Painful But Desirable Novels & Stories

A side of me wanted him to continue hitting me on my cunt with the silver spoon, why the other side wants him to stop with the torture. I feel so ashamed to say this, but with every hit on my vagina, my pussy walls quivers in desire. I was enjoying this painful pleasure, I feel weird. Why would I enjoy a pleasure that comes with pain? "Are you enjoying this slave, are you enjoying getting beaten on your pussy? You love it when master hit you... Don't you?" "Yes..." I moaned out. I opened my eyes in shock, realizing what I just said and did. I just admitted that I enjoyed his painful pleasure.

I love my life as a lady and am satisfied. I no longer have any unfulfilled desires inside of me. With Harsh, I realized I had always felt complete. Harsh always made me happy. Perhaps, though, I could not recognize that not everything that glitters is gold, and as a result, Harsh's heart was broken.

Maybe it was my tendency or my nature that had become like this, but the problem was that it was getting very difficult for me. I had just opened my shirt when I felt my inner wolf was struggling to come out of this intoxication. There was only and only lust in my mind now, so I pushed him back into my mind. This girl was provoking me. Maybe he likes to play hard. I removed the sheet over him. I could clearly see the form of that sleeping beauty in my sharp eyes, which now had a veil of lust. I could not see the face due to light work, but I found it to be more beautiful than before. No makeup, innocence full of innocence was tempting me. I went close to him and smelled his scent. "Wonderful

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."

Pain in actual form or pain in the form of feelings. “Since my uterus was removed, I don't have the desire to make love like before. Everything tastes bland and I'm sure you can feel it too. And also, every time yours seeks pleasure in mine, I am always in pain. But, I still held back because I didn't want to disappoint you."

A surge of desire pulses through my body. I shift back so his hand falls off of my body. He looks at me. “Why do you want to deny what we both feel?” “I admit the desire is there, but at what cost to me? You bring only pain and sadness into my life,” I say. If I’ve learned nothing, I’ve learned that desire is not love, it is not commitment, and it is not loyalty. It can also be a liar that leads you far away from what is good for you.

My game of teasing him has gone up a notch. “You do know where behavior like that is going to get you, don’t you?” I’m still sore, and his blazing eyes instantly remind me of the wonderful dull pain from our too much sex. Is it normal to want more of that? It’s pain…and you shouldn’t want more pain. But it’s such a good pain, backed by the such intense pleasure that I’m practically squirming in my seat as he stares at me. Knowing he could take me at any time is such an incredible turn-on.

Charlotte I’m beginning to understand why most couples have intercourse whenever they mark each other. The piercing white hot pain that courses through my body is unbearable, but I also know that if I was in the throes of passion then it would help ease the pain just a little bit. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. I can feel Cassian’s lips on my face as he peppers me with kisses and tries to help me through the pain, but I don’t think he can help me through it. How could he? There’s nothing I can do but force myself to breathe and try to get through it.

Processing or feeling or both. “Warmth,” they said. “Not temperature. Something else that uses that word. And a pull, the way you described, the distance between where I am and where I want to be.” Their fingers moved at the base of Aren’s neck. “And something I can only describe as not wanting this to stop. Actively not wanting it. That’s different from just continuing a behavior. I notice the difference.” “That’s desire,” Aren said. “Then yes,” Lyric said. “I desire you.”

he gloated and then walked away. As if I would beg for a bastard like him. Another wave of pleasure shot through me as if trying to prove that I was wrong. If it had been struggle to hold on before, the man coming here and allowing my body to know that there was some male nearby made everything a hundred times worse. Desire and pleasure was slamming through my body at varying intensity and I was squirming to hold myself together. “Ahh!” I screamed out as another wave of painful desire slammed into me. My body was on fire and my throat was parched to the brim as though I was going through a type of torture.