Masochism Story Novels & Stories

He spanked me in a rhythm, tough spanks, and his eyes had been so fucking alive, so similar to a god in his home. Once more, I had that sensation that weights were lifted from his shoulders, and I was the only one who took him there, my body's tortured experience of masochism his release. "Fucking Master!" I yelped it when the unexpected wave of sensation was an excessive amount of and it was the type of thing that took my breath away with how abrupt it was.

Ana’s POV "Do you know what I had to do in order to meet you again?" He scowled as his grip on my neck tightened. I was slowly getting out of breath but I don't know why my body was loving his torture. I've never felt this turned on and hot before for any man. I guess I'm a masochist who derives sexual gratification from their own pain or humiliation. I noticed from a side glance that the driver was trembling in terror as he looked at the rummaging Xavier through the car's front mirror. There was no wonder I didn't know about Xavier Hill.

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

One of the men, who is a black man, stepped forward stroking his long monster shaft with an evil smirk on his face. “Now,bitch,I hope you are ready for me bitch, I am not a small size. You heard about the big black cock”. He said as he walked up to me and stood in-between my tired bruised legs. The next second I felt him drilling my insides with two large fingers, fortunately my slimy wetness inside was acting as for the lubrication. The brutal beating earlier, aroused and made me wet. “Haha! Look how wet you are! This bitch is a fucking Masochist!”

I was back in the now and it was worse because he watched me as he filled my ass. "Yes, girl, look at me. I love your nasty asshole. You're not shutting me out... this out." His gaze burned into me. "I know how much you want it." The problem was-I did want it. I wanted him topping me, dominating me, hurting me. Making me do the things I hated. His chilling smile made my pussy wet and so did his cock. He was so beautiful, each muscle in his arms and chest perfect and strong-made for a masochist's pleasure. I gritted my teeth against the pain as his hands tightened on my hips. He plowed my ass, no longer taking his time or caring about the burning ache.

This client was a Masochist, a person who derives sexual pleasure from being abused by others, but he was also a congressman who needed privacy for his fantasies. His name was Marcus Bain, a businessman’s demeanor with an average body type, but taller than most. He was a handsome white man, but not Janet’s type. The pain she inflicted on him turned her all the way off, but pleased her at the same time. She didn’t understand it, but never questioned it. He paid well for the appointment and silence.

He did not stop until his hips pressed against mine and he was buried to the hilt inside me. The intense stretch and the way he filled me completely made my back arch off the couch. Damien groaned low and started moving with deep powerful strokes that made my heavy tits bounce inside the sheer bra. Every thrust pushed against the plug and sent sparks through my entire body. He leaned over me pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his other played with my nipples. “Look at me while I fuck you Sophia,” he growled. “Tell me who owns this cunt now.” “You do,” I moaned breathlessly. “You own it Mr Voss… I am your contract cumslut… please let me cum on your cock…”

I huffed and continued working my hands on his shoulders. “Want to join me?”he smiles flirtingly. “No… no…”I stuttered. “I should leave now”I said running out of the bathroom and I’m so glad he didn’t stop me. What was I even thinking giving him a massage? I smiled remembering how he looked in the bath tub. “Snap out of it Claire he’s your master”my subconcious told me. “Cute one”my mind told me again. “Arrrh shut up”I hit my head.I think I’m going crazy already.

Each plunge sent fresh waves of unwanted pleasure rippling through my core, my inner walls clenching greedily around the invasion despite the burning humiliation flooding my cheeks. “Listen to her moan,” one of the masked men sneered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Our little passenger is creaming all over that dick already.” I tried to bite back the sounds escaping my throat, but another powerful stroke dragged a broken cry from my lips. The man currently claiming me gripped my hips harder, pulling me onto him with bruising force. His masked face hovered above mine, the dark voids where eyes should be staring down as if he could devour my soul through sheer willpower.

The lamp’s soft light bathed Svetlana’s skin in a golden glow, making her blonde hair look like a halo of fire against the pillow. Dante was on the edge of the abyss. Every fiber of his body demanded surrender, to take her, to mark her as his once and for all. But he wasn’t a man without control. He’d spent his life training himself to master his impulses, never to lose his head, even in the worst situations. Until now. Until her. Svetlana had heard so many things from her friends—stories whispered amid nervous laughter and knowing glances. That it hurt a lot, that one bleeds, that it’s never enjoyable, that it’s traumatic... Words floating in her mind like silent warnings.