Praise Kink Lines Novels & Stories

Most never make it past Room six. The ones who do? They don’t walk out the same. Because down there, obedience is the only currency. We don’t fuck for pleasure. We break for sport. We unmake pride. Strip it. Twist it. Reduce it to whimpers and welts. The last girl lasted four keys. Julian bet she’d go all the way. She didn't have anything to lose, but a hell of a lot to gain. She didn’t. And Lana? She’s different.

Her hips jerked forward at the sting left behind by Damon's palm when he spanked the most sensitive part of her body. “Words little flower” the man reminded, gently massaging the girl's lower lips with his fingers to ease the pain he caused. “I won't do it again, please” she cried out in pleasure when he pinched her nub between his fingers. “Good girl” he praised, pleased with her answer and leaned down. His words sent pleasurable shivers all over the girl's body, a wave of goosebumps even appeared on her skin. She had read about it but never thought it to be true until at that moment. Did she also have a praise kink??

I knelt on the bed with my two hands on the bed, while my ass shot up in the air, facing the view of where Maverick stood. He didn’t move an inch, instead, he was taking every inch of my body, probably imprinting it in his mind and sealing it in his soul. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Little muse.” He praised and my pussy dripped once more. Fuck…. I’m such a loser for praise kinks. “Thank you.” I managed to answer amidst wobbling knees and trembling hands. I needed friction but I couldn’t get one, not when I was on all fours. “Please.”

"Let me feel you come for me like the good girl I know you are." That's all it takes. As soon as the sentence ends, I'm a shuddering, spasming mess in his arms, flying apart at the seams. He doesn't stop moving, doesn't stop fucking the life out of me. The whole table rattles with every savage thrust. I cling to him like that'll keep me from dissolving into the ether. "Good girl," he growls repeatedly. "So fucking beautiful when you take my cock..." If I didn't have a praise kink before, I do now. It's one thing to be desired as a physical object—it's another thing entirely to feel like he'd fuck my soul if he could.

The words good girl growled into my ear pushing me, making it hit harder as I call out his name and my body saggs into the bed, exhaustion washing through me. He steps back, his fingers sliding out of me. I expect him to unfasten my hands but he doesn't, a moment later I feel the wet clothes wipe between my legs. Then the restraints slip free. His hand wraps around my neck, and my body is pulled to stand in front of his. "I think you have a praise kink Doll. Something, I am going to fucking enjoy." He kisses my neck before turning and lifting me, I don't fight it. I snuggle closer to him and fall asleep in his arms as he carries me from the room.

“The NDA is still active. The project is still running. His mother’s signature is still on file. Everything’s tangled.” “That’s a lot to carry.” His voice softened, but stayed steady. “Here’s what I’ll tell you. Kinks themselves—dominance, age play, caregiver dynamics—aren’t wrong when they’re truly consensual and negotiated. But starting from coercion can poison even the hottest parts. The thrill you feel? It’s real. Being craved that desperately after so long without touch is powerful. But the shame? That often comes from knowing the foundation wasn’t clean.” I let out a shaky laugh. “So I’m not just a monster?”

That did it for me. “Mmmm, yours. Yours Demetrio, only yours.” I cried aloud as my pussy quivered around my fingers. I drew them out and worked my vulva like a DJ, hips lifting off the bed, following my sky high orgasm. The second one and Demetrio was yet to fuck me. He stopped touching himself, watching me as I came undone. “So freaking sexy, so gorgeous and amazing.” He praised and I was hot all over again. Praise kink, slut kink, everything the man did was a massive turn on.

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.

“My dirty slut, you have a praise kink, huh?” My cheeks flushed under his praise, my hips jerking forward to meet his thrusts. With each thrust it felt like he was taking my breath away; my hand grabbed at the back of his neck, bringing our lips together. Adriano moaned into my mouth as I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, tugging at it playfully. My hands roamed his back as our tongues both fought for dominance. I felt so fucking high, but I didn’t want to stop, we kept kissing while he fucked me to cloud nine until I couldn’t breathe anymore, and even then I didn’t want to stop kissing him.

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.