Praising Kink Novels & Stories

My eyes zero in on her mouth, and my cock twitches at the thought of her wrapping…. “Yes,” my eyes flick back up to hers as the grin on my lips pulls even wider. “Good girl,” her pupils dilate and I realize my little vixen has a praise kink. I’ve had enough practice with Finn over the years to have a Bachelors in the art of the praise kink. Moving so that I’m seated with my back against the headboard, I spread my legs, palming my cock over my slacks. “Erin, why don’t you be a doll and strip Finn.”

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.

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.

I asked, panicked that I may have hurt her. “So good!” She slurred out in ecstasy. “That’s my good little darling.” I praised, earning a satisfied sigh from her. Praise kink noted. I would tuck that away for later. For now, I went back to work, alternating between licking the slick gushing from her core as it ran down my hand and laving circles over her hard little clit that rolled like a marble under my tongue. I could tell by the incoherent sounds and erratic thrusts of her hips that she was close.

He says nonchanlantly before tapping my ass, silently telling me to go about my work and I instantly obliged. I hated how much I loved following orders when Asher Lancaster asked me to do something. He had a way, he knew no woman would be offended with the way he controlled me. He knew I loved being told that I was a good girl and I was doing a good job. He fucking knew that I have a praise kink and kept using it to his advantage. Oh no!!!!

I explained. I was not certain why they were all looking at me like I just answered the hardest equation known to man. Every single person had a weakness and a flaw. It was not hard to manipulate the situation once that weakness was identified. Find your weakness, find your weapon. “See? We told you she was a genius with this shit,” Kade said proudly. His praises always made me blush and internally preen at the same time. I had a praise kink. We both knew it. Hearing them uttered from his mouth and heart was what always got to me.

he purred. My heart somersaulted in my chest. He looked at me with pride in his eyes, and I kept wondering if I hadn't developed a praise kink. He could easily convince me to do almost anything just by saying a few words. Perhaps it should have terrified me, but I could submit to his special kind of manipulation. Why? Because he made me feel stronger. He poured power into me. He had given me the authority and encouraged me to use it. And I wanted to show him I could be the Queen—his Queen. I wanted to get rid of the fear and stand by his side… But would he want that?

Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. ‎When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl. ‎ ‎I always want to be daddy's good girl. ‎ ‎My hands did not stay still either; I took the time to stroke the taut muscles in his legs and squeeze his tight ass that I have stared at for so long, until now... Then I reached up to fondle his balls, touching lightly and working on them with my fingers as my mouth worked on his pierced c**k.

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.

I lick my dry lips, and nod, not trusting myself to make coherent sounds. “Since you chose to move, I think I’ll take the scenic route back to where I was. After all, there are so many delights to be enjoyed along the way.” he grins devilishly, as I close my eyes and moan with a little disappointment that he is making me wait to feel his tongue where I desperately need it. “Don’t pout precious.” He slowly runs a finger along my bottom lip. “Open.” He commands, and I obey. “Good girl.” He slides the tip of his finger between my lips and my pussy clenches, my clit throbs, and I suck gently, swirling my tongue around his finger as he pushes it a little deeper. Who knew I had a praise kink?