Praise Kink List Novels & Stories

Brandon pointed out. "So you're saying Braze has a height kink?" Win said in surprise. "We're guys." "So?" Brandon shrugged. "Kinks can be gender neutral. You like Braze and myself on our knees when we suck you. You fucked girls anally. Why can't Braze have the kinks you had with girls just because you're a guy?" "Because we're guys," Win said again. "We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff."

She couldn't help but let out a little moan. "Is everything always sexual with you?" She asks in between gasps and small moans. I lift my mouth from her neck just enough to answer her question. "It's not my fault that you exclude such sexual poweress. Now, be a good girl and let me concentrate" I can swear I heard her whimper with want when I called her a good girl. I know she'll deny it if I ask her but she gets turned on by that. She has a praise kink. Who knew?

If it's not only because of that fucking list, I would never do this! Hell! I need to calm down! "I can prove it." He shook his head. "You don't have to. I will never let you hurt my sister nor see her." My hands are shaking. He's being so hard to tame. All I want is a kiss from him, yet I still need to get through his unmanageable treatment. I mean— I cannot just say that I wanna kiss him with consent! I can do everything on the list, but I have to save myself from embarrassment as well.

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.

Though something inside me liked the idea of being his. With Six I was able to knock some things off my kink bucket list—it was hot seeing a guy stroke his cock while he watched me get fucked. My bucket list was growing with new things and being checked off almost every day. I didn’t even know I had a kink section of the list until Six. “Are you ever going to tell me what all the numbers mean?” I asked Six from my usual position on the bed. It was a question I was tired of speculating in my own head, especially after what Five had said.

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.”

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

I hadn't bothered to think about how this conversation went from being bothered about her to me joining her. "But before you leave, we need to get some things clear, including what you'll be doing." I nodded. "For starters, it's a kink organisation that attracts celebrities that prefer to remain anonymous but have certain kinks they'd love to explore. The deals made between us are usually bounded by contracts, so getting a contract is very important to your safety so they don't go overboard." Although it was a bit much to take in at first, I understood everything she said to me, nodding in approval as she continued.

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.