Sadistic Novels & Stories

While waiting for you to accept my proposal, I'm going to make some money with my kitty. Then she left the room to Rose's delight. She fixed her locker and when she was done, she grabbed her little knife and left the room. When she arrived in the main room of the brothel, she saw Sandy doing the show. Everyone was watching her and some of the men were even masturbating. They were not allowed to touch her, just to watch. They were screaming like wild animals and soon they would be talking money to see who would spend the night with her. She left the bar, even more disgusted by so many things...

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?

He picked up the flogger again, this time with even more vicious intent. The leather cracked across their already ruined asses, thighs, and backs. Then lower, sharp strikes against the sensitive heads of their leaking cocks, their swollen balls, their abused nipples. Every impact made them scream and jerk, bodies overloaded with pain and the memory of his thick cock stretching them open. “You don’t get to come from my cock tonight,” Lucien snarled, eyes gleaming with pure sadistic delight as he watched them break. “You’re going to shatter untouched, just from the pain I feed you. Come like the extreme masochists you are, cocks dripping, holes empty and clenchi

"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.

“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.”

Our business is booming. In a business, it is expected that some shady stuff will happen. By shady, I mean people trying to steal from me and me capturing them and letting my man torture them until they break. My man is secretly a sadist, just as much as he's a masochist. It's sexy as fuck. A fucking turn-on. And anyway, I get to fuck his brains out after, because he gets so hard from all the adrenaline, and the pain infliction riles him up.

A keening, broken wail tore through the vast, empty house, echoing off the high ceilings like a wounded animal. I curled inward, pressing my forehead against the freezing stone, my small frame convulsing with violent, uncontrollable sobs. Five years of swallowed insults. Five years of letting a cruel, petty boy convince me I was a ruined charity case. Five years of letting a viper masquerade as my mother while living in the filth of their cold annex. "Mom..." I cried out, my fingernails scraping against the dusty marble, tears streaming relentlessly over my swollen, bleeding cheek, pooling onto the floor. "Dad... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I let them take everything..."

“W-what do you mean?” Arsenic smirked. It was so nice to see that frightened look. “B for bondage. D for discipline. S for sadistic. M for masochism. Isn’t it heard so fun just by imagining this kind of thing? What if we do that, Lyra? I am sure, you will like it. I am the best at it.” Lyra shook her head. “NO!! I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT! THAT IS DISGUSTING, ARSEN! DON’T EVER YOU DARE!”

"I'm quite accustomed to it. He is cruel to me all the time." "Really?" "Yes. He finds the ultimate pleasure in abusing me." "He abused you?!" "At every turn." Been living in a fast lane since his early adulthood, there was only a few which could surprise him, but what Blackthorne just heard stunned him. He knew that the duke was a cold, arrogant prick, but he never expected him to be a vile pervert. Looking at the sweet, innocent-looking woman next to him, he imagined the shame and the pain she endured at the hands of her master. Blackthorne was definitely not a moral man, and he might have broken hearts of too many women in his amorous adventures, but he never derived sick, disgusting plea

That would be even worse! “I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care to know,” I respond, trying to ignore any emotional feelings I have towards this particular matter. “He is sadistic, likely wanting me to feel worthless as a leader… break me down until I submit fully to him. Then? I dunno, maybe show me off like some trophy or kill me to make a point to the other packs…”