Masochism Story Novels & Stories

He was always family but after a whole month of talking to Domcraver, learning how badly he needed to be controlled, used, and praised, something in me changed. I discovered a side of Mason I never knew existed. He was hungry, obedient, and so fucking desperate for me to please him. He told me how he wanted to be choked while getting fucked, how he wanted to cry on my cock and how he needed a real Dom to take ownership of his body. Now I can’t unsee it.

He poured candle wax across her back and ass, the hot sting making her arch and whimper. “You like the pain, don’t you?” he taunted, sliding two thick fingers into her soaked pussy. “My little nineteen-year-old masochist.” “Yes, Daddy—hurt me.” Victor positioned her on all fours and fucked her pussy raw, slamming into her with brutal force while pulling her hair. He choked her repeatedly, cutting off her air until she nearly blacked out, only to release her just as she came hard around his cock. He pulled out and switched to her ass without warning, using only her own juices as lubrication. Sophia screamed into the floor as he stretched her, the burning pain mixing with dark ecstasy.

“Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!” Damien leaned over him, biting his shoulder as he fucked him even harder. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Moan for your stepbrother like the needy little slut you are.” Elias couldn’t stop. Every thrust dragged another loud, desperate sound from his throat. “Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! Damien…! Harder… please… unngh…!” His voice was wrecked, his moans getting louder and more incoherent the closer he got. He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him.

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.

He positioned me against the wall and began thrusting with a relaxed rhythm. I was perfectly content with this new pace. Tortured but at the same time willing to drag this out for as long as was possible. He took his time and it was delicious. I felt myself hover on the edge of the abyss. “I’m going to come, ” I choked out. Immediately, he increased his pace to a crazed tempo. My cries rang out across the room as he slammed over and over into me. I pushed onto him, wanting the roughness. We had both gone mad, and my pussy suffered for it. My inner walls

I shouldn't invite him in or rather I never should have let him into my house, my life and my body. But I did! Maybe am as twisted as he was. Or even more perverted than he was? Or was it the thrill I got from each encounter of me begging and denying that I didn't want him near or his touch? Maybe am a Masochist too just like him, although I would never ever breathe that out and admit it to him. Cassius doesn’t speak as we walk down the hall to my apartment. He doesn’t speak when I put in the code, trying to hide it from him after I changed it time after time after every encounter.

Each time he screamed, Genevieve prayed it would be the last time, but it kept going… until all that remained was the sobbing of a broken man. “Have you had enough?” the woman asked, sounding weary. “It’ll never be enough for what I did,” he choked out. “What did you do?” “It’s personal. It doesn’t matter.” “I can’t do any more without doing damage you might not recover from, and I’m not that kind of sadist,” she said. “I don’t care what you say, you might not be getting sexual pleasure out of it, but there are fewer things more masochistic than what you asked for tonight.”

But he was never as satiated as with her. Stephanie was a masochist and craved for someone who would overpower her and hurt her for their mutual pleasure and she gradually introduces him to his sadism sexual side. Exerting forceful pain over her and dominating her body, was giving him great sexual pleasure and also subsidies his raging anger which resulted in giving him more control over himself.

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

I couldn't help but feel the lust rushing in my veins but I tried to control myself. "Ahh! Pinch my butt a little harder, doctor." Fino ordered me causing me to raise my eyebrows at him. So this is what Winston is trying to say, Fino is a fucking submissive and a masochist, he loves the pain, he enjoys every time he feels so much pain and I don't know why that idea fucking turns me on. Maybe being a sadist is one of my fetishes but I can't just let it out because I don't want to hurt Memo, but Fino is different, it seems like he wants me to hurt him. "Is this hard enough?" I asked Fino and added a little forced as I pinch Fino's smooth ass causing him to moan.