S & M
Feels so good being bad
There's no way I'm turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure 'cause nothing could measure
The song blasted through Bella's car as she started the engine, and her faced heated in embarrassment. Glancing around her surroundings, she made sure her neighbors weren't around walking on a midnight stroll along the cobbled streets. She turned down the volume to a lower level, and cursed herself for leaving it so high in the first place.
Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, outta line
The affliction of the feeling leave me wanting more
Pulling out of the driveway, Bella tried to focus on the music, knowing that if she dwelled on where she was heading, her nerves would get the best of her.
'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Stick and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Bella flushed as the meaning of the song reminded her of a semi-uncomfortable conversation she'd had with her best friend. They were heading out of town on one of their infamous camping trips when Rihanna's new hit came onto the radio. Bella loved the beat, but she didn't get the rest of the lyrics and what they meant.
"Why the hell would anyone enjoy being hurt?"
"I don't know," Jasper answered, his eyes fixed on the road. "I guess some people like a little spice with their sex."
"What?" Bella gasped, affronted. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable talking about sex with Jasper. After all, he'd been the one to inform her of what the deed entailed when she was the ripe ol' age of eight. She just didn't understand what he said. "What do you mean?"
"S and M, Bella. It's a lifestyle. A sexual lifestyle."
"You're shitting me . . ."
Jasper glanced at Bella to see if she was kidding. She looked at him with an equal expression of incredulity.
"Bella, what rock have you been living under?"
"It's not like Mike and I are into that kind of thing," she answered defensively. "And he's the only guy I've been with."
"I know but . . ."
"But what?"
"You guys watch . . . movies . . . together, right?"
"Of course we do," Bella scoffed. "You know we have our movie nights every Thursday."
"Not that kind of movie, Bells."
"Oh . . ." Bella felt her face heat in embarrassment. "No, I don't watch that kind of thing."
Jasper didn't say anything in response. He kept his eyes fixed on the road.
"What, do you think Mike would like that kind of thing?" Bella asked. Despite her embarrassment, she needed to know the answer. Jasper knew about her failing relationship, and perhaps this was the key to spice things up a bit.
"Maybe, Bells. I don't know. There's a whole lot more about sex than just the missionary position, you know."
"Shuddup," she swatted at him playfully. "I do it other ways, too."
"Enough," Jasper shouted, putting one hand up for emphasis. "I do not need to hear anymore of that sentence."
It was that night that Bella had internally devised a plan in order to salvage her relationship with Mike, one that had been doomed to fail from an outside source. Bella sighed, changing the station to something more soothing.