Masochist And Sadist Novels & Stories

“She’s still the same person who brought you flowers and read to you. She’s—” “—human.” “Jesus, Obsidian!” I stormed over to him and gripped his shoulders. “Not all of them are bad! Not all of them want to hurt you like—” He moved, cutting off my words. One second, we were standing and the next, I was on my back with him straddling me and his forearm resting across my throat. “I’m a sadist, Dev. Do you know what that means?” Obsidian rasped, his face inches away from my face. “I get off on causing pain.”

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.