Masochist Sadist Novels & Stories

He never wants to kill me, or so I think. He just enjoys punishing me for a crime I didn't commit. What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? To be honest, I don't know, and he doesn't care. He doesn't want to fucking tell me what I did, either. It's clear that he's a sadist, a stupid monster who enjoys watching others cry. He enjoys watching pain, treating it like a movie. He smiles at it, just the way he's smiling at my blood. I wondered why he didn't try to lick it, maybe he could have a taste of the pain that runs in my veins.

I answered huskily. "Then what should we do?" The brunette asked. "Yes. We are willing to do anything." The blond she-wolf said. "Let them hurt each other." My wolf replied with a soft huff. We were both proud sadists who took pleasure in inflicting pain, giving punishment and humiliation on others sexually. To satisfy us, it took a lustful masochist and they were rarely found. "Good." I answered then threw the dagger next to them, waking up the she-wolf that was asleep.

He came closer backing me into the thick stone railing of the terrance. "You're inTOXICating." He put emphasis on the toxic part of the word smiling sadisticly at me. He inhaled and let out a shaky breath like he was fighting to control his wolf. Realization hit me hard, this man, this extremely sexy cruel Alpha was my mate. This can't be, NO, no, no,no, the moon goddess must have made a mistake. "This can't be right." My voice weakly said. This just made him chuckle to himself.

and that’s it! How angry I am! That I am angry and indecisive. That I will never be the same again! That I have nothing left! And above all, I never want to be in a weak position again. Because I know, if I want to have peace one day....I have to find my rapists and tear off all their limbs and make them eat them while during the process I will not leave them even for a second! their fucking looks. Melz grabs my legs and pins me against the wall. I held on to his shoulder and continued to moan as he thrust deeper into me.

Maybe, just maybe, I’ve always been a masochist. And he’s perfect. My perfect sadist.

" There he was-the sadistic dominant I knew had been waiting to breach the surface. Picking up his pace, he gripped one of my legs and forcefully thrusted in and out of me; an array of moans and groans escaping the both of us. While some might've seen Alex 's harsh words as degrading and toxic, I saw them as somewhat of a love letter. A poetic story that only him and I could understand. Except this wasn't anything near love. This was aggression, rage, and pure lust, all bundled into one. In my short life on this earth, I had quickly come to terms with the fact that I needed these things to feel satisfied. I needed someone to call me names, spank my ass, and take advantage of me. Without it,

I know it's wrong but I can't get that boy out of my head and not messaging him all day has made me miss him dearly. I glance up when Marcus joins us and I see Thomas kneel beside his legs. It looks like the master Dom has found his submissive for the night. He greets me and we chat until the lights dim and the music is turned down. The show starts and a sadist and a masochist walk on. The Sadist is called Andrew and the submissive is called Mason. I've spoken to Andrew a couple of times and he seems like a lovely man; in his early forties but still in good shape. Mason is a sub I have never interacted with as I don't usually go with masochist subs. I'm known as a soft Dom here so the hardco

He picked up the flogger again, this time with even more vicious intent. The leather cracked across their already ruined asses, thighs, and backs. Then lower, sharp strikes against the sensitive heads of their leaking cocks, their swollen balls, their abused nipples. Every impact made them scream and jerk, bodies overloaded with pain and the memory of his thick cock stretching them open. “You don’t get to come from my cock tonight,” Lucien snarled, eyes gleaming with pure sadistic delight as he watched them break. “You’re going to shatter untouched, just from the pain I feed you. Come like the extreme masochists you are, cocks dripping, holes empty and clenching, bodies covered in my marks.

'I have experienced this urge and this feeling many times. I do not suffer from any mental disorder. I do not know why I have it. I seem to enjoy being cruel to people. I am a sadist, or you may call me a psychopath. I get pleasure when I hear a woman screaming with pain and begging for her life. I enjoy inflicting pain. It seems abnormal but I am like that. It has been part of me for many years now. I am a sick man. I am a wicked and a spiteful man. I have an evil mind and I believe in seeking violent revenge over small issues. Inside my head it’s all dark.’

"You are not the first sadist I've encountered in my long life. I've tortured plenty of others, and I must say, they can be the most entertaining." Xavier strode past her and gave a lazy swish of his hand. Without even touching her, he opened four long cuts across her belly. She screamed through her gag with her blood running down her legs and dripping on the carpet. "You see ... it is not quite pain that sadists are after, but the power of inflicting pain. They seek the knowledge that they can do whatever they want to someone and face no repercussions from it. They enjoy the power difference between their victim and themselves and want their victim to be as aware of it as possible."