Painful But Desirable Novels & Stories

Not with lashes or hunger, but with brutal, hungry sex. Now, I'm regaining my senses, the pain, the memories, hitting me gradually. All the more reason why I yearn for another hit, a return to my sole paradise, where pain vanishes, and only pleasure reigns. Only there can I savor the sensations his touch awakens in my body—Forbidden passion.

"Sister, it's difficult for a man not to go all the way after all the opening courses you've allowed. Even after being satisfied, you'll always want more! And I'm sure you guys do this often, but my brother-in-law remains calm and content with just that!" "Yes, that's right!" "Oh, Lord. Have mercy on him!" "Don't be so dramatic, Tora, you're still young, what do you understand?" "It hurts, sis!" Tora complained with a deep frown, his face was made to look so distressed that Tera observed it carefully, "As fellow guys, it hurts, sis! It's painful and agonizing when we want it but can't get it from our partner!" "But he's satisfied!" "But he'll continue to crave more, and that desire will fill

I just know that I want it … Bethany studies me as if trying to understand what I want. Then she arches a brow and gently drags her nails down my chest. I gasp and moan at the sharp sting. “Hurt me more,” I whisper. Her gaze darkens in a way that makes my already-pounding heart try to escape. “You enjoy pain?” My breathing hitches, my words coming out in a rush. "Pain from you is just pleasure.” Then I realize something amazing and smile up at her. “And…you enjoy hurting me a little. Right?”

It was a mixture of cold and heat, rough bristles and wet angry paints, the contrast of it all sending a violent shiver down my ribs. More moans escaped me, helpless and raw. We were both naked, our bodies colliding in smears and streaks, tangled in shades of desire. Dancing in colors. And if I had to say it a million times, I would— I will. Everyone deserves a brother like mine. Because now, I finally had a name for what Dave and I shared. Sweet pain.

I knew she was about to come but I didn't give her so easily I punished her a little as I delayed her orgasm, her eagerness to come that I enjoyed how she cried out my name digging her nails in my flesh that the pain aroused me even more It was hard for me to keep still, especially with her. She aroused some forbidden desires within me. Started a fire that she only knew how to control. Never in my life have I ever felt this needy, especially wanting a woman to such an extent. I was greedy for her and wanted her body all to myself. To pleasure her like no man had ever done. To worship her body like my life depended on it because it did. To kiss away her bad memories and heal her scars with my

Pleasure mixed with the sting until I was trembling. And Fuck, I wanted it. I craved what he was doing to me, because the pain was pleasure, and the pleasure was an unbearable need. My body begged for him even as I fought against it. Every nerve was alive, my pulse racing, my body screaming yes while my mind whispered no.

It was a level of ecstasy I had never experienced before, a delicious blend of desire and fulfilment that left me craving more. As he filled me to the brim, I revelled in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain. The searing ache, a sweet reminder of our carnal union, slowly spread through my body, fanning the flames of our passionate encounter. Yet, my mind blissfully disregarded any discomfort, consumed by the intoxicating euphoria that engulfed me.

he ordered again. “It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice. The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin. “Too much?” There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop. “No!” Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop. “It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”

I-It was too much. He reached for me, squeezing my full breasts and leaning to pop one of my plump and erect nipples into my mouth. Leaning to him, he sucked my breats with lapping his tongue out and giving harsh bites to my breats making me scream in pure pleasure and pain. Unable to control my desire for him, I took his whole length in, gradual moans left our mouths simultaneously, keeping the tip of my breast in his mouth, sucking gently. I couldn’t take it.

I did not get led around by my libido. He tsked then prowled closer to me. I melted into the wall, having nowhere to go, but still trying my damndest to create space between us. I retained my rationality, well, a fraction of it, when I was not being suffocated by his scent. “Pleasure. And pain.” He stated simply. “I-I don’t understand.” “Pleasure can become pain, jut as pain can become very pleasurable. There is a thin line between the two and my dear wild cat, all I want is to show you how thin the line is.”