Praise for My Good Girl

My God, look at you. It’s an honour to indulge in your company on the last warm night of the summer, so radiant in your white lace sundress, and so desperately horny, no matter how much you try to control yourself under the dinner table. There’s no point in hiding it because I know all your obvious little tells. I always know, and I always will. Those cute squirms you attempt to disguise as just getting comfortable in your seat. The way you run your fingers through your hair because the front strand keeps untucking itself from behind your ear. An oh-so-subtle purr in your voice I’m not sure you’ve even noticed in yourself. Your breath catches every time I feed into your praise kink and let you know just how stunning I find you.

If you’re already this eager, what I have in store for you is sure to drive you wild. You must be absolutely aching to be touched right now, but you're being such a good girl for me, maintaining your composure as best as you can. I pull out my phone and decide it’s time to take drinks on my deck to the next level, activating the Bluetooth vibrator that’s been sitting snug inside your pussy for the last 20 minutes. You’ve probably been wondering what I was waiting for this whole time, but teasing a sub starts in the mind, and I knew that when combined with our sparkling conversation that was usually laced with copious dirty talking, the anticipation would be the perfect tool to get you nice and worked up.

The vibrations come to life after I fiddle around with the app on my phone, not that I can hear them. I see your whole body shudder and stiffen for moment before you melt into the vibrations, a pleasant flush rising through your skin so you positively glow under the string lights hanging above us. Your grip tightens on the table between us—I can practically hear the wood creaking under your fingers.

“You look so beautiful like this,” I tell you.

“Barely holding it together?” you pant in response.

“I prefer to think of it as being on the edge of coming undone. You really are a perfect beauty, my dear.”

The flush travelling up your body transforms into a deep pink blush as your compliment fetish takes hold of you. “No fair, you can’t use my praise kink against me when I’m…when I’m…”

I smirk at you. “Who said anything about using your praise kink against you? I’m giving you exactly what you want, and exactly what you deserve, babygirl. Speaking of…”

I turn up the vibrator to the next level and watch as you throw your head back in ecstasy before you correct your posture, trying to regain composure. You go to tuck that strand of hair behind your ear, but I cut you off. “Leave it. Your hair is so perfect, framing your pretty face like that.”

You smile at me. “Tell me you want me, Daddy,” you whisper through a strained breath.

“Of course I want you, my sweet girl. I wish you could see yourself now, you look utterly divine. Your eyes are smouldering, and that mouth. Oh God, your mouth. Your lips look so plump and relaxed. I can't wait to feel those pretty lips quivering between mine.”

You bite your lower lip and moan, deep and guttural. I can tell you’re getting close, but I’m not done having fun with you just yet. I switch the vibrator from its insistent, pulsing pattern to a low, teasing rumble. You whimper your disappointment as the vibes suddenly decrease against your sensitive G-spot and clit.

“Patience, angel. Show me you’re a good girl and lift up your dress for me.”

You pout, but obey me and flip the white lace skirt up to your belly. No panties, just as I requested. The vibrator is happily buzzing away against your skin and your thighs are just beginning to tremble. Your smooth, hairless lips and parts of the toy’s silicone body are glistening with your arousal.

“Mmm, good girl.” I get up and walk around the table. Your eyes follow me, head lolling back so you can look up and back at me as I come to a stop behind your chair. One of my hands wanders down to grasp at your heaving breasts while the other finds a comfortable grip that feels like home around your delicate throat. You gasp a little and your body bucks against my grasp slightly before relaxing again.

“Relax your back and shoulders, gorgeous. Release this tension in your neck,” I murmur to you as the hand around your throat moves to your chin, rolling it slightly to loosen up your neck muscles. “You deserve to be comfortable, baby. You can close your eyes if you want.”

“I want to see you when I cum,” you reply.

“Well done remembering your training, angel. Take a few deep breaths now.”

I feel your chest rise and fall as I massage one of your heavy tits and roll your nipple between my fingers. I withdraw from the top of your dress and get back on my phone, taking the vibrator back to the stronger setting it was on before. A whimper escapes your lips and your thighs begin to move towards each other, trying to press together.

“Uh-uh, baby. Keep those legs open for Daddy. Hook your knees over the armrests so they don’t close again, there’s a good girl.”

Reluctantly, you part your legs far enough to let the armrests act as a spreader bar. As soon as they’re in position, I turn up the vibrator one more level. A cruel adjustment since you probably thought you were going to be cruising comfortably at the level you started at, but I do so love to watch you thrash and squirm. If I weren’t lightly choking you right now, I think you would have screamed loud enough to send the neighbours running to their windows to see what all the commotion was.

“Fuck, you’re so hot with your thighs spread wide, just a helpless, whining slut for me,” I growl, giving you the affectionate degradation you crave and feeding your praise kink a little more. “You’re such a good girl, I just want to praise you all night. But you won’t last that long, because you want this so badly, don't you, angel?”

You nod through gritted teeth. You’re teetering on the edge.

“I'm going to make you feel so good, because good girls deserve to be rewarded, don't they?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you reply in rapid succession. The look of desperation in your eyes is exquisite.

“Are you ready, babygirl? Do you want to cum for me? You know how much I love it when you let go. I've been waiting all night for one of those beautiful orgasms to wash over your perfect body. I want you absolutely soaking so you’re nice and wet for me when I slide inside you. Are you picturing it right now, slut?”

“Uh-huh,” you pant, nodding feverishly as my dirty talking fills your head with all sorts of naughty images.

“Good. Take two of your fingers and put them in that pretty little mouth of yours. Imagine it’s Daddy’s cock filling you all the way to your throat.” I massage your neck slightly in my grip.

“Can you feel your wetness building, babygirl? You’re so beautiful when you’re thinking naughty nympho thoughts, and don’t try to pretend like you’re not. It’s written all over your face.”

You groan and gasp around your fingers as the vibrator works its magic. Your other hand moves to hold the toy in place as your pussy tightens with every pulse and threatens to push it out.

“Good thinking. We can’t have you not being stuffed full for even a second, can we, darling? Do you want more? I hope so, because I love watching my beautiful babygirl cum. I can see your hot little pussy pulsing from here, I love it.”

“Daddy,” you gasp as you remove your fingers from your mouth. They're slick with your saliva. “I'm so close, can I please cum on your cock?”

You read my mind. You’re so perfect. But I have to make you work for it, just a little.

I chuckle before answering. “Do you think you've earned it, pretty girl?”

“Yeeeeeeessss,” you hiss.

“You think you deserve to cum on Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, please, please, please!”

“Who’s my good girl?”

Your eyes are shining with pure adoration and submission as you breathe the word ‘me’ in a tiny, broken voice.

I turn off the vibrators with my phone and lean down to remove it from between your shaking legs. A long, sticky strand of your arousal comes with it; you're not just wet, you're drenched.

I swiftly strip naked and step out of the pile of my clothes on the deck. You're standing unsteadily now, bracing yourself against the chair you were just spreading your legs for me in.

“Grab on,” I say as I crouch a little to scoop you up, and you wrap your legs around my waist, my forearms hooked under your knees. My hard, dripping cock finds your soaked entrance and I slowly ease your soft, swollen lips down onto it, teasing you just with the tip and covering it with your slick heat, which elicits a wail of pleasure from you.

“Shh, baby, the neighbours. Bite Daddy’s shoulder.”

Your teeth clamp down where my neck and shoulder muscles meet and I begin to thrust in earnest, pushing and pulling you back and forth with my hands under your full ass as you take me all the way to the hilt. Your fingers are laced tight behind my neck, gripping me like your life depends on it as you whimper into my shoulder.

“I know, babygirl, you want to cum so bad,” I murmur, my voice low and reverent. “I can feel this tight, wet pussy convulsing all around me, you feel so, so good.”

“MMHMM,” comes your muffled response.

The warm night air is filled with the sound of our bodies colliding with lewd, wet smacks.

You release my shoulder, pulling back to make eye contact with me as I pump in and out of you. “I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet,” you half-whisper. “Please let me look into your eyes when I cum, please!”

You’re so beautiful when you beg. “I don’t think you’ll be quiet, but since you asked so nicely…”

Your smile is intoxicating. You’re biting your lower lip so hard to keep from screaming. Your pussy is clenching like crazy around me, greedy and involuntary as you begin to crest over the peak.

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna…”

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me. Fuck, you're so gorgeous.”

Your hips are moving instinctively, slapping in tandem with mine as your mouth falls open in a near-silent plea, your eyes blazing into mine with a call I can’t ignore. I move to kiss you deeply, letting you moan into my mouth as your orgasm crashes hard and fast over you, like ocean waves breaking against a cliff again and again as I fuck you through it. Your whole body is locked tight, spasming with uncontrollable pleasure that seems like it will burst through your skin if I don’t let you come down soon.

“Good girl,” I whisper, pulling back from the kiss just enough to press my forehead to yours. “That's it, let it happen. I've got you.”

Slowly you go limp, body still twitching, breathing shakily, your juices dripping off of both of us. What a delicious mess I’ve made of you.

You collapse forward into me and I gently lower you onto the patio table so you can keep yourself wrapped around me a little longer. I kiss the top of your head softly and withdraw myself from your still-clutching folds.

“W-w-wait, you didn’t get to fini-”

“Shh, it’s fine, babygirl, we’ll take care of me later. Right now, you just relax. You were so good for me.”

After a few minutes of gently kissing the back of your shoulder, your breathing evens out and you stir back to life. You kiss me with those sweet lips of yours, tenderly, like punctuation at the end of a sentence.

“You did so well for me tonight. Was that enough praise for you?”

You nuzzle my nose with yours. “Yes, it was perfect. You were perfect.”

Hmm. Hearing those words come from you makes me think there might be something in this praise kink thing for me too…

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