Praising Kink Novels & Stories

I swallow loudly and immediately reopen my mouth showing it is now empty. “Good girl, you deserve a reward for taking my cock so well,” he says, stroking my cheek. Silently I wait for him to come up with my reward. Knowing full well that now he has discovered my praise kink he will think of something he wants to do but Helen won’t let him do. “I think your ass would like some attention,” he suggests, “all the good little girls like that.” I nod, even though I’m not a particular fan of anal but knowing that if he touches my clit once as he praises me I will come.

At this point I don’t even know if I can even trust myself. I nodded at his words even before I could register, my head moved. “Good girl, should I forgive you?” he said and I looked at him like a lost puppy, I hate myself for this, I was on the verge of release just by his words. I did not know that I had a praise kink. “Please” I said, I did not know what I was saying. “I won't” he said and I could feel thunder striking me as he touched me inside the dress slipping it away.

And that seemed enough for Gunner. “Good boy,” he said, sounding so pleased at how I quickly responded to him. Ah, fuck! A groan almost came out of my mouth, and my body shuddered even more when he called me "good boy." Is this how I discover that I have a praise kink? After that, Gunner resumed what he was doing to my hole.

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

“That’s a very vivid picture. Thank you for sharing it so openly.” I exhaled, trembling a little. He leaned back slightly, tone shifting to something more exploratory. “Apart from this mommy-domme dynamic, this intense power exchange… have you ever explored other kinks? Tried anything else that lights you up the same way?” I blinked. “Like… what?” He gave a small, professional shrug. “Bondage, impact play, role reversal, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, pet play, degradation, praise, group play… anything that’s ever crossed your mind, even if you haven’t acted on it.”

It was too much; the pleasure and after orgasming two times in under a minute, I don’t think I have any to give. I thought I would fight tooth and nail to get him to pull his cock out of me, but I found myself embracing him, welcoming his thrust as he slid in and out of me. I let out a small moan, enjoying the sweet words that were coming from his mouth. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock like a good girl.” My moan increased, and I tightened my hand around his body. Fuck, I felt hornier hearing him say that. “You like that, huh?” He asked as he pulled all the way out and then thrust right back in. “My dirty slut, you have a praise kink, huh?”

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

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.

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 squeezing 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.

he mumbled into my ears. His filthy words made me lose all forms of control. I reach out, my hands wrapping around his cock, and he shivers at the coldness of my palm. “Good boy…” I praise patting his head gently, his cock twitching at the praise. Oh, I think he has a praise kink, I have only seen his dominating side, but I love this side too. “You like being called a good boy don't you..” I kneel again, my hands stroking him slowly. Looking up to him through my lashes.