Painful Pleasure Novels & Stories

“But how…” “Because there is a fine line between the two,” I explain, clamping one of her nipples so another naughty orgasm escapes. “Pain can feel good, and pleasure can be painful. When together, it’s almost unbearable,” I continue, watching her juices explode onto the comforter beneath her. “Look at how fucking excited you’re getting from both.” It was more than I could have imagined, and I knew I was going to become addicted to this. “You like it, don’t you?” I continue, clamping her other nipple.

His rhythm was a vicious, violent pleasure, a brutal dance that pushed me to the edge and over it. And my God, did he pound me to heaven. It was a sweet, agonizing journey of pure sensation, each strike sending a jolt of fire through me. My body was a live wire, humming with every strike, lost in a storm of exquisite agony and undeniable pleasure. In that moment, there was only us, and raw and consuming pleasure that left me breathless and utterly surrendered.

She’d never felt something so amazing before in her life as the jolt of pain enhancing the pleasure he was creating with his fingers. “You feel that?” “Yes, don’t stop please.” One of his hands left her leg, and the next second she felt his cock at her entrance. He eased the first inch within her as he pinched and tapped her clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, growling the words against her lips. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on the flesh. Each little jolt of pain heightened her pleasure. “I can smell you, Maya. You’re so aroused, and you can feel the pain.”

Although he had little experience with the weird pain/pleasure thing, he was smart enough to realize that there would be a limit for anyone. As Bryce's fingertips landed her eighth spank--a thankfully-light slap--across the burning spot on Tina's left ass-cheek, she let out a low, almost plaintive moan. The strange paradox that had her pussy tingling and seeping arousal juices in response to the pain and mock-humiliation was approaching her limit. Knowing that he was getting close to the end of his protracted recital of her sins with their accompanying ass-slaps allowed her to endure the remainder of her punishment. The thought of sucking his boner back to full life and getting him to fuck t

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he stretched me wide. A low moan rumbled in my throat, the sound raw and untamed. My fingers dug into the bedsheets, the fabric bunching beneath my clenched fists, as he began to fúck me behind with a fierce, driving rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of heat radiating through my body, building the pleasure until it bordered on agony. I couldn't suppress the cries that ripped from my throat as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, the pleasure so intense it made my knees tremble. The sensation was overwhelming, a chaotic mix of pain and pleasure that sent my mind reeling.

I don't find pleasure in these things. I like to fuck for my pleasure, yes, but not to be touched by objects like these whores. Fuck them, yes, but not be touched by them.Just thinking about having their hands on my body is making me sick to my stomach. I don't like being touched at all without my permission. The last whore who dared to kiss me without my permission ended up with a bullet in the head. You may think I felt guilt by doing this but let me break this fucking dream to you- I didn't.

It’s like my mind stops. And then the second spank hits and the sting of the first spank feels far less powerful than the second. I don’t know if it’s just that his hand lands in about the same space or if he spanks harder but it’s really overpowering. I yelp and squirm. And that’s really crazy because the squirming rubs my clit against his leg again and I feel a really confusing burst of pleasure mixed with the pain.

“You’re going to take the needle and my fingers at the same time. And when I tell you to come, you will come with the needle still in your skin.” Pain and pleasure, simultaneously. The combination was devastating. She continued circling my clit, while she filled the roses with colors. I felt the rush of adrenaline, circling through my body. My pussy clenched hard, but it was empty. At a point, my brain focused on the pleasure, limiting the amount of pain I was meant to feel. But sometimes, they blurred together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Please… Raven” I begged. I’m about to cum, I’m close,” I whimpered.

The first slap on her ass was a powerful smack that went clear through her body. Then a second one, a third and a fourth. Bree cried out, thankful he'd given permission. She couldn't control her reaction to the pleasure and pain. Her ass was inflamed now, heat spreading down to her thighs. Being on the receiving end told her more than any description could have. The effect on her body was intense, acute arousal that made her muscles clench with need. She could smell her own scent, feel the quivering of the walls of her cunt.

The heady mix of pain and pleasure overtakes my senses, intoxicating me like a drug. “More,” I gasp. He gives me what I ask for. Again and again, his hand lands on my ass as the loud crack of each swat cuts through the silence of the night. Every bit of pain is a catharsis. I deserve this. And then there’s the pleasure- I’ve never been this turned on, my body feels like it could combust from the heat flooding my veins.