Masochistic Opposite Novels & Stories

“You don’t look twenty-six.” There was no way he could have caught on, right? I ran my hand through my hair and continued. “I’ve been told I look younger than my age but I really am…twenty-six.” “How many men have you been with?” And the lies continued. “Two.” He continued smoking. “How long have you been a Masochist?” In my research last night, I had also discovered that a masochist was someone who derived pleasure and satisfaction from experiencing pain. I had been shocked to find out such kind of people existed.

Oppressive and overbearing, a person who always had to have his way, who would rather break than bend, die than yield. A person who couldn’t be reasoned with. In other words, a madman.

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

Mason nods once, giving nothing away beyond a simple, “Accurate.” I press on, more confident now. “Theo is different. He’s a brat tamer, mixed with Primal Dom. He enjoys the resistance, the challenge, the chase. He wants to be provoked so he has an excuse to break you down and then put you right back where he wants you. Edge play, control laced in chaos. He wants a fight so he can win it.” His chuckle is warm, deep. “Which is why you tormented him all day long.”

He is just as I expected him to be. I even told my friends that my hubby should give me a hard slap across my face and should console me later with a steamy make out session. I know, it’s my fantasy! I have always liked strong dominant men and I like to be submissive. I think it’s quite hot! My friends will tease me saying that I am a masochist. Maybe I am.

“Now you sound like Natasha. But she was no sacrifice to Lancaster’s degeneracy. She was his acolyte.” “She was his victim.” He made a noise of frustration—maybe even anger. And spun away from her. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear this.” He curled his hands into his hair. “Why won’t you understand? Can’t you see? I’m ruined and filthy and fucked up. I want the people I love to suffer. Because that’s what turns me on above all else. Control and pain and degradation.” “Yes. I know.” She steadied her breathing. Tried to meet the storm of his fury and pain with gentleness. “You’re a sadist and dominant. And yes, you’ve hurt me sometimes—”

But of course, since she was given clues on the hateful brat's whereabouts, she brought a few of her men to Ocean Paradise, hell-bent on capturing the kid in order to personally torture and kill him. Maurice was a conceited woman. When dealing with enemies, she preferred to be the one with the upper hand. She also preferred to amuse herself first before killing off her enemies. She was the type of person who liked seeing her opponents dying of fear and agitation while she was up there, laughing in amusement. However, precisely because Maurice was egotistic that she could easily get provoked once her weakness was discovered by others. Obviously, she was someone who hated being attacked and h

"I don't want them to see me with you" "You talked like I'm a maniac" "Aren't you?" I rolled my eyes "Not funny" "Let's get things straight Jones, I'm not a bad person. We're just two different person" I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different"

My dad sighed, seeing my confused expression, and looked down, "The type of intense stress...that, usually, comes from some sort of trauma." My eyes widened as he continued, "Usually...the type of trauma that's associated with...torture...or rape. And...if his wolf is as scarred as you say it is, then...that would most likely indicate long-term abuse. I'm sorry, son."

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”