Wicked Wednesday : My Captain

OH MY...


A very original pairing, and freaking hawt as well! Kimmydonn's 'My Captain' made my mouth water and...other things I don't wish to specify. 


'My Captain' is all about Jasper's change and Lucy's impact on that change, both before as during.
In this story, Lucy is not just one of Maria's sidekicks, but a very gifted vampire. She has the ability to know and find exactly what she NEEDS. And in this case, she needs Jasper. 


At their initial meeting she is already drawn to him, despite the claim that Maria places upon him. So when she is asked to supervise his transformation, Lucy takes the term 'supervise' very loose.
Add in a jealous lover who is deadset on staking his claim and you get an insanely hot scene that would make better woman cream their panties. 


A short segment; 

I ran my hand down Jasper's arms, to his wrists, taking them, I knelt astride his knees, my skirts caught between us. I lifted his wrists to my lips, kissing and then lightly biting each. Licking up only a few drops of blood, I put the hand down, knowing my limits. I rolled each drop on my tongue. Fortunately, having fed recently, restraint was easy. My eyes found his, still pinched in pain. This wasn't working.

I put my lips to his chest again, my hands on his sides, my nails brushing. I wondered if light touches could even be felt through the pain. I remembered it. No vampire would ever forget it. Still, he seemed to respond, his muscles bunching and relaxing under my touch. My lips moved lower, finding the hair in the center of his belly, my tongue circling his navel. I unfastened his trousers, listening to his heavy breathing. Opening his drawers, I found what I was hoping to. He wasn't flaccid. He wasn't erect, either, but it wouldn't take more than... I ran the tip of my finger down his length, heard another sigh and watched the member perk and wobble.

"Jasper," I whispered, kissing the tip of him, tasting his fluid. It wasn't like the blood, saltier, thicker on my tongue. With him still in my hand, I licked his length, my tongue pressing hard, harder than any other woman's might have.

He groaned, not in pain. I could tell the difference now. I stroked his length, holding him lightly, not wanting to injure him, simply wanting him to find a way out of the pain. While I did, I nipped his leg, tasting the blood there, and repeated the bite on the other leg. I drew my teeth across the bone of his hip, lapping that closed as well. His blood made me wish mine still pumped; it would be boiling now. Tasting his blood one more time, I lifted my legs enough to pull my skirts out of the way.

I had to be careful. I'd never done this with a human. It would be easy to kill him. Still, if I was careful, and intent on his pleasure, I was sure I could manage. Straddling his hips now, I let my skirts fall, pooling around us. I put my mouth to his neck, licking the artery that Maria had pierced, the one still pumping his thickening blood. He sighed again, and I felt his hands on my hips.

"Yes, Jasper, I will." I dared to kiss his lips again. The blood there was faint now, no longer flowing. His tongue moved to enter my mouth, and I let it, tracing his lip and teeth with my own. His hands moved to my back, pulling at the laces of my corset.

I pulled back a little, feeling his hardness brush my thigh, careful not to lean on it. I met his eyes. They were hooded but not squeezed shut any longer.

"I want... to see you." His words were broken, and his throat rasped them out. He was probably thirsty, though nothing could quench that any longer.

Gripping the bodice of my dress in one hand, I tore it. My breasts sank slightly lower on my chest once freed from their confines.

He smiled. What strength would that have taken in this moment? I felt a tingle inside me at seeing it. I moved my hips, sliding his hardness to my entrance and moving to take him in me.

"Wait," he requested, and I stilled. He pushed himself up enough to take one breast in his mouth. The other was held in his hand.

"Oh, Jasper," I murmured, putting my hands behind his shoulders, holding him to me, taking his weight. He relaxed further, no longer clenching to hold himself up. I sat back at the same time, feeling him move into me.

My walls were spread by him, opening only as far as he required, holding him snug. I was careful not to squeeze him inside me, trying to focus on his lips on my breast instead.

"That feels amazing, Jasper," I told him, hoping my words would bring him more comfort. "You are amazing."

His teeth closed on my nipple, and I heard a crack. Pulling him back, I smelled blood, very little. He'd broken a tooth.

"Fool man," I chastised. "Why did you do that?"

Oh man! A kinky threesome with blood, a vampire in his transformation, and very graphic scenes...Who doesn't want to read that? *chuckles* Kimmydonn, awesome job on this fic, darling! I loved every word of it!!


That's it for me today. Keep it dirty, and I'll see you soon!


Shirley Out! 

Wicked Wednesday : More

Today's story is very, very short, but obscenely delicious anyhow. And you know how I get over those!

In 'More' by rubiconqueen, Emmett comes home one night to find a big, BIG surprise. The shock wears off relatively quick, and in return, Emmett will show his Bella exactly what he's got. YUM!!

Here's a short segment.

I turned the key in the lock, satisfied when it finally clicked open. The apartment was pitch black, the only light coming from the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. I staggered inside, exhausted from my flight and overjoyed at finally being home.

I didn't bother with the lights; just headed straight to the bedroom, eager to wash off the grime from the plane. I was not surprised to find the bedroom empty, knowing that Emmett was probably still stuck at the hospital. It was still a little early for him to be home.

I left a trail of clothes into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as it would go. After a long shower, I dried my hair and headed back into the bedroom, pulling on my robe as I went. The bed was still made on my side, while Emmett's side was obviously slept in, the covers twisted and thrown back. The sight brought a smile to my lips and made my heart clench a little at the reminder of how much I had missed him.

I went back out to the kitchen and found a note waiting for me on the counter.

Sweetheart

I am so sorry I couldn't be there to pick you up from the airport, or even be home to meet you. I got pulled in for an extra shift this evening. I should be home by 2. Wait up for me if you can. I missed you so much.

Love, Em

I glanced at the clock and saw I had about half an hour before he got home.

And I knew just what to do.

Twenty minutes later found me lounging back against the couch wearing nothing but the gladiator fuck me heels he loved so much. I knew how to make my man happy.

I left the lights off and simply watched the glow of the city skyline while I waited. My legs twitched in anticipation of Emmett's imminent arrival. I trailed a hand down my abdomen, ghosting across my mound, trailing a finger between my lips, feeling the wetness that had already gathered. The lock turned in the door and my breath hitched as it swung open.

"Baby? You home?" Emmett's voiced called out softly.

Ha! I'm so evil! I can't tell you everything about this story, so go read it now! NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK!!!

Until next week! Keep it Dirty!!

Salacious Out.

Wicked Wednesday: Giddy Up

The story I'm recc'ing today is merely a one shot, but what a delicious one it is! There isn't really a plot, since it's more like a snapshot from their lives.

In 'Giddy Up' by SweetDulcinea Jasper pretends to be a cowboy who presumed he could just put his horse in Bella's stable and stay there. The entire one shot is a long, single scene of their little porn game and damn, it's hot as hell!

So go check it out!

Here's a little taste;

"Howdy, ma'am," he drawls, and I hear the thick Texas accent he always slips into when he's home or around family. Years of living up north have toned it down, but it only takes one conversation with another southern native for him to fall back into it. Not that I mind; his sexy intonation and inflection are something I adore about this man.

"Well hello there," I smile back, trying not to stare at the way his lips are pulling up to one side around his smoke. That grin always kills me, and don't even get me started on the dimples…

I am one lucky bitch, I must admit, because even after five years together – two dating, one engaged, and two married – he always manages to surprise me in the best kind of ways. This vision of hot, wild sex just waiting to happen is only one example. Raking my eyes up and down his fine, masculine form, I can't help but linger on the hard lines of his muscles, the gorgeous cut of his abs, or the dark lines of the tattoo that flows down his left arm, almost to the elbow. If I ever met an angel, I'm fairly certain it would look like him.

Stubbing out his cigarette, he ambles across the room, causing my breath to quicken with each step he takes closer to me. Normally, I would be pissed about him smoking in the house, but I can see that this is part of his game. A sharp gust of wind makes the curtains dance, and I'm at least grateful for the fresh air that will defuse the scent.

"What's all this about?" I ask with a playful tinge in my words. "It's certainly a surprise."

"Well, you see, ma'am, I've been riding all day, and my poor Penny – that's my horse – she's needing a rest from the sun. I hope you don't mind that I put her up in your barn."

I smirk at his game, hardening my features to play along. "This isn't some motel for strays. Not my barn, and certainly not my home," I scowl.

With a remorseful pout, he tips his hat off his head, holding it over his heart. "I certainly didn't mean to impose, and I do apologize for my behavior. Could you think of some way I could make it up to you?"

"Put your hat back on," I order immediately, and his eyes widen.

"Excuse me?"

"The hat. I want it on."

"Even in the house, ma'am?" he asks with another devious smirk.

"Oh yes." With confidence, I yank out my ponytail and shake my long dark hair free. I reach out a finger and press it between his ribs. He follows my direction, taking a few sidesteps so that he's in front of the bed.

His pout returns, steel blue eyes seeking mine. "How can I make it up to you, ma'am?"

Wicked Wednesday : Temptation of Sin

Temptation of sin; now doesn't that sound wonderfully promising? It's the title of a new story by the wonderful Madam Akyria.

Jasper is the son of a pastor, who is completely taken by the new girl attending their church. Young Bella Swan in a temptress alright, and she takes over Jasper completely. His mind and body is with her, even if he doesn't want to, even if he pours gallons of burning, sinful alcohol down his throat.

The image of her haunts him, and what an image it is. Some pretty hot stuff, that's what I can guarantee.

~ ~ ~ 

"Hello, Mister Whitlock. Just how much have you had to drink?"
"Not that much, Miss Swan."

She comes closer to me, and I feel her cold hand on my warm cheek. "Your not a very good liar, Jasper."
I look up at her, very much ready to tell her that I wish to be alone. My eyes stop on her breasts, not even three feet from me. Her tank top is near sheer and it is noticeable that she isn't wearing a bra today.

"You're wound up too tight, Jasper. That is your problem. You need a release, and to unwind a bit."
Her hands slide up the inside of my legs. As much as I know I should tell her to stop, the words don't come out of my mouth.
As she straddles my lap and kisses my neck, I have no words to say, no denial. Why had I thought she was sin? I can't remember now.

Her fingers pop the buttons of my jeans, letting me finally breathe.
"I've waited a very long time for you, Jasper, and I won't be denied," she said as her lips finally found mine in a soul-binding kiss.
"I know exactly what you want to do to me, Jasper," she whispered in my ear. "There is so much more that I intend to do to you... after your hard cock slides unyielding into my pussy as you pound hard into me against that wall right there."

I should be aghast with the filthy words coming out of her mouth, yet I am not. It excites me, it makes me harder, it makes me desire her even more. I want to fill her to the brim, I want her to scream, I want to make her scream. Being in the courtyard as we are, anyone could walk by and see us. I was to take her inside to my room.

She's on her knees in between my legs and she draws my cock into her mouth.
"God."

~ ~ ~

Am I not positively evil for stopping the fragment there? I know I am. I just didn't want to ruin it for you guys. *winks*

Even though it's only one short chapter in so far, it has somehow managed to captivate me already.

So go read it now and leave Madam Akyria some naughty love.

Keep it dirty!

Wicked Wednesday: Awake in the Dark

 

Kitty Cullen-03 is an excellent writer. She has proven that time and again with stories such as One More Taste, One Final Taste, Control and so many more.  

As always, she has me on the edge of my seat for an update. It doesn't matter which story, as long as it is written by this amazing writer. The one that has captivated me most at the moment though, is Awake in the Dark.

Jasper has a successful business, where he provides certain 'services' for women in need of something more. The women that go to him, know of his strict rules and gladly accept the liberation he offers through the games he plays. Some of those rules are that the woman is to be blindfolded, and the room is dark. 

Bella is one of those women.

When Jasper sees Bella, he feels an instant attraction to her. Against his better judgement, he seeks her out and even dines with her. He offers her a false name, Peter, because he doesn't want her to know who her really is. Still, he agrees to see her on Friday, when he is Jasper. The real Jasper, who likes to hide away in the dark, because of scars more horrible to his own eye.


All too soon, the house of cards he built, threatens to collapse around him. What will happen when Bella finds out that the man she has been having mind blowing orgasms with, is also the Peter she has gotten to know on an entirely different level?

When I made it back to the bed, I straddled her. I had chosen a feather; soft, gentle and enough to drive anyone mad. I would make her cum with this feather. I started at her wrist and inched my way down her arms, her neck and her collarbone enjoying the way she was squirming underneath me. I made swiping motions from left to right across her chest, moving lower with each swipe. I could tell when I hit her nipples; she gasped and bucked against me. I repeated the action again. And again. And again. She was panting and jerking, fevered with need. I finally let up my assault on her breasts as I moved myself and the feather lower down her body. When I reached her hipbone, I repeated the action from above, moving further down until I was near her center. At this point, I had to use my hands to feel out my next move, sliding my fingers into her wet folds to find the right place. Moving the feather back to her breasts, I continued to work my fingers into her until she was arching and mewing for release. I bent down, placed my mouth at her entrance and licked upward-once. My fingers were still inside her and I could feel her clenching unrelentingly around me. "Jasper…Oh…" she cried, almost silent. I stilled, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. When she was finished, I pulled back. I imagined that her pale skin was flushed and she was smiling. I reached for my candle and lighter, because I had to find out.

I was right. And for the first time…I wanted to see her eyes. See if they were still hooded with the high of it all. But that was wrong, and I wouldn't. Reaching forward, I untied her quickly. She wasted no time in sitting up. I made my way to where her bra had landed, and then went to hand it to her. Angela had instructed her of this before hand; she was to dress. I would guide her to the door. End of story. But when I reached out and grabbed her shoulders to help her up, her mouth opened.

"Wait." Her voice was honey and velvet. Soft. Innocent. But this wasn't part of the bargain. I didn't wait. I pulled on her a little, urging her forward. "Please. I have a question."

 "I don't answer questions." I tried again to urge her forward, and this time she complied. When she reached the door, she paused again.

"I just wanted to know why you like the dark." And she was gone.

I loved every chapter of this story so far, and I'm positive I'll be absolutely blown away with the ones yet to come. Jasper is confident in his sexual capacities, but at the same time terribly insecure by his looks. The contrast is written so amazingly well, it simply took my breath away.


I also loved how well she wrote the web he's creating around himself. The little slips, or the fear and guilt of lying, along with the fear of being discovered. It's all there. 


And of course, this wouldn't be a Wicked Wednesday rec if the lemons weren't truly scrumptuous. Just in case, I'll rephrase "The fucking lemons are fucking delicious in all their fuckery!"


Go get your panties wet and leave KC some love! 


And like always..."Keep it Dirty."


Love,


Salacious S.

Wicked Wednesday: Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

SMUT! That's what Wednesday is all about. Often the smut is the main theme in stories I rec, but sex should not necessarily be the main theme. Today, I want to rec a story that blows me away for its original and mind blowing story line. A story line, that does NOT revolve around sex. Now don't start chewing out my ass just yet. I said it didn't revolve around sex, but that doesn't mean there aren't any damn yummy lemons concluded in the story. There are! And they are all sorts of delicious.

The story I want to talk about is 'Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never' by ericastwilight. In this fic both Bella and Edward are cursed. By kissing someone, they change the lives drastically without even meaning to.
Where Edward needs three kisses to be hated for the rest of his life, Bella's lips only need to meet with someone once to be loved forever.

I know what y'all are thinking. Poor Edward, right? Or maybe, 'what's so bad about being loved?' when it comes to Bella? Well, let me tell you. We aren't talking about puppy love here. It's an all-consuming, obsessive and fiery love that takes a hold of Bella's 'victims'. They stalk her, they starve themselves or worse, but whatever path they follow, they just can't stop loving her.

Guilt and fear are two emotions Bella is all too familiar with, and her main goal is to never let it happen again.

Then there's Edward. The boy who becomes the target of the most passionate hate. Well, when he kisses a girl one too many times, that is. His mother walked out on his father after that third kiss, and hates him with a passion. His father told him everything at a young age, making him understand the consequences. Now, Edward only serves his big head. To put it in his own words, "I, Edward Cullen, no longer kissed – I just fucked."

Things start going crazy when these two cursed individuals meet up. Suddenly, dreams of past lives resurface, and feelings they've never had for anyone, make it harder to keep their lips to themselves. Throw in Jasper as one of Bella's victim, a spiteful Alice and you got the recipe for disaster. Will they figure it out eventually? Or will the need to feel those soft lips destroy everything?

All the while, Alice and Jasper filled glasses with champagne and one with juice for Rosalie. We rose our glasses, clinking them together in laughter. My wonderful family mouthed, "To your happiness," at me, and I was sure that Edward saw them. His arm held on to me reassuringly as he whispered in my ear, "to us."
Jasper took my hand suddenly, pulling me from Edward's grasp. I laughed as he spun me around. His laughter was just as infectious as Alice's while she clapped happily. "All thanks to this pretty little lady," Jasper said.

I felt the air leave my lungs as his lips pressed against mine suddenly.
No.
No.
No.
Not again.
"No," Emmett cried out, prying Jasper away from me. "Jasper…fuck."

I watched as Jasper's eyes glazed over and his face softened. I held my hand over my mouth and shook my head. This couldn't be happening. "Bella, what's the matter?" Alice asked, unfazed.
She saw the kiss as nothing but an innocent peck between friends. With anyone else, I would've seen it that way, too.
 Emmett's face held a look of horror as his eyes passed over Jasper and then to Alice. "Oh, fuck. Not another one."

I sobbed, my fingers trembling as tears started to form. Alice grabbed Jasper's arm as he stared at me, a multitude of emotions passing through his eyes.
One.
Two.
Three.

Jasper knelt in front of me and grasped my hips. "Bella, I love you."
I sobbed again, shaking my head. I took a step back, but he followed.
"What the fuck, Jasper?" Edward asked firmly, pulling me away from him.

Jasper completely ignored him and kept looking at me. "Bella," he whispered.
"Do you two know each other?" Alice and Edward asked in unison. I could see the confusion and hurt in their eyes.
I shook my head. "No. The day his band auditioned was the first time I met him."
Edward pulled me closer to him. "Then why –"

"Bella," Jasper said oblivious to everyone else. "Do you know how long I've waited for you?"
I gaped and held back a sob as his eyes continued to lose focus. "Alice," I started. "I swear…I…fuck –"
I couldn't say anything to her that would make sense. What the fuck was I supposed to say? That I was cursed and now I had claimed my twenty-second victim?

"Tell me what's going on, Bella!" Alice said angrily. She watched as Jasper reached out for me again, but Edward pushed him back.
"Back off, Jasper," he said. "Look what you're doing to Alice. Get the fuck off the ground before I fucking kill you."
"Edward," I said, trying to calm him.

Edward turned to look at me, and I could see the same pain and betrayal in his eyes. "Not now, Bella," he snapped.
I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Watch it, Edward," Emmett hissed. "Don't fucking talk to her that way. They never met."
"Doesn't look that way," Alice whispered. Jasper got up on his feet and looked at me with longing and then at Alice. His eyes darted between the both of us, and I could see the war within.

His love for Alice and the love the curse made him feel for me.
It would destroy him eventually, just like the other three.
"Alice," I whispered, but I had no idea what to say to her. "I'm sorry."
"You should be," she growled. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the room.
"Fuck, Rosalie," I said as my breathing hitched. "Go make sure she gets a cab. She's been drinking."
Rose nodded and left.

"Alice," Jasper said, taking a step toward the exit. "I need –" He stopped himself and returned his gaze to me. "What's going on?"
"I'll tell you what's going on," Edward hissed. "You pretty much just tore my cousin's heart out and declared your love to my Bella."
"I…I –" Jasper stuttered, but was unable to say anything.

"Emmett, you know what to do," I said quietly. Emmett nodded, pulling Jasper back.
"I don't want to go," Jasper said. He looked lost as the war continued behind his veiled eyes.
"Jasper, Alice needs you," I whispered.
"I know, but I…I can't leave you either."
I shook my head and sobbed. "No, Jasper. You have to go."
"But…" Jasper said as he took a few steps back, unable to fight off Emmett. "It hurts."

I sobbed again as tears fell down my cheeks. "Why are you crying?" Jasper asked, just at the door of the room entrance.
"Because, Jasper, it will only get worse."
"I love Alice, but I love you, too," Jasper said. Edward growled behind me, his fingers digging into my hip.
"Leave, Jasper," Edward said coldly.
"Come on, Jasper," Emmett said gravely. Jasper nodded and finely conceded to leaving. He took one last look at me before turning to leave. "I'll get him home."
"Thanks, Em," I whispered.

This story is a real must-read. It's mysterious, intriguing, and has a lot of twists. The idea is original and absolutely captivating. I enjoy this story very much, and I am sure a lot of you will too. So go read it now.
ericastwilight is doing an amazing job on this fic, so leave her some love while you're there.
I, for one, know that I am anxiously awaiting an update. I just know these two very special people have a lot more mysteries to unravel, and I'll be on the front row the entire time!

See you all next week, and like always, 'Keep it dirty!'.

*Salacious wink*

Wicked Wednesday: In You, I Am Complete

It's Wednesday again, and I'm here to bring you SLASH. Why would it have to be girl/boy all the time? There are some pretty amazing slash fics out there, who need some recognition as well. Today, I'm bringing you 'In You, I Am Complete' by Bbebar.

This story was rec'd to me by a friend, and am I happy to have found it! So thank you, JasperLuver48 for guiding me in the right direction. Here goes,

Edward wakes up confused and disoriented at a time where he would rather still be sleeping. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, the feel of a hard, firm body next to him makes him remember all that came before.

His landlord and boss Peter had taken advantage of him, always lowering his pay and making it impossible for him to live. Alice, his best friend who he accidentally kissed once in a drunken stupor, claims to know the perfect job for him.

A perfect job, indeed, because Edward has to show off his naked body in her art class. It doesn't bother him much though, because the pay is good and hey, he isn't all that bad to look at. That's until a certain blonde walks in.

Edward has to hide behind the curtain to hide his prominent 'appreciation' of the new arrival. The guy appears clueless at first, texting away on his phone. Only when he smirks at Edward's nervous behaviour, does Edward know that this handsome man knows exactly what he's doing.

After class, he is left to get dressed, while the students file out. In the dark, he tries to find his way out, when a voice stops him. There's no mistaking who it is and when Jasper ask him about their undeniable attraction to each other, Edward is in no shape to deny it.

They go back to Jasper's place for some...painting. Body painting that is. And what a wonderful experience it turns out to be. A very deep connection is made, one from which neither of them will ever be able to turn away. Or so I hope, because I got a review reply from Bbebar which states that there is more to come on this journey. And I can honestly say, I'm waiting anxiously to find out more about the 'deep-rooted' passion between these two.

~ ~ ~

He must understand the things I am unable to speak because I see something flash in his eyes. He closes the distance between us, and I am frozen with anticipation and need unlike anything I've ever felt. Jasper takes my hand and leads me over to a chaise lounge that rests in one corner of the open room. What the fuck? I thought only shrinks had those things.

I quirk an eyebrow in question. "If you're not too tired from class, I'd love to paint you, Edward," Jasper declares while gently threading his fingers through mine. All of a sudden, it feels like I'm in that scene from Titanic. While it seems somewhat cheesy for me to pose here, the boy has skills so who am I to argue? I turn towards the chaise intending to lie down when I feel a hand grip my shoulder from behind.

Jasper steps in close until the entire length of his body is pressing along mine. My body begins to shake with want. I feel warm breath on my neck just before he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs gently. Whispering into my ear, he says, "And I want to paint you naked." Well fuck me sideways, that's hot. I really am in Titanic, only boys get to go motherfucking first in this version.

Jasper nods toward the chaise then turns away, presumably to get his supplies. As quickly as possible, I yank off my jeans and hoodie, trying my best to find a sexy position. That shit ain't as easy as you'd think. What Einstein thought it was a good idea to make a sofa without arms?

Right as I'm about to junk punch the stupid sofa wannabe, I hear Jasper approaching. I gasp aloud when I see him. He's removed his shirt and now stands before me in nothing but skinny black jeans, tattoos and a paintbrush. "Ready?" he smirks.

I manage to peel my eyes off his lean muscular chest long enough to nod. I'm pretty fucking proud of myself for that shit. I mean the boy is beautiful. I want to mount him on a wall in a museum, title him 'Perfection', and charge motherfucking admission. He's that gorgeous.

Jasper continues walking towards me instead of the nearby easel. "Your canvas is that way," I point, silently willing him to change direction so I can check out his ass. At thoughts of that ass, my cock starts to swell. I hear a loud hiss as Jasper suddenly notices my erection. Who's smirking now, bitch?

He continues making his way towards me. "Now, why would I want to paint on a boring white canvas when I have all this gorgeous pale skin right in front of me?" With that, I feel the first brush stoke along my exposed left side. I can't help the groan that escapes my lips. This feels even better than Jasper's imaginary lines in class. I close my eyes to absorb the sensation, and I feel another feather like stroke cut across my stomach, stopping to swirl around my belly button. My back arches up on its own accord.

"Easy, babe. I've got a lot of skin left to paint," With that, he brushes across to my right nipple, quickly flicking the bristles back and forth causing it to harden. The feeling is sensational. Now I get why Alice goes on endlessly about the joys of nipple play.

Thankfully, before any more thoughts of Alice infiltrate my brain, I feel the brush moving up the column of my throat. Jasper paints short, quick strokes over my neck. My cock is jealous of Adam and his fucking apple. I am on fire up and down my entire body, and he still has yet to touch me with his hands. "Jasper," I pant, "please…" not even sure exactly what it is I'm begging for. I just know I need more; more of this, more of him, more of everything.

"Do you like how your painting is coming along, Edward?" Jasper teases, continuing his slow descent towards the peen, which at this point would detach itself from my body and fly into his mouth if it could. That's how excited it is.

"I need you to touch me, Jazz," I beg, trying to thrust upwards towards him. My cock twitches as it thinks it's finally going places.

"Babe, I plan to touch every single inch of that beautiful, flushed skin of yours, inside and out. But first, I have to sign my painting," I hear him say just as I feel the brush trail along the length of my shaft. A long stroke is needed for that shit. Just saying. He begins to swirl the bristles around my tip, creating glistening trails of precum paint.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good, Jasper," I moan, squeezing my eyes shut in pleasure.

~ ~ ~

Like I said, they go home for some *coughs* painting. Anyway, I really like this story a lot. I loved seeing Jasper's effect on the otherwise arrogant Edward in this story. I told you about the reply and I really do hope, she continues this. But should she not, don't think it's unfinished. The one-shot ended perfectly, with a sense of completion and belonging. Isn't that what love is? Belonging to the person who completes you? 

Alright, straying off topic, here. So, all I can say now is, "Go read it.". It's really good. Besides, who can say no to not one, but two pieces of hunk you just want to sink your teeth into? RAWR. 

Have a hot, panty-dropping Wednesday! And see you next week. And like always, 'Keep it Dirty'. 

Salacious Out! 

Wicked Wednesday; Magories

Hot damn! Don't look at me like that. Once you've read this one-shot, you'll be saying the same thing. HOT DAMN! 

A big, fat warning to all of you; NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK! However, please do read it when you lack inspiration in the shower, bedroom, living room and maybe even the kitchen, for those daredevils out there. 

In  'Magories' by Madam Akyria, Jasper leaves the Cullens. Alice had foolishly shared a vision with him and then given him an ultimatum. Lucky for us, obedient Jasper grows a backbone and gets the hell out of dodge. 

Once he's reunited with Peter and Char, he comes to realize that Alice is nothing but a manipulative little Tinkerbell. Well maybe not in those words, but it comes down to it. 

Jasper quickly gets comfortable living with Peter and Char again, even though he doesn't follow their diet. With his beautiful amber eyes still in full force, he goes with his roomies to a reenactment of his glory days. He's feeling mighty proud in his authentic costume that he dusted off for this sole occasion, when all of the sudden something shifts. 

He's not breathing, opting not to smell the human stink all around him and avoiding temptation. Thankfully, that doesn't affect his hearing though and the whispering of his name catches his attention. Allowing himself a quick whiff, there is no doubt at who the person is. 

Yep,that's right, Bella Swan herself, but in an upgraded immortal version. Despite Peter's warning, he gives into the draw he feels towards her and leaves with her. That's when her inner darkness makes itself known and provokes The Major! 

Who will win the battle for control that follows? The Major in all his delicious glory, or the red-eyed newborn that released him from his cage?

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I thrust once more into her, and her head moved back. She was such a good girl. I shifted slightly, my grip upon her hips tightening as I pulled her harder against me. God, I love newborns, I love their strength. I slammed back into her warm body. My head tilted back in rapture, letting all her pleasure flow through me. I let out a low groan as her lips parted and I heard her utter a soft whimper of delight. My hand came down on her ass hard and fast. "Not a word Isabella!"

"I'm sorry Jasper" I heard the smile in her voice. She was actually enjoying my attentions so I spanked her again, my hand coming back down on her ass.
I slid into her once more and she was wet, warm and tight. She was almost too tight for me. She was perfect.

That commands that flew from my lips, came as easily as when I had used commands decades ago when I trained newborns for Maria in Texas. I had not lost that; it came back to me with ease.

She had yet to start begging. Her will was too strong; I wanted her to disobey, to make noise so I could punish her. Come on Bella. Make some noise. Beg for more.
I fed more need and pleasure into her and finally she caved. Her fingers intertwined with the sheets, her back arched off her bed, her head went back and a low whimper burst from her lips. "Jas-per, please."

And there it was... she had just given me a reason ...to punish. I pulled out of her and she whimpered at the loss. I sat up on my knees.

"You moved Isabella and you spoke when I told you that you were forbidden to do so! Get on your hands and knees." When she did not immediately move as I commanded I added "Now!"

She rolled over fast as she got on her hands and knees. Her forehead pressed against the mattress, she was resting on her forearms with her ass in the air toward me. It was almost the perfect position. I smacked her ass as I barked out an order.
"Wrong, Isabella!"

I watched as she moved her legs further apart. I smacked her ass harder. "More Isabella!" She spread her legs further apart for me. She was so wet, and wanting me as I felt her lust slam into me again. It took so much not to slam my cock into her hot wet pussy again and again. However she had disobeyed me so there had to be consequences. I demanded that of myself as much as I demanded that of her.
The soft whimper of ‘please' that slipped from her mouth was the last act of defiance I would take from her.

"You Isabella will learn to take orders. If I forbid you something you will not complain, you won't say a fucking word; you won't utter a fucking noise. I have had enough of your blatant disrespect and defiance. I will not tolerate it a second longer!"

I watched her mouth open and then close once more. She would not look at me. That order she had obeyed, likely because she did not wish to look at me.
I moved her hair off her shoulder, using the speed that all of my kind possess. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, pushing my venom into her, and creating a reminder to show her to whom she belonged. She attempted to move, but I pinned her arms down and moved her to the edge of the bed. She would learn her lesson the hard way... the only way that she obviously could learn, through my actions alone. I pulled her arms down, holding them at the arch of her back with my right hand, my left hand went to the back of her head, and I pulled it up slightly.

"First order of business Isabella, nothing comes out of your fucking mouth unless I tell you directly that you may. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Major."

"Good, second order you are not to move, no part of your body is allowed to move. Do you understand me?"

"I understand Major."

"Very good. Are you ready for your punishment?"

I watched her as she made no noise and stayed completely still. I asked her again and I got the same response.

"You're learning."

I stood at the foot of the bed in between her legs. I once more dove into her emotions. What seemed like bliss would soon turn into agony for her.
I kept her teetering on the brink of ecstasy for the next hour.

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Wow, that part just about killed me! Now say it with me, "HOT DAMN!" 

It gets even yummier, so hold onto your panties tightly, ladies, before you spontaneously combust. 

This one-shot completely blew my mind. I know it's not a multi-chapter story, but come on, you can see the appeal, can't you? Madam Akyria wrote one drool-worthy, nasty, durty as hell little story here, and she deserves the credit for her panty-dropping genius. 

Now, stop wheezing over what you read earlier and read it in its complete brilliance. 

This was Salacious S' Wicked Wednesday. See y'all next time, and remember, ladies..."KEEP IT DIRTY!".

Peace out. 

Wicked Wednesday: The Training School

Salacious S is in the house!

Hey everyone, this is my first Wicked Wednesday, since I switched days with Scandalous S. I am very excited about this, because I, like every healthy hot-blooded woman, just love all those naughty, dirty-as-fuck fics. A warning first! The story I'll be talking about is under no circumstances suitable for minors. So if you haven't reach the ripe age of 18 yet, then please go find something else to do!

To all you ripe and horny women out there, this story contains dark and BDSM themes. Hold on to your floggers, girls, because this is going to be one wild and nasty ride!

In 'The Training School' by TheSpoiltOne and Footroza - two very talented ladies, Bella gets sent away by her boyfriend. He doesn't just send her anywhere. No, he enrolls her in Carlisle Cullen's Training School. James wants Bella to become his slave after marriage. Bella is unaware of his intentions. All she knows is that it will make her a 'better wife'. Instantly, she is thrust into the world, she is supposed to become a part of, when Carlisle and Esme 'welcome' her into the school. 

Things only get worse from then on. Humiliation, punishment, and submitting to the Dom's every whim, are only a fragment of the issues Bella has to deal with. Threats directed towards Bella's family, keep Bella silent and obedient. These don't come from the respectable owner, or teachers in the fine establishment she is staying. But from her boyfriend James, who is starting to get impatient with the prolonged absence of his 'slave'. 

Of course, not all is bad. Bella finds herself liking a lot of aspects, concerning her training. She has made some friends and finds herself falling for one certain, handsome and sexy Dom.

Edward isn't immune to her charms either and when all hell threatens to break loose, he will do anything to keep her safe.

 

Edward moved to the top of the table and ran his fingers through my hair. It felt so good. I trusted him. He leant down and kissed my chin. “I want you to come as much as possible tonight, Isabella. Your orgasms belong to me. Will you give them to me?” he asked, his eyes were gentle and kind.

“Yes,” I managed to whisper out, forgetting I wasn’t allowed to talk. But before I could panic about making that mistake Edwards lips pressed against mine.

“Good girl.” He said, standing straight up again, his voice changing, obviously remembering where he was and what he was doing. “Angela, come here.” I saw Angela move to the table. “I want you to suck and tease her nipples and play with her clit. You will get her off as much as possible. You will not stop unless I tell you to.”

Oh, fuck I wasn’t expecting this. I felt Angela’s mouth on my breast, and my eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head as her fingers slid down my clit and pumped me. I could hear Edwards voice.


“Ben, isn't that beautiful?” Edward said, “Do you want to see her come?” I was getting more and more turned on. I don’t know why I wasn’t embarrassed, but I wasn’t worrying about the people around me watching.

I pretended it was Edward’s mouth and fingers on me, pumping my pussy, getting me wetter. I felt my mouth go slack as I could feel my stomach tighten at the sensations.


“Help Angela. I want your mouth on her nipples and your fingers in her beautiful, tight pussy.” I heard Edward tell Ben.


I didn’t open my eyes, I just let the sensation wash over me as I felt Ben and Angela both sucking and grazing their teeth over my nipples. I felt fingers on my clit, I assumed they were Ben’s, and that was all I needed to send me over the edge.


“Fuck yes,” I heard Edward, “Come for me, beautiful. Come for me now!” he demanded. My mouth opened and my whole body spasmed and shook. Angela and Ben increased their efforts and I hadn’t even come down from my first orgasm when Edward spoke, “Again! Come again. Fucking scream now!”


Edward being so commanding just sounded so fucking hot, I couldn’t help but scream as my breasts pushed more into Ben and Angela’s mouths.

“Hold her legs up, at the knee.” Edward commanded. Their fingers pulled out of my lips, I was relieved as I didn’t know how much more I could take, I was getting so sensitive. I watched as Ben and Angela each grabbed a leg each and held my legs apart, spreading me for Edwards gaze. I almost came again at the expression of pure lust on his face.

He bent down in between my legs and kissed my stomach. My breathing becoming uneven again. Oh, my god was he going to put his mouth on me? Fuck.

“I'm going to give you the honor of my tongue. Do you want that, Bella? Do you want my tongue lapping at your delicious pussy? Answer me.” Edward purred. Fuck, he was climbing higher not lower.

“Yes! Please, yes!” I begged.

“Tell me. Use the words.” He commanded.

I didn’t even hesitate as I begged him, “Lick my pussy! Please!” I sobbed, my back arching I needed him. Edward had turned me on so fucking much by playing with me, talking to me. I felt his erection through his jeans and I suddenly didn’t want to play anymore. Edward must have sensed my distress as he kissed down my stomach and spread my lips and stuck his tongue in my aching pussy. I almost came there and then as he pulled away slightly before attacking my clit. Fuck, my breathing was laboured it was all too much.

“Come on my fingers!” he commanded, before sticking his fingers in.

“Edddwwaarddd.” I screamed pulling against the restraints trying to get free.

“Mine,” I heard as he started attacking my pussy lips and biting my clit gently. I was almost sobbing from all the sensations. “This is all mine. It belongs to me. Your pleasure is mine!”

“Yours,” I couldn’t help agree.

“Again,” he demanded. Oh, God. “If you are mine, you will come again now!”

Edward being forceful was so fucking hot. He sucked hard on my clit and it immediately sent me over the edge. I tensed up, closed my eyes and screamed out. Fuck! 

This story is truly amazing. It has a great, solid plot, lemons in almost every chapter and a beautiful connection between Edward and Bella. The emotions that Bella and Edward experience have been written so well, you can actually imagine yourself in their shoes. Although, I honestly admit to liking the James chapters less, they are necessary for the story and only strengthen the plot. The story is airtight from all angels. And it's truly amazing. This story is a real must-read, so do it now! 

See you all next week for more sexy times! 

Keep it dirty!

Salacious S

The Substitute brings you the story of the week : Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Finally, life has managed to catch up with all of us. Therefore none of us managed to post in time. Instead of just posting a sexy story for 'Wicked Wednesday', I'm bringing you the story of the week.

This is the first time, we've ever done something like this and our standards are naturally high. The fic must meet all requirements and must fit in each category. I didn't even have to think about it, because there is one story that can make me laugh, go 'aw', pant and even cry. And that story is 'Once Bitten, Twice Shy' by lifelesslyndsey.

A bitter vampire, who can't let go of his past as an angel, moves into a cat-infested home. On his search for supplies, oddly enough, for the stray cats, he runs into Bella. She instantly recognizes him for what he is and verbally acknowledges him, not even caring whether or not he will kill her for the slip.

Bella isn't the shy girl we know from before. Life has hardened her and now, she is a won't-take-shit-from-no-one-so-cut-the-bullshit tough girl. That is, if she even cares. Because indifference is high on her list of characteristics as well. Sarcastic remarks are not uncommon, when it comes to her and to Peter, she is an enigma.

He has been alone for too long, and his social skills are limited to visiting the sick in order to convince them to freely offer themselves as his next meal. Noble, but to Peter it will never be enough. He was once a creature of God, an angel who served his Lord obediently and lived for centuries with the morals and knowledge, that now condemn him. Besides those limited human contacts, he talks to one special cat; a small, ugly, wrinkly thing that lovingly gets named Peen by Bella.  Even though Peter originally named him Cat.

After that encounter at the grocery store, Peter becomes intrigued by the human that finds it necessary to put up surveillance around her house and obsessively scrubs her floors, while popping pills like candy. Of course, he doesn't stay undetected and when Bella invites him in, a strange friendship grows between the odd pair.

A road trip will only strengthen the bond that has already been formed. Although both scarred and troubled, they are complete opposites of each other. And in each other, they find their missing pieces. They find love.

But will they get their happy ever after?

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I had found that Bella was a Toucher with a capitol 'T'. She was one who touched as often as she wanted to, and loved to be touched in return like some sort of affection starved abandoned cat. And I would know, now wouldn't I? The first few weeks were rather disconcerting, so often did I find her suddenly in my expansive personal space. But she popped that fucking bubble in a heart beat. Soon, I was only all to fucking happy to obliged. It was nice touching something you weren't going to kill in a few minutes, I had to admit. She smiled, and leaned into my hand, and I forced myself to viscously stomp down the happy-growly feelings that that insisted on burning inappropriately inside me. Now was not the time. Never was the time to burn for Bella. Those were sins meant for mortal men alone, and not identity challenged Vampires Angel hybrids, who found themselves on the bad side of God by a series of unfortunate circumstances.


"I'm waiting for you to say 'May the power of Christ compel you!'" She giggled, looking up at me from around my wrist.


"What?" I blurted out, tearing my hand away."What? No. Uh...I brought your favorite." Well wasn't that smooth? Of course she wasn't talking in the literal fucking sense. I needed to get my shit together.
She peeked up at that, "Karmel Sutra?"


I held up the ice cream, grimacing at the name. Humans. They were all heathens. I was, at this point, no better of course. Bella had done me a world of bad, and I couldn't find it in myself to regret it. As long as I kept on the right line of Mild Sexual Deviant, I could live with my new and inappropriate thoughts. "And the pickle chips you like, you weird little freak."


"Says the vampire to the human," She said in a sing song voice, turning the key and grabbing up her fallen purse. "Tuesdays suck harder then a well paid prostitute."


"You say that every Tuesday." I reminded her, chucking her food-crap on the breakfast bar. The kitchen smelled of bleach and Windex, and not a little blood."Did you cut yourself on something?"


Bella's shoulders tensed, the only tell in her occasional obliteration of the whole truth. I never got the feeling she was lying to me, more that she was omitting details. But I couldn't bring myself to pry. She'd tell me what she wanted to anyway. I was as happy with our situation as I was going to get, considering I spent a large portion of it in a constant fucking state of confusion. And hard-ons.

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When she kissed me this time, it was different from the frantic kisses pressed to my face, or the kiss shared in her drive way a month ago. She kissed like she meant it, with passion and fury, and insinuating hands digging into my hair. I could feel her tears on my face as she kissed me harder, legs wrapping around my waist. I had never done this before, how had I never done this before? But I knew, had it been any other, any one besides Bella, it would not have been the same.


"Never, ever scare me like that again," She breathed, and I wiped away her tears with my finger tip.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, because I really didn't know, and that scared me, and this scared me, her in my lap, and me in her bed, and the smell of blood and death, and Walter fucking Freedmont still heavy in the air. She clung to me harder.


"I'm crying?" She asked, touching her face, and a little smile turned up her lips, "I...I haven't cried in years."
"Why now?" I whispered, because she whispered, even in the empty house, as if speaking out loud would ruin the strange kind of trance we had found ourselves in.


"I...I can't lose you too." She murmured, "Your suppose to be invincible, your not suppose to leave me. Don't leave me."
"I won't," I promised, resting my chin on her head, "All this..."I began to say, but I didn't know what the fuck to say, so I stopped, but I had already spoken, already broke the string that bound us to the moment.
"Oh," She blushed, attempting to scramble back and off my lap, but I held her anyways, and would continue to do so till I could no longer, "Um...I'm sorry...I know...it makes you uncomfortable."
 "I'm not uncomfortable," I assured her, "Confused...I don't...what does this mean? For us...this is...Very friendly."I finished lamely, but she seemed to understand. "This is-"


"I like you." She interrupted, looking me dead in the eye, "And I haven't liked anything in a very long time. I haven't been...capable of liking. Of hating. Of feeling anything. But I feel for you, even through all the pills and the...walls...I've built and last night was just to fucking scary to pretend that what I feel is purely...friendly. Thats why I was afraid of getting of the pills...if I like you now...but I'm mortal, I don't have forever, and I didn't want to lie to myself, and I'm sorry...I know that you don't-"


"I like you too." And hadn't I said as much to Cat just a month ago? "I've never liked anything. Anything at all. And your confusing, and your rude, and loud, and messy, and you have some serious OCD issues, and I like you, and I miss you more then I should when I go home...and..." I tapered off, suddenly uncomfortable by my verbal vomit of admittance.


She grinned against my mouth as she spoke, "We like each other."
"Apparently," I murmured back, allowing the happy-growly feelings burn as hot as they wanted inside me, finding no need to viciously stomp them down into nothing, "A Vampire with an identity crisis, and a jaded, medicated human, each with a laundry list of idiosyncrasies."
"What a pair we make," She smiled.

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"You're not supposed to tuck in the shirt. You look like a band geek. A sexy hot band geek, but that's not the point. Only band geeks and IT people tuck dress shirts into jeans." Bella stepped forward, pressing against my back and unceremoniously shoving her hands into my pants, to pull my shirt loose.


There was no way on Gods green, over-populated, populated earth I was going to admit that the proceeding erection was in any way, shape or form, my fault.
She was the one who shoved her hands in my pants.


And there it was in three point eight seconds, my freakishly hard dick, clearly visible in the tight jeans, reflected in eight fucking mirrors. I could feel Bella's mouth curl up into a smile as she pressed her face into my back, and damn that felt good. I could feel my wings shudder beneath the skin as Bella's hand slid slowly out of my pants, her palms hot against my stomach.


The words fell out of my mouth faster than I could fathom. I was fairly sure that I had said them before I had even thought them, but the point was, I had said them. They had been said.
"Dressing room. Now."


She had my hand in hers, tugging me along before I could register that I had just propositioned Bella in public. And that she was down for it. As if she wouldn't be.
It was Bella we were talking about.


I let her man handle me, bending to her every push and pull, till I found myself behind the dressing rooms locked doors, seated and mounted. Bella's mouth was on mine, hot fingers scrambling at my buttons. She toes off her ballet flats against my shins, knees hugging my thighs tightly. Her urgency was contagious, and I had to fight myself not to rip her shirt of her body, tugging up at the hem instead till she raised her arms. Her bra was the same midnight blue as the damned silk boxers. She reached around; one hand unclasping it as I slid it from her arms, dropping it to the floor.


It was frantic, the keen awareness that we could be caught, caught up in the electricity that always seemed to crackle between us. We grasped at each other, always touching like it was the first time and the last, like we hadn't just gotten off on our mouths and tongues and fingers hours before. She ground down on me, hips moving in torturous pulsing circles. The silk was maddening, combined with the heat of her body. My cock was still caught on my thigh, wrapped in sweet, delicious friction; I couldn't help but buck upwards as she pushed down.


It was a parody of sex, but damn it felt good. I wanted…fuck, I wasn't sure what I wanted, but the pressure and the heat it was too much and not enough. I could feel the dampness of her jeans against my own, and I felt myself shudder, hands grappling to pull her close. I couldn't touch enough of her, couldn't reach enough of her when it felt like she was tearing through my skin and crawling up into my soul, where all her kisses felt hotter, and her touch ripped through me like the sweetest kind of pain.


Bella pushed at the arms of my button-up, shoving it hastily from my shoulders. I worked a frantic hand between us, yanking the button and zipper loose and pulling my cock free of the silky confines of the boxers. I groaned at the sheer, instantaneous relief. Bella slid from my lap, half way to sinking to her knees, when I caught her at the hip, hands sliding around to cup her ass.


Oh fuck, I wanted...
Wanted.


Never one for prolonged eye contact, I looked away as I slid the zipper of her worn-in jeans down, the sound screaming in my ears. Her hand was warm, wrapped around my wrist like a question mark at the end of a question that wasn't asked out loud.
"I...want this."

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If you are still not convinced, I don't know what will. All I can say is that you won't be able to get a grip on this story. Whenever you think you've got it figured out, something else happens to throw you off balance again. It will keep you interested, because of the way it is written and the well-timed surprises. 

The story line is simply brilliant. The theme is original and interesting. The characters, although odd at first, will weasle their ways into your hearts and you will feel everything they do. 

Not often has a story gripped me, like 'Once Bitten, Twice Shy' has done. 

This story is a MUST-read! Go read it now! 

That concludes this week's special. See you all on Monday. 

Love, 

Salacious S.

Wicked Wednesday: The Submissive by tara sue me

Wicked Wednesday Teases You With:

The Submissive by tara sue me

::Side Note::

This story is NOT safe for work, or readers under the age of 18.

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Can Bella Swan warm and win the heart of dom, Edward Cullen, while living out her darkest fantasy? ADULT THEMES

Wicked Wednesday: All of Me by flibbins

Wicked Wednesday Teases You With:

All of Me by Flibbins

This story is NOT safe for work, or readers under the age of 18.

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"Bella lives to serve her Master. It can be tedious at times, titillating at others, but always, her world revolves around his. Come take a peek at the trials and triumphs in the life of a 24/7 consensual slave and find what happens when outside forces threaten to expose her lifestyle."

Please note that this story contains graphic language, graphic sexual situations and is only intended for a mature audience. The BDSM relationship described herein is entirely consensual, but may be offensive to some readers. Read with caution. OOC, AU/AH

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It felt like the blare of the alarm clock came just moments after I’d closed my eyes to sleep. But in reality, it had been three hours. All the same, I wanted to ignore the noise and roll over so I could find sleep again. Except that just wasn’t an option. I was to rise as soon as I heard the alarm clock sound.


My muscles were stiff as I sat up and slid from beneath my covers. But that was to be expected as I’d spent my brief period of sleep on the floor at the foot of my Master’s bed. And the pallet of blankets I had lain on wasn’t quite thick enough to entirely cushion my body. That said, I was grateful to my Master for the cushion they did provide as I’d spent some nights without even that comfort.


Most mornings I woke up in Master’s bed as he was a very generous and kind Master. Occasionally I slept on the floor or in the room that Master provided me down the hall. A few times I slept in a dog kennel, but I preferred not to discuss what I’d done to earn that punishment.


I moved into my standard kneeling position beside the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. In my kneeling position, my knees were spread wide with my big toes touching each other, ass resting against my heels, toes curled under. My back was straight, chest out with my arms behind my back, each hand grasping the opposite wrist. The collar I wore kept me from completely lowering my head, but my eyes were trained on the floor, jaw relaxed, lips parted. I was always open and available to my Master.

I was naked but for the steel collar and wrist cuffs which I almost always wore when I was with my Master in his house. The collar I wore was attached to a short leash that had been tethered to a ring at the base of the bedpost last night and this position forced me to strain slightly and pull the leash taut. It was not especially comfortable against my neck, but I waited without complaint, hoping that Master did not hit the snooze button on his alarm this morning. In the past when I’ve displeased Master, he has removed several links from my leash as punishment. That was a workout for my back as I couldn’t sit upright, and was forced to bend forward slightly and hover with my lower back muscles burning. But I wasn’t complaining. I’d earned the punishment when I cut my exercise routine short and Master’s punishment quickly illustrated that my body could benefit from additional endurance and strength training. I’ve never skimped on an exercise session since.

The alarm clock was still sounding when my Master stirred beneath his covers. He silenced it and sat on the side of the bed for a moment before getting up. Master had gotten no more sleep than I had last night and he had to go to the office today. At least I had the luxury of staying home. Master was a prominent plastic surgeon in his own private practice. Most of the work he did was performed right in his own facility, though he had hospital privileges in the event of a problem or a particularly complicated case. He had grown his client base over the years as his reputation grew and had hired on several associates to do much of the “slave labor” as he liked to call it, prepping patients for surgery, removing sutures and the like.

After a few moments, Master stood and shuffled over to me. He patted my head affectionately, “Good morning, Bella.”

“Good morning, Master,” I replied, bending forward to press kisses on the tops of his feet as I did every morning.

He patted my head again as he walked into his bathroom. I was disappointed that Master hadn’t released me to help him bathe this morning, but I wasn’t surprised when I glanced at the clock. Master had allowed us to sleep late.

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I first stumbled across this little gem of a story one night when I was tired, and wanted something different. It was late and I was hopeless, because I had been searching for a long while before I saw this one. I looked it over, and read the first chapter and thought to myself "This is too intense for me." But for some reason, I kept reading it. Soon, I was sucked in to the story of Bella living as a 24/7 D/s relationship.

As I kept reading, I fell in love with her kinky Master, Edward, who also happens to be her fiancee. The story follows Bella as she goes from day to day, pleasing her Master. When she fails to, though, punishment is never too far away, if you catch my drift. It will have you all hot and bothered by the end of each chapter, and sometimes before. from personal experience, I recommend a cold shower, or, perhaps if you're so inclined, a nice toy. *grins wickedly*

When one of her students becomes a stalker, tension grows as Master orders her to not leave the house. Thankfully, his good friend Jasper, was living in the guest room. And let me tell you a little tid bit, Master invites Jasper into the playroom to partake in kinky adventures.

I hope you enjoy the kinky ride that this story gives you, It leaves me panting and wanting more, and I'm sure you will as well!

Sincerely, with love, whips and shackles