Praise Kink Meme Novels & Stories

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

I say in an unconvincing voice. He moves his finger an inch. “Dakota, if we are gonna do this, you need to discover your turn-ons and kinks.” I furrow my brows. “My kinks!?” He nods. “That's another lesson you’ll get with me. I think you have a praise kink.” I chuckle. “Is that so? How would you even know that!?” He grins. “ Overachieving academic girls develop praise kink! This is a scientific fact!”

"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.

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?

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she mutters. “You shouldn’t,” I say as I bring her body closer to mine. “Make me feel good Heath, make me feel so good, and beautiful and secure,” she whispers. “Just say you have a praise kink Fiona,” I tease, “because a woman this beautiful should never feel insecure about herself, I will make love to you in a way that each time you think badly about yourself you would remember how I loved each of your body parts so good that it would be an insult to hate yourself.”

I breathe out, eyeing him with undying desire in my eyes. “Oh, you are gonna see stars today, princess.” He smiles as if he were the incarnation of the devil himself. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard.” He grabs my panties as he says, “I'm gonna leave you begging, baby girl.” I bite my lips. “Please, fuck me hard.” I beg instantly, making him smirk. “Good girl.” He compliments. And I can't take it anymore. I want him inside me right this instant. I've always had praise kinks. It drives me crazy beyond imagination.

I declared again, maybe now he was going to let it sink in. "Yes. But we are a freaky couple even better." I opened my mouth in shock and closed tem back because there was no need to even say anything at this point. "On the bright side we are both freaky individually. You like to call your men daddy which means you either have a praise kink or just like being dominated and I.." I stuck my hand to my ear to cut him off and started walking fast before he decided to tell me the kind of freak he was because I can swear on my life that it's an information I don't need.

Maybe I was the perfect submissive like he thought I was. When I finally dared to look at him, he walked towards me and put his hand on my cheek. “Beautiful.” That one word was enough to send a burst of relief flooding through my brain. When he saw my reaction, he smirked. “You have a praise kink.” “What?” “You get off on being praised, Serena. I see your reaction every single time I call you a good girl, and now, when I said you’re beautiful.” I didn’t even realize how much I got off on people telling me how good I did or how good I looked. It must have been why I was disappointed the first night I met Nero.

“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.