Romans & histoires Praise Kink Books

I lick my dry lips, and nod, not trusting myself to make coherent sounds. “Since you chose to move, I think I’ll take the scenic route back to where I was. After all, there are so many delights to be enjoyed along the way.” he grins devilishly, as I close my eyes and moan with a little disappointment that he is making me wait to feel his tongue where I desperately need it. “Don’t pout precious.” He slowly runs a finger along my bottom lip. “Open.” He commands, and I obey. “Good girl.” He slides the tip of his finger between my lips and my pussy clenches, my clit throbs, and I suck gently, swirling my tongue around his finger as he pushes it a little deeper. Who knew I had a praise kink?

“There’s a word for it?!” “There’s a word for every kink, Princess.” I hummed, trailing my fingers over the veins of his forearms. Meeting his eyes, I shyly whispered, “Then what are you into?” “You,” he answered, kissing me softly on my lips. “Very much into you. But if we are talking about kinks, I like to humiliate and degrade. Sometimes…” I kind of figured that Hayden would like that because, despite being a Princess, I was into humiliation and degradation. But he stopped what he was going to say, looking at me and shook his head.

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.

I swallow loudly and immediately reopen my mouth showing it is now empty. “Good girl, you deserve a reward for taking my cock so well,” he says, stroking my cheek. Silently I wait for him to come up with my reward. Knowing full well that now he has discovered my praise kink he will think of something he wants to do but Helen won’t let him do. “I think your ass would like some attention,” he suggests, “all the good little girls like that.” I nod, even though I’m not a particular fan of anal but knowing that if he touches my clit once as he praises me I will come.

They do not lose their power; they simply choose to place it in hands they trust implicitly. I wrote for two solid hours. I dismantled the myth that kink was devoid of romance, explaining how the meticulous negotiation of boundaries was, in fact, the most profound expression of intimacy. I detailed the neurological realities of subspace, demystifying the chemical drop and elevating it from a taboo secret to a beautiful, documented human experience. When I reached the end of the post, I didn't sign it The Advocate. I typed: Cassandra Monroe. "You are dropping the shield."

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Each touch, each caress, pushes me further toward the edge of ecstasy, leaving me trembling with desire and anticipation. "I want you to touch me," I rasp, my voice breathless with desire, my body eager for him to fulfill my every craving. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my skin, his words sending a wave of unexpected happiness coursing through me, hearing him say that to me. Do I have a praise kink? I’m not given time to dwell on that as he moves his hand from my other breast, now focusing his attention on massaging and pulling my nipples between his fingers. With each caress, wetness pools in my core, aching for his touch there.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.