Sadist Masochist Novels & Stories

I screamed and cried, but he only grew more excited, more aroused by my pain. Gradually, something changed within me. The pain became pleasure, the abuse became ecstasy. I found myself craving more, needing more to reach that masochistic high. When Lily returned home, I was a changed woman. I had become a masochist, addicted to the sensation of being used and abused.

Either I will end up in a wheelchair or in a freaking coma! A sadist. That is what Zac told me about his twin. A sadist, a dominant, someone who likes controlling things, someone who takes pleasure in hurting his partner. My ex or those I played with before weren't into that kind of play, and while I have little knowledge about it, I have no idea how it works. The thought of Sebastian dominating me and hurting me should have made me run for the hills, but on the contrary, I felt excitement blooming inside me. I wanted to experience it. I want to explore that side of me.

I couldn't help but feel the lust rushing in my veins but I tried to control myself. "Ahh! Pinch my butt a little harder, doctor." Fino ordered me causing me to raise my eyebrows at him. So this is what Winston is trying to say, Fino is a fucking submissive and a masochist, he loves the pain, he enjoys every time he feels so much pain and I don't know why that idea fucking turns me on. Maybe being a sadist is one of my fetishes but I can't just let it out because I don't want to hurt Memo, but Fino is different, it seems like he wants me to hurt him. "Is this hard enough?" I asked Fino and added a little forced as I pinch Fino's smooth ass causing him to moan.

“Now you sound like Natasha. But she was no sacrifice to Lancaster’s degeneracy. She was his acolyte.” “She was his victim.” He made a noise of frustration—maybe even anger. And spun away from her. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear this.” He curled his hands into his hair. “Why won’t you understand? Can’t you see? I’m ruined and filthy and fucked up. I want the people I love to suffer. Because that’s what turns me on above all else. Control and pain and degradation.” “Yes. I know.” She steadied her breathing. Tried to meet the storm of his fury and pain with gentleness. “You’re a sadist and dominant. And yes, you’ve hurt me sometimes—”

His groan slides into my hole, zapping sensations through me, as he licks my flesh in round, soothing circles. FUCK!!! My skin calls to him like a siren song; a strong, irresistible pull arching my waist to his face. “I’m going to kill you, Tristan. Put me down!” I moan through gritted teeth. “You know what that tongue is doing to me. Stop turning me on, I don’t like what’s happening. Please, don’t touch me, I’m begging you. I used to love you then, but now I hate you!” “You’re a masochist.” His hot mouth wars with my sanity. “And you love it.”

I doubted my pornstar neighbor when she told me this but there’s bliss in a mixture of pains and pleasure. Wait…does that make me a sadist? I can only conclude it does. From what I learned about sadists they love a medley of the two different things; pain and pleasure. I never knew that I could accept this treatments at first. Never knew I could receive strokes, painful strokes and still have my pussy drip with liquid need. “Dawn…” Dima rattles and I look over to see his chest heaving. He’s holding himself, his cock.

He shook his head immediately as he mumbled my words under his breath, and I gently placed a bandage over his wound. “It's a game of pleasure and pain. Some people get pleasure from inflicting pain on others, and some get pleasure from receiving pain. They're called sadists and masochists. Sex and pleasure can be explored in different ways, Professor.” I explained with my hand still holding his arm, not wanting to let go and he didn't seem to notice my thumb stroking his hand gently. “What is it like?” He asked after a moment of silence and my brows raised in surprise at his question.

Maybe, just maybe, I’ve always been a masochist. And he’s perfect. My perfect sadist.

He desired to inflict stronger sensations and he knew that she would feel it as love. Because he was a sadist, and she was a masochist, they were the reflection of each other's monsters.

I had never even dreamed that the love of my life, who was my everything will do this to me. I kept my eyes down as I didn't wanted to see this hideous monster anymore. I loathe​ him with my whole heart now. He ruthlessly killed my best friend and even blackmailed me for his madness. He is a complete psycho. I never knew that the Xavier I know is this heartless!!