Masochist Sadist Novels & Stories

But he never stopped, he never listened and he didn’t care about anything that I had to say anymore. I became insignificant I became a burden I became a liability And of course Dylan followed in his footsteps, becoming a dark and corrupted soul as well. I don’t know why, or how this happened. What changed? Why would two people with such great lives and promising futures throw everything that they have away? Why would they risk their lives by taking others over and over again? What do they gain from creating such chaos?? What do they gain by murdering others? By ruining lives? By destroying families? Why would anyone ever be okay living in such a manner?

It’s as if I want him…to touch me. “You want to be punished that badly?” “I’m not a psychopath like you,” “But you’re certainly a masochist,” He whispers, leaning down, so he’s face is close to mine. “You love it when I serve you pain; you get pleasure from it. That’s who you are, we both know you have zero feelings for the Beta, now if you are not going to tell his whereabouts, I’m fine with that, just don’t tell me to my face that you want him instead”

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixed with our grunts and curses. We were both sweating, muscles straining. It wasn’t gentle. It was war—each thrust a claim of dominance. After several minutes of him wrecking me, I flipped us again with a growl. Marcus’s eyes widened in surprise as I pinned him down this time, pulling out only to slam back in as the top. “My turn again,” I snarled, fucking him deep and fast. He arched beneath me, moaning loud, hands gripping my ass to pull me deeper.

“Good little cumslut. Taking my cock so well after I already filled your throat and painted your tits.” He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide, and choked her while he ground against her clit. Isabella came again, screaming, nails raking down his back. Victor wasn’t done. He flipped her onto all fours, spat on her asshole, and worked a thumb in while he fucked her pussy. The double sensation had her shaking. “You want my cock in your ass later?” he asked, voice dark. “Maybe,” she gasped. “Not tonight. Just—fuck—keep going.”

We feel we belong to each other, and love each other. NOTE : The symptoms that indicate that a person suffers from sexual sadism are as follows: 1. Sexual fantasies about hurting adults, children, or animals. This fantasy will last for quite a long time, which is about 6 months. 2. In his sexual fantasy, the sufferer acts as the dominant one who does the act of hurting his sex partner. 3. In a more advanced phase, the patient will try to do the actual harm. It was no longer a fantasy in his mind.

Scaring her is the last thing they both want to do now. Though they do enjoy it when other people fear them. The way they tremble in there mere presence give them a sense of peace. They love to see people in pain. The way people cry near their feets and begs for mercy satisfy them. Destroying the lives of people gave them immense pleasure. They both are sadists who love to inflect pain on others. But the thought of their mate fearing them didn't settled well with them. She would be the only person in the whole world who will not fear them.

he whispered. He was sadistic, and as the perfect sadist, he reduced me to nothing but a masochist, effortlessly. We were perfect for each other. Two people with toxic tendencies to feed into one another, we were made for each other.

"It's okay to be a masochist. It's normal to have kinks. It is completely okay and almost everyone has kinks. Some people are in a purely BDSM relationship with other people. Just that and nothing more. It's okay, it exists and happens." "And you, Namgyu ?" Jun asked shyly. Namgyu smirked and rubbed the doctor's arms. "I'm the kinkiest motherfucker alive, Seokjun," he confessed and saw amusement linger in Jin's eyes. "I'm a little sadistic too," he added to Jin's surprise. "Oh..." was all the doctor could muster up as a reply for this discovery. "We're the two faces of the same coin. A sadist, a masochist. You see that we have some things in common. You aren't weird, nor am I. Okay?"

“From what I can see, you two are starting an S&M relationship.” “S&M?” “Oh, god, Laura, I can’t believe you lived that long without knowing that much. A relationship between a sadist and a masochist. You’re the masochist with all that ‘Kill me! Please, kill me!’ Do you know how a true sadist replies to that? NO!” I scowl. “Your jokes are bad.” “No, I’m quite hilarious. You have no sense of humor.” Alisa makes a hand gesture to leave that aside. “Now, tell me, how are you planning on getting this handsome stud?”