A/N: Lemon Alert! I hope you enjoy Full Exposure's grand opening!

Chapter 25:

EPOV

The club opens to the public tonight, in forty five minutes to be exact. To say I'm nervous is an understatement. Being in charge of nine employees, two guest performers, and the safety of dozens of members isn't even what's got me on edge. The job I'm sure I can do. Rose and Jason will both be present this evening to guide me. The real reason I am shitting a brick is because Bella wants me to dominate her in the theater this evening.

I haven't been nervous about a performance in years, but so much is on the line this time. Bella and I haven't played together in the theater in months. We had a good experience at Midnight Sun two weeks ago, but that was different. Even though it was the first time we had sex in public after the scandal, it was less stressful because we were at a play party. It was held in a BDSM club, but we weren't scening for a formal audience.

Tonight will be our first true scene since Coming Attractions. I'm worried about Bella getting cold feet or worse, going through with the commitment and regretting it afterwards. I've thought a lot about this scene and will do everything in my power to keep Bella comfortable and safe throughout. I need this experience to be a reminder of why she loves exhibitionism so much. She says she is ready. I want to believe her, but I have my doubts. Of course, I'm always underestimating her strength.

Bella and I are accustomed, or at least we used to be, to certain rules about play time. She was always submissive inside Coming Attractions whether we were in the club with friends or in the theater performing. I'm not sure how to adapt that rule for Full Exposure. I need to devote most of my time to being manager. I cannot focus all my attention on her. And even though she is not an employee, we are just starting out and I could really use her help making sure things run smoothly.

Some old acquaintances from the dungeon where I had my training will be in attendance tonight. I invited Caleb and Emma to be Full Exposure's very first performers. I knew I couldn't put that kind of pressure on Bella. I haven't see Caleb and Emma perform in years so I asked them for a moderate scene; from what I remember they were a very intense couple.

I've been here at the club all day despite Saturday usually being the day of the week Bella and I spend together in 24/7 play. That part of our routine might have to change too if it turns out I need to work most Saturdays going forward. I really feel like there's a lot riding on tonight. The success of this club could be determined by how many people show up and how many of them are impressed enough by what Full Exposure has to offer to sign up for a membership. The future of my participation in the theater will depend on how Bella handles our scene and how we are received by the members. We were very popular at Coming Attractions but Seattle is proving to be a very different community, at least judging by what we saw at Midnight Sun.

I'm just sitting here in my office enjoying a few minutes of quiet before the craziness of opening night begins. Rosalie is downstairs with the staff and I'll need to show my face soon or she will most certainly come find me. My eyes are closed and I'm slouching in my leather chair just focusing on breathing deeply in and out. In and out. In... and out.

A knock at the door startles my relaxation exercise. I'm sure it's Rose come to tell me it's time to act like a manager and get my ass downstairs. "Come in," I call out loudly.

When the door opens and I see Bella's face poke inside my office I'm calmed more thoroughly than any breathing exercise could ever provide.

"Hey you," she says sweetly. When she sees that I'm alone Bella opens the door all the way and steps inside, closing it behind her. I can tell she's dressed for the party by the way her hair is styled and the makeup she wears. A long silk robe hides her outfit; she has it tied tightly around the waist.

"Alice has gotten to you, I see."

Bella smiles and it lights up her face. If she is nervous about tonight it certainly doesn't show. "I wanted your opinion on my costume. And I was wondering if I should put this on now, or wait until our scene?" she asks pulling her leather collar from behind her back.

"I want to put it on you," I say without having to think it through. Bella is mine; I want everyone to know she is spoken for. "Come here, Isabella."

She turns away from me so I can clasp the collar behind her neck. "Tonight is going to be a long and challenging night for both of us. I've thought about how we should conduct ourselves and I think it would be best for you to submit all evening, until we get in my car at the end of the night, but you are to speak freely all evening with the exception of our scene in the theater. I might need your help as hostess, conversing with member prospects, and assisting anyone with questions. I don't want you to feel like you need to follow me around or cater to my specific needs. Does that make sense?"

When her collar is secured Bella turns to face me. "I understand, Master. We're a team tonight, working alongside Rose, Emmett, Jason, and the other staff to make sure all our guests and members have a great experience."

"Yes, exactly. I want you to remember who you belong to, but feel free to walk around the building and speak to anyone you wish."

She smiles wide and takes a step back. Her hands move to her waist and begin untying the robe. I'm very interested in what she's wearing beneath that blue silk.

"I understand. Now, Master, please tell me if you approve of my attire."

Bella's robe slips off her shoulders and cascades to the floor. Her costume consists of a halter style pink bra with green polka dots and a matching skirt that is so short her ass cheeks are peeking out even when she is standing up straight. She twirls to give me the full effect. I've been known to get a stiffy even when Bella's wearing sweatpants or a rain slicker, but I am just a fool for her in lingerie. I push up out of my chair with the intent of pulling her into my arms. I'm surprised when Bella backs away from me.

"Don't you mess up my hair or makeup, Master," she teases. "Or you will have to answer to Alice Hale."

"Isabella, I am your master and I am ordering you to come to me this instant," I reply slyly.

She pouts and sighs dramatically but does as she is told. She can't resist my dom voice. Her feet shuffle forward inch by inch until my arms are wrapped around her. It's then that I notice the electric green stilettos that match her costume. My God, is Tink trying to kill her with those things?

I kiss her neck, where I am assuming there is no makeup to be smudged. She moans appreciatively and lightly lays her hands on my back. "Why did you let Alice put you in those death traps she calls shoes, pet?"

"I thought they complimented the outfit, Master," she whispers as my lips trail across her bare shoulder and over her collarbone. My hands run down her naked back, over the tiny skirt, and cup her firm behind.

"If you don't break an ankle this evening I'll be very surprised."

She giggles but pushes my hands away lightly. "Doors open in twenty minutes, Master. Emmett says there's a line forming to get in so we need to get downstairs. You'll have plenty of opportunity to touch me in the theater."

"No second thoughts on performing?" I ask just to double check. I take a step back to control my body's desires because, yep, got a pant load of wood going on down there.

Isabella shakes her head adamantly. "I know you're worried about me, but I want this. I really want you to make love to me the way only you know how. And I want everyone here tonight to witness it."

I kiss her lips passionately, keeping a little space between us, and then rest my forehead against hers. Breathing in deeply I draw strength from the warmth of her soft skin and the scent of her hair. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's do this."

I hold her hand as we take the elevator down to the main floor. Emmett is stationed at the front doors, looking beefy and menacing in his black wife beater and dark blue jeans. He winks at me and nods. Rose and Alice are seated at a table with two of our new waitresses. Their names are Shannon and Bree. Rose is complimenting the girls' uniforms that are Alice's original designs, red and white pleated miniskirts and red shelf bras. They wear red heels that are thankfully sturdier looking that what she gave Bella and their hair is pulled back in pony tails with red pom-pom type ties. Bianca is behind the bar helping out my other new hire, Danni, the former pole dancer. She is going to waitress and bartend. I notice that she is not wearing the bra like the girls, which I provided to give them the slightest feeling of modesty. Danni seems perfectly comfortable topless as she makes Bianca a mixed drink for practice.

Bella walks over to Rose and the others and I hear them compliment her outfit. I stare at her ass for a moment too long and Jason slaps me hard on the back to break my trance. I hadn't even seen him approach me. Isabella really does look too good tonight.

"How about a little company meeting before we open the doors?" Jason says quietly in my ear.

Before I have a chance to respond he walks away from my side and takes a seat at an empty table against the back wall. He's clearly going to let me run this show tonight. Jason's sub, Callie, saunters over to where he sits and kneels by his feet laying her head against his thigh. I look around for Chloe and spot her stretched out on a tantra chair poised and ready for attention from all the club goers. Both of Jenks' submissives are wearing nothing but black stilettos and leather collars with a diamond pendant hanging down in the center.

"Alright everyone, listen up, please," I say loudly. All eyes turn towards me. "We're going to open the doors in a minute; I just wanted to say a few words before the chaos begins. I'm so thankful for the support of those of you from Coming Attractions who are working overtime to help us get off to a good start tonight. Rosalie, Emmett, Felix, and Bianca, that means you guys. I'd be a nervous wreck right now without you. To our new coworkers, Shane, Tyler, David, Shannon, Bree, and Danni if any of you run into problems tonight, these guys will be able to help. Jason and I will be walking the floors all night too with the exception of my scene with Isabella at ten o'clock. That reminds me, Rose, are Caleb and Emma here yet?"

"Yes, Edward. They arrived half an hour ago. I showed them to one of the dressing room so they can prepare for their performance. Caleb also wanted me to tell you they'll stick around the rest of the evening to talk to members and mingle with everyone," Rose confirms.

"Great. I want to stress the point that this is an 'open house' style event. That means not every person who walks through that door is a member. Only approved members will be allowed on the second and third floors. Emmett, can you briefly explain how that will work?" I ask turning towards the front door where Emmett stands at the host podium.

"Sure thing, Boss. Every official member is on this list," Emmett says waving a black clipboard in the air. "If your name is on the list you get a stamp on your hand and only people with the stamp will be allowed past the first floor. I've already been outside to check credentials on the line that's formed and stamped a lot of hands. I'd say about half of everyone outside are already members."

"Great. Thanks, Em. So it sounds like we have a lot of potential to expand our membership tonight. Please be kind and friendly to everyone. People interested in joining the club can take an application located by the front door. If someone should get rowdy or break a house rule let the security team know right away and they'll handle it."

Rose raises her hand and I nod in her direction. "Maybe you should run through the house rules one more time just so we're all clear," she suggests.

"Right. Thanks, cuz. House rules... One, sex is allowed only in designated areas which include the theater stage, the M-booths on the second floor, and in the private rooms. Two, submissives are not to be touched by anyone without their consent. Being naked and submissive does not excuse fondling or other unwanted attention. Three, as we just discussed, only members with stamps on their hands are allowed on the second and third floors. No one besides the people in this room are allowed on the fourth floor. And four, no smoking or drug use of any kind is allowed inside this building. No exceptions. If you see someone breaking any of these rules you need to call security right away so the offender can be escorted off the premises. Any questions?"

I look around the room and see heads shaking back and forth. Bella is smiling at me. When I make eye contact with her she blows me a kiss.

"Okay, good. I also just want to really thank you all for being here tonight. I'm so excited to welcome all our new employees and all the members we're going to meet tonight. Alice, my cousin, and Isabella, the sexiest and most beautiful fiancé any man could ask for, thank you for being here to support the club. And last but not least, thank you Jason for having the faith in me to run this place for you. I hope I can exceed your expectations. Okay, this is starting to sound like an Oscar speech so someone cue the wrap up music and let's get the doors open!"

Everyone laughs and claps their hands in applause. Emmett tells Shane to go take his post by the stairs and elevator and has David help him at the front doors. Tyler heads into the security office to watch the TV monitors. Rosalie gets up from the table to go talk to Jenks, while Alice and Bella stay seated and continue chatting. I look around the mostly empty club one more time before it becomes filled with noisy club goers. Ready or not, here they come.

Emmett and David check each person as they file into the club. I recognize a few people immediately, some from Coming Attractions and a few from John's party at Midnight Sun. Shannon and Bree head over to the bar area to get ready to start serving beverages. Bella walks over to the coatroom and begins offering to take jackets and cover-ups from the guests. I shake a lot of hands and welcome everyone who comes up to say hello. It surprises me how many people recognize me. A few of them mention the sex video which makes me uncomfortable, but every comment about it is flattering. Jenks was right; Seattle is a whole lot different than Port Angeles.

After about an hour I finally begin to relax. A lot of things are happening at once and I have a new appreciation for Rosalie's job at Coming Attractions. Music is pumping through the sound system and drinks are flowing effortlessly across the bar. Rosalie has been great, walking the floor making small talk with all the prospects. If we get a lot of membership interest I'll have her to thank. It looks like Jenks' choice of uniform for Shannon, Bree, and Danni is a big hit among the guests. No surprise there. Shannon and Bree have both become comfortable enough that they removed the pasties protecting their nipples. Yeah, the cherry red shelf bras were a good idea. Danni has taken it upon herself to use her pole dancing skills in between making drinks, another big draw.

Everything down on the main floor is going well, and with Jason, David, and Shane down here I decide it's alright if I head up to the second floor for a while. I see that Jasper has finally showed his ugly mug and is dancing with Alice in the lounge area under the silver disco ball. The dude cannot dance to save his life, but his wife seems happy just to have him here. I wave as I walk by and they both smile and wave back.

I wander down the hall to the M-booths, wanting to see if anyone has discovered them yet. Jason asked Callie to occupy one of the booths not too long ago and when I get down the hall I see two booths are in use. A woman I don't recognize smiles at me. She's been standing against the wall drinking a martini. It seems like she is waiting for someone.

She turns and studies me like she's trying to see through my clothes. This usually doesn't bother me, but the scars from Kinky Catie have left me cautious of women's desire for me in a way I never used to be. And I want to make an effort not to give any of them the impression that I'm available.

"You prefer to watch or be watched, sugar?" she asks me, tucking a strand of her short dark hair behind one ear.

I smirk, rubbing my hand across the back of my neck. "Both actually. I'm sorry, are you waiting for someone?" I reply.

"My friend is in there," she says nodding towards one of the closed doors. "He's watching some chick double click her mouse. I think he might be a while."

"I see. Well if you don't want to wait here alone, a performance in the theater is about to start at nine o'clock. And then afterwards at ten I go on with my submissive."

I throw that piece of information out there as a way to let her know I have a commitment to another woman; meanwhile fiddling with the leather bracelet on my wrist that matches Bella's collar. She doesn't seem to notice my wrist, and licks her bottom lip suggestively.

"I'll be there at ten then. My name is Maggie."

"Maggie," I repeat. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Edward, and it's a pleasure having you here this evening."

I am learning tonight that women still find me attractive for reasons I'll never fully understand. Thankfully, Bella felt the same way when she first met me, only she was able to see much deeper than my face and body. I turn to leave, giving Maggie a polite smile as I go, checking the time on my watch. Five to nine.

I make my way to the theater where Caleb and Emma are about to perform. I find Isabella sitting in the audience with Alice and slide into the empty seat next to my pet. She smiles as I take her hand in mine but keeps her eyes focused on the stage.

"Hi, Edward," Alice says leaning forward to talk to me across Isabella's lap.

"Hey, Tink. How's it going?"

"I'm psyched to see Caleb and Emma. Jenks' says they were really wild back in the day."

My eyes dart to Isabella's face, hoping she isn't upset hearing this. She knows the couple about to perform is from my past and she doesn't seem to be bothered to Alice's comment. I wisely informed her of my past, which included some wild times too. Bella didn't react the way I feared she might, and I actually got the impression she felt a little remorse for having personally missed out on experiencing the way I was during that training time.

"They certainly were wild," I concur. "I asked Caleb to do something middle of the road tonight so that the audience doesn't get overwhelmed."

Alice frowns. "Boo! So I sent Jazzy away for nothing?"

Bella giggles and squeezes my hand tighter. "Poor Jasper," she comments quietly.

"What did you do to him, Al?" I wonder.

She shrugs. "He's downstairs having a beer with Emmett. I told him he's better off sitting this one out."

"Her exact words were 'Go away, if this performance gives you nightmares I won't get laid for weeks'," Bella corrects.

I laugh out loud and someone shushes me from the row behind us. I need some kind of Manager Hat, maybe that way I wouldn't get hit on or be told to quiet down in my own club. Bella and Alice both giggle at my being corrected and a few seconds later the lights flicker on and off to signal the start to the performance.

Caleb requested the stage be set up to resemble a classroom. He's going to conduct a role play scene for a very common fantasy. Emma appears from backstage wearing a white button down shirt tied in front just below her breasts and a pleated blue and green plaid skirt. Her hair is in pigtails and she carries a few textbooks in her hands.

"Naughty schoolgirl, really?" Alice whispers.

I lean over Isabella's lap to respond. "This was a compromise on Caleb's part. He wanted to do kidnapped sorority girl," I reply under my breath. I figured Jasper might not be the only one opposed to seeing a staged kidnap and rape scene.

Even with my rewrites Caleb is still able to keep the audience on the edge of their seats. Both he and Emma are good actors and make the after school detention scene tense and erotic. Emma begins by trying to seduce her handsome science teacher, but the tables are quickly turned when he rejects her advances and instead doles out a brutal punishment for her bad test score. Caleb strips her clothing off one article at a time as she gives incorrect answers to her test questions. Then he bends her over the teacher's desk and a number of voyeurs gasp when the first flick of Caleb's wooden ruler makes contact with Emma's behind.

Emma gives Caleb a blow job, kneeling under a black topped lab style table while Caleb stands against it with his hands braced on the tabletop. With the table facing the side stage both Emma and Caleb are viewable from the audience. After he comes in her mouth, Emma is thrown down on top of the lab table where Caleb proceeds to fuck her with a glass test tube prop, instructing her to fill it with her cum. Many in the audience can be heard whispering to one another when after Emma orgasms, Caleb holds up the test tube to reveal a small amount of clear liquid is indeed inside. Then he fucks her hard and fast with her hands tied behind her back with the belt from his trousers.

The scene really turns me on and halfway through I take Isabella's hand and place it on my hard cock. She caresses me gently, keeping a steady flow of blood to my groin. The scene progresses quickly and before I know it the lights are being turned on and Isabella is looking at me with a huge grin. I know why she is so excited. Our scene is about to begin.

While everyone in the audience is coming and going Isabella and I slip backstage to prepare for our performance. I see Jessica standing next to her dom a few rows away and give her a polite wave. She smiles and waves back. "It's comforting to see Jess and so many others from Coming Attractions have come to support us," I comment as we head into the dressing room.

"Yeah, everyone's been great," she agrees.

I close the door to the dressing room and give Isabella a long sensual kiss, reminding her of my love. I ask one more time if she is positive she wants to perform, and the little minx actually rolls her eyes at me. I look forward to punishing her later for that slip.

One last peck on the lips and I smile as I push her out the dressing room door towards the stage. "Go on now, my pet," I whisper. I'm more nervous than I thought I'd be as I wait a full five minutes before going out on stage.

Alone in the dressing room I picture Isabella out there already, kneeling on the yoga mat, her palms turned up in a meditative pose, waiting to hear my footsteps behind her. She's there waiting for me now, eagerly anticipating our scene like old times. That vision of her washes away the last bit of cold feet I feel and I open the door.

We're using the other theater stage, since Caleb's classroom props are still occupying the first stage. I peek through the curtains to get an idea of the size of the audience. I see a number of familiar faces who were in the other theater for Caleb and Emma's scene. I spot Alice, Rose, Emmett, Jessica, and Jason all seated together in the back row. Felix is stationed in the back corner by the door just as I'd asked. I notice the audience is full, including the woman named Maggie who I met earlier by the M-booths.

Everyone's attention is on the stage, or rather on Isabella, who is clearly squirming with anticipation. The stage lights are dim, with a soft spotlight shining over Isabella's body. She still wears the bra and miniskirt she's worn all night. I've stripped down to nothing but my blue jeans, and I'm more than ready to start our scene so I can peel those polka dots off her body. Behind the stage curtain I adjust the lights so the spotlight is gone and the stage is considerably brighter, though still not on full power.

"Here I come, pet," I say under my breath before pushing the curtains aside and walking across the stage to stand beside my beautiful submissive. And just like that, I am home. All my instincts snap back into focus and my dominant nature takes over.

"Isabella, welcome back to the stage, my darling. You look exquisite as always."

Her head is still bent with her eyes on the floor so I place my hand gently atop her head. "Lift your head and look out at all these faces, pet. All these people have come to watch me fuck you. Does that excite you? You may answer."

"Yes, Master," Isabella replies, her eyes shifting back and forth as she takes in the mood of the crowd. Her gaze falls on our friends in the back row and Alice smiles wide and waves at her. I groan internally and watch Isabella's face as she struggles not to crack a smile. It's a true testament to her control because even I nearly laugh at Alice's ridiculousness.

"I want you to stand now. I'm going to remove this sexy little outfit you have on. Keep your eyes on our voyeurs. Look at their expressions as they see your tits and pussy exposed."

I move to stand behind her and slowly, methodically, rub my hands over her flesh along the lines of her bra and under the short little pleated skirt. Mmm, not even a thong. Very nice. My fingers deftly undo the clasp of her bra first, and one strap at a time I work the halter straps from around her neck until the fabric falls away from her chest. Isabella's nipples are erect and hard as I knew they would be. I watch her face as she concentrates on the audience. There's no sign of embarrassment or displeasure in her eyes so I skim my hands down her sides to the zipper on her skirt. Working it down her legs, my hand grazes over the smooth swell of her ass and I can't help swatting it. Her hips jerk forward from the impact but she makes no other sound.

"Go stand behind that chair, pet. I want your legs spread and for you to lean forward so your resting your forearms on the back of it," I order.

Isabella sees the wooden chair I'm referring to and nods once before walking over to get in position. The chair is purposely placed facing the side of the stage, so Isabella's body will be a profile view for our audience. I retrieve my props from the side table and place them on the seat of the chair so Isabella will get a good look at what I brought. I take the spreader bar in my hands first and walk around behind her so I can attach each leather cuff around her ankles. Her legs are now restricted from movement with about two feet separating them. Then I reach for the rope; it's a soft thin bondage style. Isabella stays still as I hang her arms and breasts down the front of the chair and wrap her hands around the spindles. I tie the rope around both wrists, securing them to the chair rails.

"Beautiful," I say reaching for the riding crop.

Isabella groans just loud enough for me to hear. It's a sound I am very familiar with; a sound of longing and lust. Her eyes follow the crop as I circle her, deciding where to begin. She cranes her neck in an attempt to follow my movements as I walk behind her.

"Eyes forward or I'll blindfold you, pet," I warn.

I decide that the best place to administer the first blow is on her firm little ass. My breath catches in my throat as the sound of leather slapping skin fills the air. It's such a powerful feeling to stand over a naked, submissive woman while wielding an object like a riding crop. I never hit her harder than necessary to produce a light pink tint to her skin, but the result is no less intense.

I look up at the audience briefly, feeling myself fill with a sense of power and control I haven't experienced to this degree in so long. It's truly a high like no drug could provide. Isabella gasps in surprise as the leather swooshes through the air a second time. Yes, I needed this. So much. My cock hardens, straining inside my jeans.

I'm so turned on listening to the noises Isabella makes as the crop lands repeatedly on her milky white skin, in a different place each time so that her entire ass is the same shade of pink. I walk around her, reigning down ten or fifteen blows across her ass, the back of her thighs, and my favorite place, her breasts. She moans like a slut when the crop stings her nipples. It makes me nearly lose my mind with lust.

I need my dick out... now. I move to stand in front of her and she lifts her head slowly, just in time to see me push the jeans down my legs and kick them away. The cool air feels good against my hot skin. I stroke my aching cock a few times while she watches.

"You want it, my sexy little slut? I know you want my cock. And I'm going to give it to you."

I place my hand on her shoulder to keep myself balanced as I come forward and kneel on the seat of the chair, bringing my groin level with her face. The wood is hard under my knees but I can hardly feel the pain. My mind is full of sexual pleasure as Isabella opens her mouth eagerly and I press my hips towards her face. My length slides into her mouth and she wraps her lips around it sucking gently. Fuck, it feels good. My one hand is still on her shoulder and I move it onto her head, threading my fingers through her hair. The other hand holds the riding crop and I flick it fast through the air, over her back, and it snaps down on the top curve of her ass.

Isabella moans around my dick and I feel her mouth tighten around me as she swallows. It feels fucking good. I flick the crop against her ass over and over as she sucks me off. The panting and moaning she's doing around my cock tells me her orgasm is close. The hand in her hair slides down past her neck and squeezes her breast firmly. I thrust my cock deeper inside her mouth and pinch and twist her nipples.

"You may come, pet. Show me how much you love my crop on your ass; my cock in your mouth," I pant. My orgasm won't be far behind; I feel it beginning to swell in my balls.

Isabella sucks me harder, in response to a more powerful hit on the crop on her behind. I groan. She moans. I stretch out the fingers on my hand fondling her breasts and pull them together until both nipples are in my grasp. My fingers pinch them together and my other hand whips the crop one final time hard in the middle of her ass. She screams around my cock and her eyes screw shut tightly.

I know she's coming. The audience knows she's coming. The knowledge that my submissive is climaxing sets me off and I mumble something of a warning that I'm about to join her in falling over the cliff of pleasure. Her screams drown out my warning and hot liquid shoots out of me and right down her throat.

When Isabella swallows and finally opens her eyes I smile at her. The crop falls from my hand and I reach forward with both hands to cup her cheeks. My thumbs rub over her flushed skin and I lean forward to kiss her forehead. Now my knees are aware of the hard wood beneath them as I struggle to stand without falling over. Stumbling on stage is Bella's forte. I untie her limbs and carry her exhausted body over to the bed. She's lethargic, barely moving, with her eyes shut.

"Don't fall asleep on me yet, pet. I fully intend to bury myself deep inside your sweet pussy before I'm finished with you."

I intended to tease her a little here and then coax out one more orgasm before plowing into her with my cock. As I often do on stage with Bella, I change my mind about how to proceed at the last possible second.

"You're going to come again, Isabella. I won't stop fucking you until you come," I say softly but still loud enough for the people seated in at least the first few rows to hear me.

My dick turned soft after the amazing blow job, but as I care for her and proceed to massage her legs and arms slowly I can feel my body waking up again. There's no reason to restrain Isabella at this point; she hardly moves at all as I crawl up the bed and push her thighs apart with my knees.

Two fingers pressing inside her entrance tell me she is still aroused. I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her mound. If she doesn't moan or squirm at all I might need to check to make sure she hasn't passed out despite my warning. A moment later, to my relief, she moans softly responding to my tongue sliding over her clit.

I climb up her body and settle my erection against her wet center. Our eyes meet and Isabella smiles sleepily at me.

"Put your hands on me, pet," I whisper.

She complies, bringing her small hands to rest on my shoulder blades and moaning under her breath as I gently ease inside her. Still so wet and hot. We're both silent; neither or us expressing our pleasure audibly. In the back of my mind I realize the crowd too is so incredibly quiet that I wonder if they are even still there, but my eyes never leave Isabella's. I feel her legs pull back enabling me to slide inside her even further. My hips thrust slow and steady as she locks her ankles around my waist. She squeezes me tightly with both hands and slides them down to cup my ass. Now it's my turn to moan under my breath.

My climax builds at a steady pace and I feel Isabella's inner muscles begin to clench my cock. It isn't until we're both on the edge of coming that I realize there's nothing BDSM about this part of our scene. Isabella and I are making love, plain and simple. I remember all the faces in the crowd; Rose, Emmett, Jessica, Alice, Jason, and so many others. But it feels right. I want them to see this, to see how much love and devotion I put into every thrust of my hips.

Bella cries out before I do, but the sound of her pleasure throws me over the edge and we come together. Our orgasms become one in the same, here in the theater of our new club, where we prove the strength and intensity of our love to every witness in the room. I couldn't think of any more perfect way to christen this stage.

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