Masochism Story Novels & Stories

Again, and then again, he spanked her into her final unravelling. She worked so hard she was trembling everywhere, but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he allowed it. She gripped his chin hard and then she felt the shift in his breathing that always came before he climaxed and she knew one more slap would be it for her. Together they writhed and screamed to their climax. She lay on his chest, sated with his warm seed, glorying in it. Then came breathless laughter and satiated kisses. He slipped out of her and she felt her thighs coated in his thick seed, pushing them together so that some of it might stay inside. "Oh my God," she drawled, picking up the neglected champagne bottle and w

That particular pain came with humiliation, and he was putting in all he had to take a grip of himself as his body shaking drastically in the constant, unbearable pain. "I love your reaction so much..." Uranus finally let go of him, "Won't want them to numb, it would ruin the fun." Erebus closed his eyes tight, frowning deeply: "Too typical. Will the fun ever begin?" "Has anyone ever told you that you just might be a masochism? Maybe Allura's idea of locking you up here was truly a great idea. I know I would enjoy you." Uranus licked the blood off her lips: "But you were wrong. It's not typical, you know why?"

There was nothing that mattered but cock. Then Mason -- the huge, blonde-haired, massive-muscled man I had seen fucking the slave-boy in the wooden frame -- emerged from the crowd, and I saw him looming over me. His cock was as big as Kirios' cock, and I knew it would be the biggest I had taken yet. But I had no time to gather myself, no moment to mentally prepare, because as soon as Sam had pumped his load into my ass, Mason was taking hold of me. He flipped me over onto my tummy again and braced me against the bed. Two other men took hold of me and pinned me down, holding me in place. And then I felt the biggest, thickest cock I had yet taken, beginning to press into my poor, tight little

I wanted to speak again, but my words got stuck in my throat. “Lucian had always struggled with having sex like a normal man, Cassandra. He’s different, and he can’t show this side to anyone except me, because I am the only woman that has ever understood him.” She explained further, though I was still trying to make sense out of what she was saying. “What do you mean by he is different? What is his kink?” I inquired, trying so hard to keep my cool. “He is a masochist. He derives pleasure from pain. He is submissive and I am a dominant woman. He tried having sex the normal way, but it never worked out for him.”

Seducing him? Fucking hell, was this man clinically insane? I could barely handle Dax’s monster cock as it was... the man fucked me like he was trying to rearrange my organs on a nightly basis, leaving me sore, leaking, and walking like I’d ridden a wild horse for three days straight. Why the hell would I go looking for another Alpha’s dick? Was I suddenly a masochist with a death wish? Did I wake up this morning and decide to collect psychotic brothers like limited-edition trading cards?

IRINA “A masochist?” I muttered at my desk, my eyes following the words that appeared on my computer screen. It was about someone who derives sexual gratification and emotional pleasure from physical pain. "What on earth, Irina, I suddenly feel this way," I exited the site. Just reading it made my body feel like it was burning from the inside. Something was wrong, something that didn't align with my common sense. I should be working, and the pile of files on my desk has been bothering me for a while. I was just scrolling through my social media and came across the term "masochist." In a matter of seconds, my world was consumed.

I am getting fed up with saying it, over and over. "I am his slave, I am a masochist, I enjoy pain, before, during and after sex and not during sex, it is consensual, I am in the BDSM lifestyle, any questions?" I look at her, her head shaking, Marcus looking at me confused. I am fed up with having to explain this to them, to the world, why can't they just do what we called them for and ignore everything else? They finish taking statements and leave Marcus looking at me.

No matter how much I try to tell myself I hate this, I know it's not true. Ever since last week when he took my virginity like a savage animal, I've been secretly craving this. Contact with the man I ran away from. With the man I tried to avoid. It doesn't matter how much I try to run from the truth, it's going to try harder to resurface. I'm a masochist, a particularly fucked up one at that. So instead of fighting it, I let myself relax as he uses me. His cock thrusting in and out of my throat with immense force. I focus on breathing through my nose, even as saliva spills all over my chin and the floor and tears prickle my eyes.

What the hell happened last night, and why did I enjoy every single thing? I snatched my phone up again, my fingers flying across the screen. I opened the browser and typed: -Enjoying pain in sex what does it mean?- The results came in quickly. Terms like BDSM, sadomasochism, and masochist stared back at me. I read the descriptions, my eyes widening in stunned realization. I had never considered myself as that sort of person until Dante. I simply cannot believe this devil was making me realise things about myself that I never knew about. But no matter how I think about it, this really isn't going to end well.

I looked at him, still feeling as if something was wrong, "What's up with you?" "Fucking rogue jaguars, man! They have absolutely no self-control." I raised an eyebrow inviting him to continue. "I had to rip one of those horny bastards off of some poor guy. He had him pinned down in an alley. The whole place smelled of fear and arousal. I think I got there just in time, too. Any longer and the cat would have probably been mid-deed." "Shit. Was the guy okay?"