Chapter 8: There are blue balls…then there are black balls.

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Let's see how Edward's poor battered nut-sack is fairing…..

My conscious returned in a hazy, blurred figment. Of two things I was sure, Jasper was ripping Bella a new asshole (figuratively of course) and I could feel my heartbeat resonating in my poor aching balls. Why does every girl from three to ninety get pissed and go immediately for a guy's nutsack? Sadistic bitches!

Another yelp ripped from my throat as I felt a cold pack was gently placed on my crotch by Alice. Her look of concern and worry almost made up for the fact that I currently was wearing a bag of frozen peas as a crotch decoration.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just want to help." Alice said softly, eyes flitting around but never meeting mine.

"Thank you, Alice. I do appreciate it, just kind of caught me off guard is all." I hissed through clenched teeth as I pulled myself up to a sitting position and nearly cried like a little girl as the pain ripped through my groin.

I slowly made my way to my feet, cautiously applying all my weight but still clutching the bag of vegetables to my gonads. I took a tentative step forward, relieved that it didn't cause any more pain than the dull ache that had currently taken up residence on one of the favorite parts of my body.

My hands clenched as the bag of peas dropped to the floor and I stalked forward. Bella and Jasper were nose to nose, yelling at one another each one trying to out yell the other. Jasper must have seen me coming out of the corner of his eye.

"Edward…Edward, calm down man. You don't want to do anything in anger. I know that hurts like a bitch, but you don't want to hurt her." Jasper spoke evenly and calmly…and it did nothing for the red hot fury I felt.

I grabbed Bella around the wrist and pulled, making quick steps toward the whipping bench. "Edward, I'm sorry. It was just instinct; I didn't mean to hurt you." She stammered and tried to dig her heels into the floor to stop her from being dragged like a rag doll.

I wasn't interested in her apology at the moment, as I gingerly sat on the bench and turned to look up at her. "You want to act like a little brat; you'll get spanked like a little brat!" I seethed as I put my hands around the waist of her jeans and yanked. I wasted no time in jerking them and her panties down and dragging her over my lap…cursing under my breath as the movement jostled my injured jewels. But, I had a lesson to teach and by God, she was going to learn it.

She struggled against my lap, and I fought myself from visibly wincing as "my boys" wept from the pressure. I placed one hand in the middle of her back, holding her still as I snarled "You think it's cute to do that, little girl? Let me show you what naughty girls get for being so rebellious."

The smack of my hand on her bare ass echoed through the room the porcelain flesh staining red instantaneously. She struggled and cursed and I paid her no mind as my hand raised again and again, coming down harshly to meet her rosy red skin. I was so pissed I barely noticed how fine her ass really was. Supple, round and so goddamn spankable….alright I said barely! I'm injured not dead.

By the time I reached 15, she was crying out, tears staining the fabric of my jeans. By twenty, she was openly sobbing, pleading with me to stop. I looked down at and her ass and thighs were covered in my red handprints. It disturbed me a little that I liked it, I shouldn't. I have never raised my hand in anger to another woman in my life…even when I arrested them; I never struck them…ever.

I pulled her up and stood, bending down slightly to bring us nose to nose. I spoke lowly, just to her. "If you ever disrespect me like that again, next time it will be the paddle, do you understand?" I growled, my voice taking on a graveled edge.

She nodded as she swiped at the tears angrily and pulled her pants back up on her hips. I got small satisfaction in seeing her face scrunch in pain and her breath hiss through her teeth. I turned to Jasper and the shock on his face quickly replaced by silent respect.

"Jasper, if you don't mind, I suggest we take a 30-minute break to gain our bearings. Bella will take care of offering you refreshments." I said with a nod and stalked out of the room and up the stairs. I needed that time to calm myself down further or else she would be in ropes and suspended from the ceiling for a week. Where the fuck am I getting ideas like that?

"Jake, come!" I commanded and he came loping toward me, sitting at my feet as I snapped the leash to his collar. "C'mon buddy, let's walk this fucking pain out!" The door slammed behind me as we set off at a gentle pace and I felt the tension begin to wane.

By the time Jake and I returned from a lazy walk, I was surprised to see everyone gathered on the sofas in the living room and coffee cups on the tables. Our completed homework laid spread across the coffee table. I unlooked Jake from the lead and he bounded toward the kitchen to his water and food bowls.

"Edward, if you'd have a seat next to Bella. I thought we could have an informal Q & A to answer some of the questions you both are bound to have." Jasper said and I was shocked to see Alice's eyes watching me, their unique topaz color watching us closely.

I sat next to Bella and heard her ask softly, "How do you take your coffee?" I looked at her strangely and muttered, "Black…just black." I watched her form retreat into the kitchen only to return moments later with my own steaming cup of java. Am I in the Twilight Zone? What the fuck happened while I was gone?

"So, now, Edward….Bella, feel free to ask Alice and me anything you want to know. We want to be a source of information and knowledge for you both. You'll need everything you can get to go up against these jackasses." Jasper sipped his coffee as his eyes darting between us.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, Bella's question tumbled out. "Alice, what happened to you? You are sitting here like a friend over for coffee, but before you wouldn't make eye contact with any of us."

Alice's tinkling laughter floated around the room. "Oh, Bella, the scene is over. I'm just Alice, a woman, committed to my boyfriend Jasper and visiting with new friends."

"When you say scene, you mean?" Bella asks and I keep quiet, curious for the answers I've wondered myself.

"A scene is just that. Some people in this lifestyle stay in scene 24/7, but most of us live regular lives as couples and have 'scenes' or 'playroom time' to satisfy the BDSM tendencies we favor." Jasper says, caressing Alice's cheek and the look of adoration between the two of them is so real and passionate, I have to look away.

"So, essentially, it's like an acting scene." Bella nods as her eyes flit between them watching their interactions with each other. I'm transfixed watching the small dreamy smile grace her face.

"Sort of. But, make no mistake, it is very real. Think of it as playing out different fantasies, just without the hearts and fluffy bunnies." Jasper chuckles as Alice's hand clasps his, intertwining their fingers.

"Jasper and I have a contract that we established the day he collared me. Although, he can order me to the playroom at any time he feels that need, we are Dom/Sub from Friday at 5pm until Monday morning at 6am. The rest of the time, we're just us. We go out; we watch movies and have dinner parties…just like any other couple." Alice says, her eyes caressing over Jasper's face.

"What do you mean by collared?" I ask, thinking I know the answer but not entirely sure.

"When a Dom collars a sub, it's a very momentous occasion. When you collar someone, you may have had a couple of scenes together and found yourselves to be compatible in what you want. It signifies a long-term committed relationship, wherein she is your responsibility and it's up to you to protect and provide for her. Accepting the collar, she acknowledges that she belongs to you. That she will obey you and that she trusts you above all others." Jasper says watching both of us closely.

"So, it isn't a dog collar, is it?" Bella asks grinning at me mischievously.

"You tell me." Alice said slyly and pulls the neck of her blouse back to reveal a flat platinum chain and a huge diamond heart suspended from the middle, lying against her skin.

Bella gasps as she watches all the refracted light from the diamond cast rainbows across the wall. "Oh, Alice, it's beautiful." She says breathless and I don't know what's more beautiful…the gigantic diamond or the look of pure happiness on Bella's face.

"A collar is an important symbol for many reasons. First, it symbolizes the ownership and protection of a Master to his submissive. It also lets other Doms know that the submissive is "owned" when in party/mixer settings. Lastly, the collar reaffirms the protection and responsibility of a Master to his submissive. The collar exemplifies the submissive herself; most have some hidden meaning in design. For instance, Alice's is simple yet profound like her and well, she has my heart in addition to my loyalty and protection." Jasper's face colored slightly as he gave Alice a crooked grin and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Edward, a collar has been designed for Bella and it should be ready before we introduce you at the club as a new couple. I designed it after speaking to Carlisle and Ben exclusively several times before we met." I could only nod as I listened to Jasper intently, my head starting to ache from the overabundance of information I'd learned in a short span of time.

"Ok, it's been a long day and I can see it's been stressful for you both so let's finish up so we can let you enjoy a little down time for the rest of the night." Jasper said as Alice dug into her immense handbag producing two matching IPhones.

"Here are your cell phones. Mine and Alice's numbers have been programed, along with the numbers of "Dad"; those are Carlisle's for you Edward and Ben for you Bella. Those numbers are for burner phones that can't be traced back to either of them. But, I was told to warn you to only use them in emergencies. An Emmett's number has also been programmed under 'Gardener'." Jasper relayed in hushed tones, reminding me that this was a dangerous situation. Jasper and Alice, being in the inner circle of the Volturi, could have been followed here tonight.

Alice gripped Bella's hand in a show of friendship, and also slipping her a small sliver of paper. "Here is the combination to the safe, located behind the large painting behind the desk. Inside are two guns, ammunition, cash and your identification. Everything you need to prove you are Edward Carter and Isabella Miller…birth certificates, driver's license, even library and gym membership cards."

Jasper and Alice both stand and we follow and walk them toward the door. To anyone who could be watching from outside, it looks like two couples saying goodbye in good old American suburbia. Jasper hugs Bella, kissing her on the cheek as Alice embraces me. Jasper grabs my hand and says softly, "Oh, I almost forgot. For you next lesson, you need to share a bed…to sleep or anything else that comes to mind. Also, I need you to masturbate in front of each other." He smiles with a wide Cheshire cat grin.

Bella stutters, "I'm sorry did you say—"

I was a little more vocal and less politically correct. "Jasper, I think I love you!"