Can A Sadist Feel Love Novels & Stories

I was trapped in this loveless, oppressive relationship, my hope dwindling with each passing day. "Now, strip," he commanded, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. I quickly complied, removing my robe as he fetched various instruments from his drawer. His perverse fascination with BDSM had become an all-too-familiar aspect of our relationship, one that brought him pleasure while diminishing my spirit.

I still hated him with a passion so much passion wanted to tie him to a bed and have my way with him while causing him pain. My heart came to a halt— Here I go again, Lord Jesus help me. The more I thought about it, the more these thoughts went on and on. Threatening to make me act unjustly. What kind of a woman was I turning out to be... a woman who was yearning to cause others pain for their sexual gratification. Surely, I had never thought of myself as sadistic or a serial killer. I am no killer, I'm certain no killer... Suppose I managed to trick my brother and Thomas into convincing them, I was happy.

Getting married without fully nothing him. She used to pretend in front of her but failed miserably. Making breakfast for her, making snacks for her school, kissing her goodbye. But it was hard with a bitten body. When you are bleeding from all the beatings you can't get up, prepare a great breakfast and smile. It's hard to wish your daughter a great day when you are both in hell with satan. When you know that your daughter is going to witness, you getting bitten it's hard to smile and pretend to be happy isn't it?

She sobbed harder. “Akosua..." He paused. He didn't have anything to say to her because she was right. “Why don't you want me, just tell me, I would change my ways to suit yours." She begged. “There's nothing wrong with you Akosua, it's just...we would fix this. Let's start all over again, " He smiled at her. “Does that mean we're coming home with you?" She hopefully asked. “Not yet, I want to teach Eleanor a nice lesson, she has used me enough, I just realised I was just attracted to her body, it wasn't love but lust or perhaps something else, I don't know. I promise I'd make things right."

Her hair was unruly and wild, her lips swollen from the rough kissing we had done, and her skin riddled with hickeys and my handprint from where I gripped her in the heat of our love making. I moved a bit to get more comfortable when she whispered in her sleep "Dominic" The sound of my name from my lips added to the already chaotic fire looming in my chest as I stared at her, as her arm tightened around my torso. Kissing her head, I whispered in her ears. "My therapist says I cannot feel, I am labelled a sociopath, but you make me feel, Sabine. Albeit it is something dangerous but you make me feel and that has not happened ever. If I could love, it would be you."

Had I been so wrong about Daisy Baldwin? “He has this strange power or whatever where he can block my emotions so he doesn’t have to feel my ‘pointless’ feelings,” she said, shaking her head as the tears started to fall from her eyes. It was clear this man had told her that her feelings and thoughts were pointless. “He also has this rare bloodline where he can take multiple women as mates at the same time. Every time he’s intimate with another woman, it hurts like hell… but when he mates with another woman… I want to die. I sleep for days afterwards. The pain is so deep, I want to tear it out of me. I wouldn’t wish that kind of punishment on my worst enemy…”

I bring out my gun enjoying the feel of it. “Just for the fun of this. You know? To make it more entertaining.” The ghastly look on their faces gives me an even greater level of joy. “I never for one day thought myself to be a sadist. But you see, certain situations carve out image of personalities we never foresee ourselves wearing.”

Scaring her is the last thing they both want to do now. Though they do enjoy it when other people fear them. The way they tremble in there mere presence give them a sense of peace. They love to see people in pain. The way people cry near their feets and begs for mercy satisfy them. Destroying the lives of people gave them immense pleasure. They both are sadists who love to inflect pain on others. But the thought of their mate fearing them didn't settled well with them. She would be the only person in the whole world who will not fear them.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

I whispered in her ear. I am a cold, hard bastard. I have killed so many men I have lost count. I feel nothing when I kill. I feel nothing when I fuck – except the intense pleasure when I come. I have never fucked a woman I loved. I have never fucked a woman who loves me. Love doesn’t exist for me. My heart is missing.