Praise (Salacious Players Club, #1)

by Sara Cate

Beau was always like this. He just had a way of making me feel worthless and desperate for any positive attention from him, so much so that I spent more time trying to please him than actually being happy—something

thinking about the way he touched my cheek, how strangely gratifying it felt when he said that one word: lovely. He didn’t call me pretty or say, ‘you look nice.’ This was different. It was…approval.

as the adultier adult

Stupid but I guess she’s young enough to say something stupid like this

And suddenly, there is no hesitation. The words just travel effortlessly across the table straight from his lips to my ears. “Ms. Underwood, you looked exquisite on your knees.”

Not a day will go by in my long life when I will hear those three syllables and not think of a man twenty years my senior, using that exact designation when referring to how well I kneeled for him. It’s ludicrous. Ridiculous. Narcissistic and sexist and demeaning and sensuous and flattering and…so many more words I can’t seem to find at the moment.

I wanted the broken parts of him because I thought if I could love him through the storm, I would be rewarded with a love that was more intense and intoxicating. I was wrong. Instead of appreciating me for staying with him at his worst, he blamed me for little things when his life seemed to be going right. I wasn’t the glue that held him together; I was the glue that held him in his pain and reminded him of his past.

What could possibly be so bad about being someone’s pet, sub, or slave? In the playful sense, of course. As long as it’s consensual and everyone has something to gain, I don’t see why it’s so taboo.

I like the sex positivity

The minute I’m alone, I feel a little bit lighter. His voice is still in my head, though, constantly reminding me what a fuck-up I am.

See I feel for ya girl 🥺💕

Isn’t life grand like that? The forbidden fruit always tastes sweetest.

I need to watch myself around this girl. She’s too perfect to ignore and too forbidden to be mine.

Like we’re the muggles and they’re the wizards.

HP 😂

“Oh my God, you are a hooker, but I’m not complaining!” “I am not!” “Well, just keep dressing like one.”

Lover Charlie and Sophie’s sisterly relationship

wonder sometimes if Emerson will still keep me as his secretary when he realizes that I’m not going to lure Beau back home. If I can’t bring his son back, I’m basically useless to him—at least where Beau is involved.

His eyes are on my face, and mine are on his. Our hands are still linked on the desk. He swallows, and I swallow. And I want so badly to kiss him. Just to see if I would even like it or if it would be too strange.

The sexual tension is so amazing!

“You’re such a good girl, Charlotte.” My shoulders relax, seeming to melt down at my sides as I gaze up at him, those beautiful words washing over me like warm water. Suddenly, I’m all gooey and compliant, like that one little phrase put me in a trance. He could literally do anything to me in this state.

And since I would do just about anything for his praise, that’s exactly what I do.

I wasn’t doing this to get off or turned on. I was doing this because I wanted her to feel good, but even now that sounds predatory in my head. I’m an HR nightmare waiting to happen.

😂

this change in me isn’t scary, not to me. It’s exciting. Because I feel like I’m on the brink of something huge, and I can’t wait to see what it is.

“That’s it, Charlotte. Good girl.” His words spur me on, sending bolts of lightning through my body. My own fingers rub my clit in fast circles, and it feels so good; it’s a relief. Emerson’s hand rests over mine, but he isn’t touching me. Instead, he grips my hip with one hand and grinds his erection against my backside.

I’m sweating 🥵

I feel like everyone can see what I just did. They know that I just masturbated in public while watching Pornhub Live back there.

😂 I swear if he reacting the same way charlotte is

I want things with Emerson I don’t understand. Things I didn’t expect. And it’s not sex—although I wouldn’t turn that down.

I’ve never had a desire to be claimed before, but suddenly, it’s like I need the world to know I belong to Emerson Grant. Which is ridiculous.

You made me very proud today. And you are more than enough. You are perfect.

I’m falling hard for Emerson Grant. I’m so fucked.

“I’ll fill out that form for you if you want, but I don’t need to. You want me to tell you that I want to taste you, Charlotte? Because I do. I want to touch you, tease you, fuck you, bend you over my knee and turn that pretty little backside red. There’s not a thing on that list I don’t want to do with you, so you can put the paper and pen away, little girl. Every single thing would get a five from me.”

🔥

My son seems to have this idea in his head that by owning a sex club, I’m some sort of monster. Both a pervert and a criminal. There’s nothing I can do to change his mind or make him see differently, and it’s taken half a year of our relationship, but I refuse to believe it’s irreparable.

I don’t feel like the same girl he broke up with, and maybe I’m not. I like this new version of me, the one Emerson helped build back up.

The Charlie four months ago would have never admitted to this, and maybe if Beau had told me about his dad while we were dating, I would have thought the same thing he does. But that was before Emerson opened my eyes. Not to the club—but to myself.

I love her character growth and the confidence she’s gained 💕

I swear he doesn’t come up for air, and I have no idea how after at least five minutes of him lapping hungrily at my cunt, he hasn’t suffocated.

Finally! 🥵

Dear God, please let this be the only man I fuck for the rest of my life because there’s not a chance in Hell anyone else could ever top that.

now I only see him as mine. My…something, I don’t know. More than my boss, but not just my lover. My Sir.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I breathe it in. Those words are a serotonin boost for my soul. They tell me I’m safe, adored, valued, and have nothing at all in the world to worry about.

“Read that last part again,” he says in a breathless grunt while he fingers me even harder, pounding into me without letting me move an inch.

Oh my 🥵

But the way Emerson makes me feel, so secure and loved. I mean…he just finished calling me a dirty slut and I still feel as if he never truly talks down to me or makes me feel substandard, even as we play roles where I am literally inferior to him.

Does he even know how much this means to me? That after having my car fixed, I couldn’t really afford to get the VIP tickets any longer, even with the salary he’s paying me. Does he know that the fact that he listened to me and remembered after all these weeks means more than anything?

K I think I’m in love with Emerson 🥹💕

Oh well, I don’t need to breathe. I just need him.

How can I possibly go back to being Charlotte on Monday, when he knows what the real me is like?

when Sophie changed her name and came out to my parents, it sparked a chasm in my family—one she unfairly blames herself for.

“Charlotte, listen to me. You are a smart, beautiful, confident woman. You don’t need me to tell you what you want. I want to hear it from you. You deserve pleasure just as much as I do, and trust me, I want nothing more than to hear you utter the dirtiest words, and then I want to do whatever it is you say. So say it.”

Emerson is a god 👏

“But I want you leaking my cum in your panties while you’re on stage.”

😅😅😅

I know he’s right. I know I never say anything good about myself, but I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter how pretty I am or how other people see me. The voice in my head telling me I’m not enough is louder.

it. Tell me you’re worth it.” A sob breaks through, and I use my bound hands to cover my face. Emerson pulls them away and puts his lips against mine. “Why can’t you just say it, Charlotte? Why can’t you just admit how wonderful you are?” “Because I’m not,” I sob. “I just mess everything up. I don’t deserve you. You think I’m so great now, but you’ll realize eventually that I’m not good enough, and you’ll leave me. Like everyone does.”

Okay but how is this book making me get emotional 😭 Charlotte is so relatable

“You’re mine,”

This scene was so fucking beautiful, raw, and sexy all at the same time

It wasn’t just Beau, but I think ever since my dad walked out on us, I built up a wall between men and me, making myself believe that if I wasn’t good enough for them from the start, I could never disappoint them. I would never have to live through anyone’s disappointment ever again.

I’m pleasantly surprised by the (emotional) depth of this story as well as the sec positivity. I feel like I’m learning so much about kink in a healthy way. 💕

“Just when I think you can’t get any more fucking fantastic, you do. You keep surprising me, Charlotte. And not just with sex. You are so perfect for me, and I do want to keep you forever.”

“I want you on my face.”

And just like that…..I’m wet 🥵

“Was I a good girl?” she whispers with her mouth inches from mine. A smile creeps across my face as I gather her into my arms. “You’re always a good girl.”

I lost my identity the minute I walked through that door. I gave it to a man who doesn’t even care about me. It’s nothing, he said. About me. About us. Every single hopeful, lovesick, enamored thought in my head suddenly seems foolish. God, I’m so fucking stupid.

My heart hurts for her 😭

I don’t think you changed your identity. From my perspective, it was like you got all of that confidence back. Did he really make you change or did he let you be yourself?”

“You’re my son, Beau. Your happiness comes before my own. If you don’t want me to date your ex, how could I?”

This is stupid. I don’t agree that a grown ass child’s happiness comes before his parents