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.