Painful Pleasure Novels & Stories

I remembered when he said he would fuck me and choke me to death after, and here he was, criticizing his frenemy's way of getting pleasure. "I don't get pleasure from making a woman bleed or be in pain while I fuck her," He started, "it only gives me pleasure if she wants me to do it to her as much as I want to do it." "What if she's not a fan of painful pleasure?" It was becoming harder to talk with short breath but I strained to ask. Leo chuckled at that last question, "I would introduce the course to her, and show her how much more pleasure there is than pain in it." He replied, making me want to clasp my thighs together to stop myself from getting wet.

“Oh, yes. It’s real. It’s part of people's fantasy, you know. And those that love a medley of pain and pleasure are regarded as sadists. They get super turned on by stuff like this.” I gape my mouth in an ‘o' not able to slam it shut. I want pleasure but not pain. I can’t stand that. I just can’t. She slings her arm on my shoulder and whispers. “It might sound shitty to you but when your body gets molded into it, you can’t demand pleasure without it being spiced by pain. Trust me.” I don’t like her words. I don’t like the fact she openly tells me pains work hand in hand with pleasure. It’s sickening. For a moment there, my mind beings to reel with thoughts about Dima being a sadist as she ta

Pain shot through my head like my Virgina was tearing apart but at the same time, there was this…pleasure that came with the pain, an example of what you would call bittersweet. He took it slow at first but increased the tempo when I was more comfortable. In and out, with strong thrust, he fucked me hard. At the time, I still felt pain but the pleasure had overtaken it. He held my waist and hung my legs on his shoulders. He fucked me so hard, my pupil went to the back of my skull. I couldn't process anything. Sweat, mixed with heat and the scent of sex filled the air. Although I didn't want to stop, I reached the rim. He took me to the horizon. He tossed his head back and groaned out loud.

I have pushed him too far and he was now giving to me, what I had asked for. He moved in and out of me, holding me tight at my waist as he plowed inside me fast and hard. I held the bed sheet so tight that I must have torned it at a point. My mind was clouded, my vision became blurry as millions of shades of pleasure mixed with pain ravaged through my body. At a point the pain subsided. I could no longer feel pain again, only sparks of pleasure that was spreading through my body any time andrian slams into me.

Then his knees lowered a little more, and he finally gave me what I wanted. ‘Oh God.’ He slammed into me. Hard. With that one thrust, he hit a spot inside of me that no one had ever reached, and I felt a pleasure I’d never known before starting radiating out. I was completely overwhelmed and had never felt so fulfilled. Even the pain from the thickness of his length was inconsequential as I reveled in the ecstasy of being so completely possessed by him. When he buried his face in the crook of my neck, I sank my teeth into his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. His fingers dug into my ass and it felt amazing.

As I whispered those words into his ear, I felt my body unraveling around him, as pleasure washed through me, taking every ounce of my pain with it. Urijah’s arms wrapped tightly around my body, holding me against his chest, as I screamed out not in pain, but this time in pure pleasure. Urijah remained thrusting inside of me, chasing his own release, prolonging mine, as my nails dug deeply into his flesh of his back.

It truly was a thrilling welcome-home party with his family. Zane loved his wife more than he thought possible. Later that night, his touch was gossamer, almost magical, his fingers sliding over her breast and down her flat belly. Janiya could not believe the exquisite torture wringing spasms of heat, cold, and pleasure from her dormant body.

She was hurting, but she was still enjoying it. It was so funny that she still enjoyed the pain. The combination of pain and pleasure was so hard to ignore. She must be sick in the mind. Every spank, every pinch, and every blow just made it more pleasurable. Gigi couldn't help but roll her eyes as wave after wave of carnal sensation hit her like a tidal wave.

I felt myself getting impossibly wetter, my body responding to the mixture of pain and pleasure in ways I never imagined. "Look at you, getting wetter from being spanked," he growled, landing another stinging slap. "Such a dirty girl for your Alpha. You like it rough, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped, shocking myself with how much I meant it. "God, yes." Each smack sent jolts of electricity through my body, the pain transforming into a pleasure so intense I could barely breathe. The dual sensation of his punishing thrusts and the stinging heat spreading across my ass created a feedback loop of pleasure I'd never experienced before.

I cried out from the searing pain, almost seeing stars as the pain mixed with a pleasure that I had never felt before. My back arched, my pussy clenched and he slammed into me so erratically, so mercilessly, so treacherously damaging but I didn't care. I needed this pain, I needed this pleasure, I needed his brutality and he didn't hold back feeling my muscles tense and my insides clench involuntarily. He roared "Monroe, fuck. Come for me baby, I need to feel it."