

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.”

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

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!"