Masochist Sadist Novels & Stories

I watched in utter horror as the guards lifted the whips in the air and a second later, the sound of thump echoed around the hall as whips made contact with Darius’s back. He gritted through clenched teeth, biting down the scream, and groaned as the raw pain shot through him. I turned my head away as the bile rose in my throat. Hot and thick tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked at my mate with pleading eyes, “Please, just let him go. Punish me instead of him.” His eyebrow twitched, “Oh, I am doing that too. I'm actually punishing you both at once.” Oh God, I had no idea he had such a twisted mind. He was a psychotic sociopath. A fucking sadist who derived pleasure in other’s misery.

He set the glass down too hard, the bottom hitting the cheap countertop with a sharp crack—not enough toshatter it, but enough to leave a spiderweb of damage, a hairline fracture that ran through the glass, mirroring the cracks that splintered his own soul. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment,!ghting back the urge to lash out, to break something, anything, just to feel something other than this su#ocating despair. "You done?" he rasped, his voice nearly gone, raw with pain. Each syllable felt like dragging sandpaper across his throat.

D/S: Dominance (the partner in control during activities) and Submission (the partner who willingly surrenders control and follows the dominant partner's lead). S/M: Sadomasochism (the use of pain or humiliation for pleasure, including giving or receiving such experiences). Bondage and Discipline was where I would be the submissive since it aligned with my interests. Sadomasochism was where Adam would be the submissive, which he sounded very eager for.

Their prey cried, whimpered, and begged as they fucked and used her how they pleased. The brothers were merciless, using the anger from when they had seen Sadie’s profile on the Sugar Babies app to fuck their prey. Marcel was messier as he pushed his cock into the tight ring of her ass. He was an ass man. He loved to see them struggle and beg under him. He had thrust in earning whimpers and loud cries from her while Adrian’s teeth had bitten her nipples. Sucking over the pink flesh as he pressed them. Satisfaction wasn’t in his gaze as he found himself imagining a perkier set of breasts and vanilla-scented skin.

I contemplate not picking up, but that would be even more suspicious, so I do. "Hello." I hear the drop of metal against table, and then I hear a groan. A very familiar groan. "Fucking hell, Hunt, that hurts." My balls immediately tighten, and I almost facepalm at how overly responsive I am. "Hello," I say again. Then I hear the sound of palm against flesh, and Kale's groan fills the phone again. Except this one holds no pleasure. "You idiot! Stop spanking him!" Hunter is a Sadist, I can be both , but Kale is not a Masochist. He hates pain. He doesn’t get off on it. But he is submissive through and through. He will let you hit him because he lives to please. Hunter fucking knows this.

A moan once again left my mouth as Gunner's hold on my cock tightened even more, as if he was planning to suffocate it. I was feeling a bit of pain from it, but it still wasn't enough to override the pleasure that comes along with it. Am I really a masochist? Is liking this bit of pain enough to be called a masochist? Or does it have to be more painful... "Oh, fuck!" I groaned a little louder this time as Gunner tripled the tightness of his hold on my cock, doubling the pain I was feeling from it.

The least he could do was at least feel the same way. "What is on your mind, Monique?" Adrian asked as he paused moving the gun up, and down my mouth. I was so fucking certain that I had sores in my mouth. I could feel the blood. This man was rough, and had not a single ounce of compassion. He probably wanted me to bleed all over these floors, and all over his shoes. He got off on hurting people, and this wasn't even related to sadism or masochism. Marcus was a sadist because of what he told me, and if miraculously, we ever got a chance, I was going to tell him to take whatever it was that he wanted, to do whatever it was that he wanted because that man right there, he was worth it. He was s

He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people. They were probably five people who had just arrived. One of them was being called Mark, meaning Sir. He was now probably going to the people and harassing them. Whoever he went to would grab him by the hair and raise his face and the person would start screaming. And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying.

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.

Blake shrugs like he said something you hear every day. "No, he's not." Chase glares at Blake, and I feel they are going to argue. "Chase, I'm not saying it in an evil way but he is. He's a psychopath and a sadist; he likes inflicting pain. He enjoys torture, blood and everything." Blake looks at me. "Not a lot fazes Jax; his limits are barely existent, and he has no issue with going down on a woman who is on her period. He finds pleasure in cutting women, torturing them during sex."