Praise Kink List Novels & Stories

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

I usually loved to be degraded, to see the person responsible for my orgasm, to hear him say words that could cause me to die of shame but rather, get insane pleasure from it. Alistair finally let down on his teasing and tore my skirt, he tossed it aside and I felt the tight air tease my naked skin. I was naked now, in all my glory and his eyes were boring into me. I realized now that I may be discovering a new kink, anticipation and excitement coursed through me and I felt his mouth cover my nipples. I sucked in a breath and continued to hold me as I wrapped my legs around him, her sucked on my nipples and bit it down, his hand played with its twin and massaged the knob painfully.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! It was instinctive. I didn’t mean to touch her without permission. But I did, and now I feel like my chest is caving in. I never knew I had a praise kink. All my life, I've never done something like what I just did with Bethany. My mate just unearthed the biggest fucking praise kink in me and also gave me the best orgasm of my life. What did I do in return? I stupidly crossed her lines. I screwed up.

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

Her half-baked plan to pretend to be a clueless, vulnerable kid to make him drop his guard around her seemed so laughable now. She didn’t need to pretend. She felt terribly awkward and vulnerable after revealing to Eton Domino, of all people, her most embarrassing kink: that she got off on being forced, used, demeaned and called derogatory words. None of her former boyfriends had known about that particular kink. Kaia had always been too ashamed to tell them, feeling like a freak for getting off on something like that. ***

I was dangerously close already. “Smile, Ava,” Kai whispered in my ear while pretending to show me something on his phone. “You look like you’re about to cum undone in front of half the city’s elite.” Kade leaned in from the other side, voice barely audible. “If you make a sound, we’ll pull you under the table and make you suck us off while they keep talking.” The threat sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

“Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?” I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.The hand moved. The tips of his fingers passed by between my breasts, almost tickling me, and stopped at my throat.Another shiver ran down my spine, and I had to bite the fabric in my mouth so I could stop the gasp that was going to leave it. This was fucked up. How could I enjoy the touch of someone who wanted to hurt me

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.

I look back at the profile, there's no pricing list anywhere, just a row of golden dollar signs, six to be exact. What the hell does that even mean? Is it a tier? A ranking? A warning? “Next one,” Mark says, already leaning in. I suppress the sigh building in my chest and nod instead. I click out of the profile and scroll until another catches my eye. The man is maybe thirty, give or take. His profile picture is sharp and polished, him in a clean-cut navy suit, tie perfect, hair styled like he just stepped out of a boardroom. It looks more like a professional networking photo than a kink app profile.