Because you asked so nicely...

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"I knew I would find you out here in the front, especially now that you are not ninja-stalking the swim god," Alice says, walking down to the first row of the stands by the pool.

Yes, I've turned in my nosebleed seats for the front row now that I've achieved girlfriend status. Official girlfriend status. Not just frantic declarations after dry-humping at my work. After that day, we talked extensively, went out on some real dates, and found that we did have something real between us. And my "research" on him gave me lots of insight on his personality.

Yay for borderline stalking.

"Sorry, Alice."

"You've been so busy with your new guy. We haven't had much of a chance to talk."

"Yep. But now I totally have the right to drool over him." And on him. Ever since the afternoon he strolled into the store, we've been nearly inseparable. I mean that literally. Some part of him has been constantly touching a part of mine except when we're in class or he's swimming. We've even defiled the dressing room at work.

I really love the three-way mirrors now.

"So...is it huge?" Alice asks as we watch swim practice. Subtle. I'm thinking that Master Jasper might not be packing much since she's way too curious about my man's junk. Maybe that's why he needs all the props.

Hmmm. Edward doesn't even need lube.

"Alice. Some decorum please. And besides, Jasper won't like you asking about other dick, right? Won't you have to stay in the 'pain room' or whatever, blindfolded naked on a bed of nails or something?"

She scoffs. "Oh please, Bella. Like that is going to happen. The 'playroom' is getting redecorated and a new security system." Probably to keep her locked in. "I'll be lucky if I get a few swats. So spill about the sex god. Is his stroke as effective out of the water?"

"Whatever. I'm not talking about Edward's er, private area."

She laughs loudly. "Private area? Is this an after school special?"

"Shut up."

"How hard were you bouncing on this 'private area'? Could you feel it hit your throat? I can feel Jasper everywhere."

"That's the welts from all the whipping."

She rolls her eyes. "He uses a flogger, Bella. Geez. It's really becoming very commonplace nowadays. You should get over your hangups."

"Right. My hangups. Just because I like to yell out Edward's name when I'm coming instead of a safe word or nine-one-one."

"Oh my god. That was only one time. And no big deal. I told you the vibrator malfunctioned. And Jasper bought the company and fired everyone responsible."

"Alice, pussy burns are always a big deal."

She doesn't respond to that. Because really, how can you? Instead she changes the subject. "So are you at least sexually compatible? Since you won't give me particulars."

I take a slow breath. "The sex is so good it's unfair. To all other sex. If we ever break up, I'll have to move to a convent."

Her eyes widen. "Wow."

"Yeah. He is wow. And he does smell like sunshine." I feel like adding "so there" but I'm already winning in the boyfriend department because our love knows no bounds, and Alice is usually bound. And sometimes gagged. But she is my best friend so I give her a small detail. "And his stamina in the water is obviously translated into staying power in the bedroom. And his car. And my work. And one time in the locker room after practice."

Alice's mouth drops as I over-share. "I told you so! Geez, if I wasn't attached-"

"Literally, by chains," I interrupt. She gives me a dirty look.

"-to Jasper, I'd be all over that," she continues. "Ooh, I think he's done."

We both turn to look at Edward who is exiting the pool. I love to watch him shake out his hair when he pulls off his cap. His muscles flex and ripple; beads of water drip down the tanned planes and ridges of his toned body. I think I whimper when he starts walking towards me in what seems like slow motion, but it's probably just my imagination. Sometimes I do feel like I'm living in a rom/com movie instead of real life because Edward always looks like he's had hair, makeup, and a stylist and is in perfect lighting.

"I am going to beall over that," I say quietly, "in about thirty minutes."

"Lucky whore," Alice hisses.

"Hi babe," Edward greets me with a kiss. "And this must be Alice. Hi, I'm Edward Masen." He shakes her hand. Alice says very little in return and her eyes are cast down. I can't tell if she's reacting as if Jasper has given her a command, or if she's just checking out his dick. I'm not pleased about either reason.

Edward looks puzzled by her reaction but shakes it off. "Bella, you're going home with me right? To help me try out my suit?" He steps closer to me, rubbing his thumb on my chin, tipping it up toward him.

"Oh yes." Yikes. I sound like I'm ready to orgasm. I mean his touch is potent, but I'm going to need more than chin stroking. That thumb needs to go about two feet south. "Hurry, Edward," I say anxiously. He chuckles. He knows the desperate tone of my voice already. He's heard me beg on more than one occasion.

"Um, I have to go to my trapeze practice. Jasper is putting in a new pully system. Bye, Bella. Nice to meet you, Edward." Alice must be disturbed by my longing and desperation to get Edward naked because she dashes off, leaving me there. Which is fine with me. She's not invited to our fashion show.

"She seems...nice. But I thought you told me that she was a business major...not a circus performer?"

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"I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking..." Edward croons as he drives us to the formal. He's wearing the suit I picked out for him, though I got him another tie. The other one got too wrinkly and the stains wouldn't come out. I got a little handsy when he tried it on for me. That was a good night.

"You really need to stop singing." Like now. Before I ruin my lipstick giving him a really sloppy blow job in the car.

"Sorry, baby. It's a habit. I sound pretty bad, huh?"

I snort. Loudly. "No. You sound too good. Justin would have to get his sexy back from you."

He laughs again. "You're funny," he says, tapping my bottom lip twice with his thumb. He likes to do that. I lick it. Because I like to lick whatever part of him is near my mouth. Sometimes I do some very bendy moves (thank you, yoga) to get closer to my favorite parts. He starts singing again, lower and sexier. "And you're dressed in that dress I like..." He reaches over to rub my thigh. "Really, Bella. You look amazing tonight."

"You're amazing. When you sing I want to do dirty things to you. Especially in that suit."

Seriously. You have no idea how dirty I can get. My vagina has given me carte blanche in all things Edward.

He glances over at me. "Dirty, huh?"

"Filthy." I lick my lips. He raises an eyebrow.

"You know...I can't help singing while I dance. And we are going to dance, Bella. You think you can keep it PG-13 until we get back to my place so we don't get thrown out?"

Is dry humping PG-13? "No promises."

"Well, I guess getting removed from office at this point won't be so bad."

"We're graduating soon. The stigma won't last that long."

"Agreed."

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"Ugh. No matter what he says, nothing ever happened between us." I look anxiously at Edward and then back to the person approaching us. "Nothing!" I take a big gulp of my drink to steel myself for the onslaught that is Mike Newton.

"How you likin' the dance, gurl?" he asks. What a douche. "Hey, Bella. Looking good tonight. Real good." His voice lowers as his gaze does. Double douche.

Edward clears his voice loudly. "Newton. My girlfriend does look beautiful. Thanks." He stands tall and imposing over the average-sized Mike.

Mike's eyes snap away from my cleavage to Edward. His eyes widen in recognition. "Oh. That's why you didn't want a piece of this."

"Amongst a myriad of other reasons," I say quietly. Edward snorts.

"Nice pull, brother. I've been trying to hit that all year." Mike puts out his fist to bump Edward's, presumably. Or it's the world's worst attempt at a punch.

Edward waves him off. "That's bordering on disrespect of my girl, brother. Why don't you get back to your date, if you have one. I'm going to dance with my girlfriend and then I have to mingle, since I am president of this fraternity, Newton. You'll be here bright and early for clean up crew, right?"

"But that's a job for freshmen!"

"You did want to participate in more activities, didn't you? Or maybe you can find a fraternity that accepts slackers."

He turns away from him and toward me, effectively dismissing Mike. Awesome.

"Thank you for that, Edward."

"He's tried that before, huh?"

"Many times."

He turns and glares at a retreating Mike. "Fucker."

"He's harmless. Just persistent."

"Hey, isn't that your friend Alice?" Edward gestures behind me. I turn to see she's standing with Jasper by the bar. "Is that her boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Jasper. He's...interesting."

Alice's frantic waving makes us walk over to them where we make introductions between our men. Jasper is his usual charming self. He is gorgeous and rich too, so I can see why she's attracted to him. I mean I'm the one who set up the meeting. I really don't try to understand their relationship, I just accept the fact that they're in love.

"So Jasper seems okay. They have a weird vibe though. Is he her boss?"

I snort. "Yeah. You could say that."

"She seems to look at him for permission to do or say stuff. Is he training her right now or something?"

"Or something." I laugh. Edward looks at me like I'm strange. "Sorry. I haven't explained their relationship. It's not something that's public knowledge. It's complicated."

"Are they trying to hide that they're circus folk?" he whispers. I actually spit out my drink when I start laughing hysterically. "What? She was talking about pulleys and swings and the trapeze class the other day and calling Jasper 'Master' and shit. And he was talking about his new whip. I thought maybe he was a lion tamer..." I'm not making any sounds, I'm laughing so hard at this point.

When I catch my breath I explain exactly what Jasper does with his whip and the fact that Alice likes the way they are. Edward's eyebrows are almost to his hairline as he listens to me.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. So..."

"Bella? You're not...into that, are you? Because I don't...just...no." He looks all weirded out.

"No. Never. You're perfect. Everything you do is perfect." I grab him by the tie and pull him close. He leans his forehead on mine.

"So you don't want that?"

"I want this." I gesture between us. He smiles.

"I want this, too." He mimics my motions.

"I also want that." I point to his crotch. He laughs.

"You're definitely going to get that. And it's going to be pain-free...unless I fuck you so hard that you can't walk."

"Welp."

"Oh you like that, huh?"

"Yes, Master."

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A/N: What a great response! I wasn't planning to write another chapter (I forgot to mark complete on FF), but you all have been so nice. Thanks for all the comments.

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