Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

I tried to convince her to rest, but Sadie snapped at me, "Are you just worried I'll outshine you? And we're supposed to be roommates!" She grabbed my bag and took my makeup without waiting for an answer. She dabbed my powder over her scars, and she winced from the sting. Sadie just had to know if she looked okay. Blinking back the pain in my eyes, I told her. "You look great. Who knows, you might even start a new makeup trend with this 'Scarred Beauty' look?" That made Sadie happy. Then the host announced Sadie's name. "Here comes the beauty from Aria Academy of Music, the girlfriend of Carl, the music whiz from Future Tech University!

Oh, Aaron you sadistic fuck-turd. He smirks at her and makes sure she has one damn morning with him which she'll remember forever. He keeps pounding her ever through her orgasm. The pure nature of his sadism made my entire body convulsive with excitement. I selected the right person to make this deal with, haven't I?

It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days. I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

I yell, thrashing to be released from my confinement. Maybe I should have kept my mouth fucking shut because it seems my voice triggers something dark inside her. She turns, and her eyes are completely white and glowing. Dangerous energy fills the room, sending alarm bells ringing inside my head. “Stop it?” she asks with a sinister smile. “I’m just getting started.” “Please stop,” Piper begs. “Hurt me, but please don’t hurt Calvin.” The laughter that comes from Sadie is cold, calculated, and chilling. It’s the kind of laughter that even full-ass grown men like me are afraid of.

“She’s still the same person who brought you flowers and read to you. She’s—” “—human.” “Jesus, Obsidian!” I stormed over to him and gripped his shoulders. “Not all of them are bad! Not all of them want to hurt you like—” He moved, cutting off my words. One second, we were standing and the next, I was on my back with him straddling me and his forearm resting across my throat. “I’m a sadist, Dev. Do you know what that means?” Obsidian rasped, his face inches away from my face. “I get off on causing pain.”

"I’m looking for the Dante who said we were our own ruin. Was that just another part of the script?" Dante turned then, and the look in his eyes made her breath hitch. It was the "Intimate Sadism" that defined him—a mixture of agonizing desire and a possessiveness so deep it bordered on the divine. He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides, stopping only when his chest was inches from her face.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck your wet pussy till you scream out my name and begged me to fuck you harder without stopping. Kim, what will be getting fucked is every fucking hole in your body.” My sadistic side getting the better of me, I squeezed one of her tits with a hard grip, making Kim cry out in pain. From there, I began smacking them, each time making her yelp as I whipped the mountains of soft flesh. The sound of flesh on flesh and her cries, the sensation of her beautiful breasts against my palm and fingers, and the sight of the forming welts turned me on beyond words. It was like they were stress balls, begging for abuse.

What…they wouldn't…I didn't think they would go that far, right? Oh God, Nat. You really are dumb. How could someone who had no qualms about killing someone and covering up not be able to do something much more despicable? “No, that's boring. She's already ugly. She can't get uglier. It would be like nothing to her.” One of them suggested. Meredith seemed to consider this and nodded. “How about we shave her head?” She asked excitedly and they all nodded, and clapped their hands excitedly.

Humiliating and painful as it had been and was, she remained defiant and firm in her resolve to not cave in to his ways. Myton felt his cock stirring as he ogled her neat little tits dangling beneath her, the narrow waist and the way it flared out to form her narrow hips. He liked too the sexy look of her expression, even in misery the girl was most attractive and, he had to admit, it added to the excitement for him to see a pretty girl in pain. “You will now beg me to fuck you. You will plead to be allowed to have my cock up you – say it white slut, beg me you filthy white whore.”