Masochistic Opposite Novels & Stories

AXEL Ashley's moan confirmed to me that she wanted me. She wanted every bit of me. She wanted every inch of what I was offering her. I knew Ashley's to be a masochist and it seemed she was becoming more comfortable with my kind of sex. She moaned through the pain. Her orgasms were fiery even though I put her through torture. That in itself was intoxicating for me. It made me want to have her more every time.

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.

Watching Shelly regain her fighting spirit, Paige was puzzled. Shelly seemed as resilient as ever despite Chris hurting her every time. Paige always expected Shelly to retreat or give up. However, Shelly consistently defied her expectations. Paige could not fathom what Shelly was persistently chasing after. Clearly, Chris was always indifferent and ruthless towards Shelly. Did Shelly have a masochistic tendency? She did not like men who liked her. Instead, she favored those who did not care about her. The more a man disliked her, treating her with no pretenses, the more determined she was to conquer him. Even if that man hurt her, she found happiness in it.

Jun bit his plump lip nervously, head down and cheeks pink. "I'm talking about you being a masochist," Namgyu whispered and Jun closed his eyes in embarrassment. "It isn't normal-" "Yes, it is Kim Seokjun." Namgyu interrupted sternly, raising Jin's chin so the latter would look at him. "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."

Madox smiled. There were few times that he could see his friend out of control, with all his uncontrolled pheromones invading the whole place aggressively. That...was good for health. Dominic had always been an alpha who could be said passive. He didn't look for conflict and while he wouldn't let himself be overshadowed by another alpha he did look for the least violent means of dealing with things. Very contrary to him.

Either I will end up in a wheelchair or in a freaking coma! A sadist. That is what Zac told me about his twin. A sadist, a dominant, someone who likes controlling things, someone who takes pleasure in hurting his partner. My ex or those I played with before weren't into that kind of play, and while I have little knowledge about it, I have no idea how it works. The thought of Sebastian dominating me and hurting me should have made me run for the hills, but on the contrary, I felt excitement blooming inside me. I wanted to experience it. I want to explore that side of me.

But he was never as satiated as with her. Stephanie was a masochist and craved for someone who would overpower her and hurt her for their mutual pleasure and she gradually introduces him to his sadism sexual side. Exerting forceful pain over her and dominating her body, was giving him great sexual pleasure and also subsidies his raging anger which resulted in giving him more control over himself.

“What brought all this on?” “Well, I went to see this Dominant who happens to also be a Sadist who has a sub that is a true Masochist. I wanted to learn more about how to handle your urges better. I don’t want to deny you of what you want and need, but I’m not sure just how much to give. Anyway, we got to talking about the why’s and how’s, and well it was brought up that your bullying may have been the cause for your Masochism.” “So, you’re blaming yourself?” I ask.

This will make it more painful for her. You remember once you called me a sadist, and you were right Misha, I’m a mother fucking sadist and I will show you tonight. You will feel my whip strike you, you will learn to love the pain and crave it, you will beg for it later. I promise you.” But I’m a fucking masochist as well because punishing you is like punishing me as well, I thought as I gave her the first blow. And she screamed loudly and her entire body began to writhe trying to get away from me and break out of her restraints.

I screamed and cried, but he only grew more excited, more aroused by my pain. Gradually, something changed within me. The pain became pleasure, the abuse became ecstasy. I found myself craving more, needing more to reach that masochistic high. When Lily returned home, I was a changed woman. I had become a masochist, addicted to the sensation of being used and abused.