Masochist Sadist Novels & Stories

He asked as he leaned away from the wall. I caught sight of the pendant hanging off his neck and wanted to ask what it meant to him, but I refrained from doing so. "For someone who can have any woman he wants, you really do stress yourself over me." He sighed. "I don't know why, Balia." "You do," I replied, moving close to him. "You are a psychopath, and you derive pleasure in seeing me go through pain." "I have always identified as a sadist, you know?"

the sexy stranger said with a raspy voice, his eyes took in every each of her body causing Serena to blush, slowly the sexy stranger took one of her breast in his mouth, he licked and sucked drawing her closer to the edge of the counter as he entered her already wet opening, he showed no mercy as he pounded his cock inside her pussy, they were both grateful that the music played in the bar was so loud that no one will be able to hear her screams of pleasure. The sexy stranger felt her warm inside grip his dick tightly Making him more excited, she was very wet, hot and tight taking all of him while encouraging him to go faster, he kept pounding inside her as his large hand cupped her full bre

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.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

Grayson was still a bit tense and I bet he must have fucked Logan into oblivion that night because the little guy had barely arrived before he carried him to their private room. Asher performed a public scene with one of the submissives, a little masochist and he got his kicks playing with his favorite whips. Asher had a complex personality, let's say he is categorized as a sadist at the club. This means he loves lavishing pain on the submissives he interacts with, both physical and mentally at the same time. He revels in the aftercare he provides them with, all this is entirely consensual of course. Justine wouldn't let him play with regular submissives who can't take the pain or inexperien

Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

shouted Wenny Kammal standing at the cliff of her fear, shock as well as frustration. Sumico could also see quite a lot of bruises and some blood on her elder sister’s body. She merely grimaced at her own shock as well as disbelief. “Sadomasochism, Sumi Darling… The pleasure from hurting your sex partner during the intercourse…” whispered Virando as though he could read his Pretty Sumico’s mind. Sumico could merely gasp for her breath. She was seen covering her mouth with both of her hands. “Just let her go then… How much have you paid her? I’ll pay you back then… Just let her go and search for the other women…” said Virando to the psychopath man with his flat, icy, and cold facial expressio

His groan slides into my hole, zapping sensations through me, as he licks my flesh in round, soothing circles. FUCK!!! My skin calls to him like a siren song; a strong, irresistible pull arching my waist to his face. “I’m going to kill you, Tristan. Put me down!” I moan through gritted teeth. “You know what that tongue is doing to me. Stop turning me on, I don’t like what’s happening. Please, don’t touch me, I’m begging you. I used to love you then, but now I hate you!” “You’re a masochist.” His hot mouth wars with my sanity. “And you love it.”

"I will fucking hurt you and get more turned on from watching you writhe in pain, don't you fucking try me!" I was wrong, he is a fucking sadomasochist! Those people gets sexual enjoyment from inflicting pain or feeling pain. Pain turns them on so the more I hit him the more the pleasure. "Please don't do it. Please." I beg him and when I sit upright again, he kicks me back to the floor and I end up hurting my head again, the same spot. I groan painfully, cussing at him and he grins at me with so much satisfaction.

“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.”