Praise Kink List Novels & Stories

“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.

"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."

Then he stopped and looked at me with an amused, yet pleased expression on his face. “Well done. That's my girl,” he ruffled the top of my hair playfully. “It's a good thing that someone had finally managed to put Bernard in his place. He's an arrogant son of a bitch and I'm glad that you managed to knock him down a peg...” he praised, his voice filled with pride that made my heart soar. I loved being praised and appreciated by them, it's one of the things that sent me to cloud nine. Did that mean I had a praise kink?

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??

Whereas St Just was known for his kinky tastes, Liam O’Grady had the reputation for being a fierce lover, the kind of man who would satisfy his woman while using her till she was drained. As they stood, clad in suits that seemed to heighten the animalistic nature of O’Grady, while simultaneously making St Just look like a fallen angel, the two men were talking of a new plan that St Just had come up with. ‘A Kink Club, O’Grady,” he drawled in his smooth persuasive way, “A place where every whim, however depraved, will be granted.”

I glanced at the screen, my brows furrowing at the notification. A match. I opened the message, and sure enough, it was from the discreet service I’d used months ago. A way to explore certain preferences and kink without risking my reputation. The offer was tempting, especially given the chaos in my life right now. A distraction might be exactly what I needed, but I had to reject the match. I had found the website of the kinky sex club from Thane, my friend, and also an Alpha. He had been a long member. He's in fact the club's ace in the primal play kink. Many members joined because of him, including me.

Her breath hitches and I know without a doubt that she is about to come. When she bites my neck to silence her moans, I am not having any of that. I need to hear her moans to know that I'm doing a good job. I have what people might call a gratification kink or maybe it's a praise kink but since she is out of it right now, I'll settle for her noises.

Was she ready for me to use and abuse all of her pretty holes? "Trust our mate." "Yes," she whispered, her pupils dilating. I placed my hand on her neck, my thumb caressing her cheek and watched as she smiled up at me. "I want to let you know what you should expect, Zina. I'm not, mostly, into vanilla sex. I've got a kink, a passion if you will and I'd like to share it with you," I admitted slowly. She audibly swallowed before taking in a deep breath, "What kind of kink," her little voice asked, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

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.

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