No Such Thing As A Painless Lesson Ao3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Content Warning: This chapter contains depictions of sexual violence, which are necessary for the story’s progression. Every detail serves a purpose and is not intended to glorify or justify violence in any form. Reader discretion is advised, thank you. Chapter 63 Annalisa I used to think pain had a limit. That the body would eventually shut down, fold in on itself, and drift somewhere safe when things got too unbearable. But it turns out, I was dead wrong. Because pain wasn’t just a sensation—it was a living, breathing thing, wrapping itself around me, digging its claws into my skin, whispering in my ear that this wasn’t even the worst of it. I wasn't even close to the worst Giovanni could

Realising that I had the tightest shirt on, his hands went to its fringe trying to get rid of it. Amidst all this, I realized I wasn't ready. I don't think I would ever be. I can't deny that Cain was gentle and sweet in every way but when my mind figured out exactly what was going to unfold it unleashed a force that wanted to stop. Cole taught me a different way of making love, one that actually didn't involve pleasure but enjoying the pain of slowly burning my bare skin with a hot curling iron and sometimes a hot knife depending on how drunk he got. "Cain I can't" I managed to say before he would take things further.

Look at me," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Aurora forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze once again. His smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a pleasure and longing. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a caress that made her skin crawl. He began to move, his hips thrusting into her with a brutal rhythm that sent pain through her body. Aurora clenched her teeth, her eyes never leaving his as she endured the relentless assault. She felt like she was being torn apart, her body's natural reactions to his rough handling betraying her, her arousal building despite her fear.

He hastily discarded his robe, revealing his naked form, and immediately thrust himself inside her. “So, you’re going to finish me off, huh?” he gasped as Olive fought against his strong grip on her wrists. “I’ve been holding back until now...” His strength was uncontrollable. Tears welled in her eyes from the intensity of his hold, but the pain was not entirely clear to her. It felt as though her inner walls would tear as he ravaged her like a wild animal, yet it wasn’t all agony. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, and gradually, the pain became a catalyst for her pleasure.

At that moment, his hands and feet were restrained, leaving him with no chance to defend himself. However, when he realized, his expression was no longer vacant. Instead, it was filled with an intense pain that seemed to jolt him awake, as if the agony itself had brought him back to life. "No... it hurts!" The lack of proper foreplay, combined with Shawn's reckless intensity, left Dean in pain, unable to do anything but cry out in discomfort and moan. Shawn had been momentarily captivated by Dean's alluring side just moments ago. Now, hearing Dean's voice, he was even more enchanted, pouring himself into the moment with even greater enthusiasm, eager to hear more.

“I'll teach you a lesson, Damelza!” I cried, screaming in fear as he treated my body so harshly. He didn't listen to my pleas at all and continued to have rough sex so many times that I could no longer feel anything. What, I feel, is pain in the center of my body. The wolf in my body kept crying loudly with a pleading voice that was so wrenching in my heart. My eyes clearly saw a patch of blood on my inner thigh caused by Alpha Theo's rough movements.

Finally, I didn’t feel the lash again. I stayed bent over the table exactly as he had ordered, naked, ass on fire, my thighs trembling, pussy aching and dripping, right on the edge with no relief in sight. Adrian stepped back. “Stay exactly like that,” he said, his voice calm and cruel. “Don’t move. Don’t touch yourself. You’re going to feel every second of this punishment until I decide you’ve learned your lesson, good luck.” I heard his footsteps move across the room. He left me there, burning, aching desperate, and completely denied orgasm, my body screamed for the release he wouldn’t give.

They held me there, spent and sore, with Wyatt's cock softening inside me and Bryce wiping the tip of his cock on my tongue. “Remember this next time you slack off.” Wyatt whispered, kissing my bruised shoulder. “Pain would be your lesson.” THE END I panted heavily, my pen dropping and my hand sticky from where I'd stroked myself through the writing. The fantasy left me wrecked, my ass clenching at the memory of imagined thrusts, making my face flushed. That journal entry was raw and wrong with the professors using me, pain as pleasure and the taboo of it all making me hard again.

It was slow at first as she cried. "A-azhan....go fuck yourself." She cried fisting the sheets as Azhan took her hands and rested then above his shoulders. She dig her nails inside his skin. "Oh I won't do it now because I have you for this purpose now." Azhan said as he slightly moved. He was waiting for her to adjust. "Don't worry it would give you pleasure at the end." Azhan said kissing her bosoms and her stomach. "I know I have read porn novels but I didn't know it would hurt this much." Anna said with glossy eyes when he thrust inside her again with full force and this time she broke. The thrusting got faster as the pain turned into pleasure.