No copyright infringements are intended. The plot is mine I'm just borrowing the characters.

BPOV - Edward is just not ready to share yet.

The massage was amazing. I think because I'd been such a regular client over the past week they went all out for us. The room was lit with candles and there was soft music playing in the background, we got undressed and lay on the beds and waited until the masseurs came in. The next 45 minutes were incredible, I was stroked all over with oil and massaged and Instead of just lying there I was able to watch as Edward was massaged as well. He reacted to all the sounds I made and I could tell he was getting turned on, I had to admit, so was I. The smells of the oils, the warmth and feeling of someone touching me and knowing someone was touching Edward, well, I knew I shouldn't be getting turned on but the atmosphere for some reason was very heavily charged. Edward lay looking at me, watching as the female masseur worked my body, she was totally professional and an expert at what she doing, I just knew my husband was getting off on watching her hands on me. Finally we were done and they laid warm towels over us, explaining they would give us privacy for the next half hour so we could relax they left the room.

As soon as they left I removed my towel and stood up, I was going to get on the table with Edward for a cuddle, I heard one of them say to the other

"Have you ever felt such a charged atmosphere? Those two are either very highly sexed or they need to resolve an issue and quickly, before they both explode"

I laughed quietly, she was right on both counts. I hadn't had an orgasm since the Harem Room and while it had been at the hands or mouth of Tia, I was sure I'd only managed it because I was restrained by Edward's body. I hadn't had the inclination or desire to pleasure myself while I'd been here.

I removed Edwards towel and started to stroke his back, "Did you enjoy that, has it relieved some of the stress of the past week?"

He turned over and as expected he was as hard as a rock. "I see you have a little problem there"

"Little Bella! There is nothing Little about this and you know it" he said and a huge genuine smile spread across his face.

He looked so relaxed, my Edward, the Edward I loved was back. He crossed his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles, lying there with his cock pointing straight up he looked quite comical. I was sorely tempted to help him out with his problem, but I didn't want our makeup sex to be a hurried blow job with the staff waiting outside, I wanted time to enjoy him.

"Come on we need to get upstairs and shower this oil off" I said as I slipped on my robe. His face was a picture as he looked at me then his cock and then back to me and back to his cock.

"Think of Emmett in his black PVC thong and a dog leash or maybe Carlisle in one on his many cardigans that should help." I know it was cruel but we needed to get upstairs.

"Oh that's something I needed to tell you, Carlisle got home from work earlier in the week and found that Esme had donated all his cardigans, slippers and jumpers to a charity shop. He went ballistic saying she had gone too far this time and he needed to take action. I told him jokingly that he should give her a good spanking so he went home and did just that. He came in the next morning with a black eye. Esme was not impressed at being spanked so she punched him and then spanked him with a wooden spoon. It took me all day to coax it out of him but he finally admitted he loved being spanked"

I was giggling so hard that I almost forgot where we were as I threw my arms around him.

"You must not tell Esme though, he thinks if she knows she will spank him all the time and that thought frightens him. He is really not ready to admit to anyone else he enjoyed it as much as he did" he warned me.

"Why can't people just be honest with what they want? Esme is going slowly stir crazy with him because he is so uptight with her. He needs to relax and enjoy her or he could quite easily lose her." I was sure Esme was going to get herself in some kind of trouble sooner or later. My hope was that it wouldn't be the kind they couldn't repair.

"I know and I will talk to him, he needs all the help he can get to relax. When you thought he was going to ask about membership to the club I was going to put him off, but I know that's wrong. If he does want information I will talk to him"

I looked down and while he hadn't managed to get himself fully under control, he was only semi hard so with his robe on nobody would be any the wiser. Making sure we were both decent, we left the spa and made our way back to the room.

"I love the fact you're walking about in this posh hotel with only a robe on, and I'm the only one who's knows " he said as we entered the elevator. He stood directly behind me and pulled me against his chest. His arms came around me and he grabbed the belt. Using his jaw he moved my hair to one side and placed his head on my shoulder looking down he started to undo it. I could see everything he was doing in the mirrored doors in front of me. For the second time in a few minutes it would have been so easy to just go with the flow. I could have stood here and watched as he opened my robe.

"Don't Edward " I said as I stopped his hand. "I don't want to do this here, let's just get back to the room".

"OK Bella, but I was only going to loosen the belt and slip my hand in. I wasn't going to take your robe off in here" he sounded hurt, but it was his own fault really, I was going to have to learn to trust him again.

That thought caught me off guard. Did I not trust him? I hadn't even given that any thought, I was so used to trusting him 100% that I never doubted it had been damaged. We left the elevator and made our way back to the room. As soon as we were safely inside the suite he turned to me

"I take it I'm still not totally forgiven then" he said with a sad smile.

"It's not really about forgiveness is it? It's about communication and trust and we need to be better at both." I explained

"Are you telling me you don't trust me anymore? Because if you don't, we have much bigger problems here than I'm realising." his face was ashen and all the good progress I thought we had made just disappeared.

"Oh Edward, of course I trust you. I'm talking about us communicating and trusting that we will do that. " I smiled at him hoping to put him back at ease and the smile back on his face.

"Then why did you stop me touching you in the elevator? Do you really think I would expose you to the guests of this lovely hotel? I do understand the difference you know, about our surroundings." The little boy lost look was back and usually that would make me give in and just cuddle him, but I was determined we were going to leave here stronger and closer. In order to do that, we needed to be honest and open with each other.

"Edward, I probably wouldn't have minded you exposing me to the guests, I get as excited as you do being looked at. What I wanted though was for our make-up sex, when it happens, to be in the privacy of our suite so we can take our time and enjoy each other, is that ok with you?"

"That's ok with me," he said with his trademark smirk.

What he didn't realise was that wasn't about to happen yet, we still had issues to clear up.

"Come and sit outside with me for a while, it's a beautiful day " I said holding out my hand to him. Instead of using the doors from the main area, I took him into the bedroom and out through the doors there. Out here there were two sun loungers, we weren't overlooked from what I could tell, so I slipped off my robe and lay down naked on one of the loungers. Realising what I was doing Edward lay on the other keeping his robe on.

"Edward I need to discuss the club and how it's going to be part of our lives, I know everything is very new still, but I need an idea of how we are going to use it" I knew I wasn't getting my point across very well so I tried again and when I looked up and saw the bewildered looked on his face.

"Edward, I suppose what I'm trying to ask is you is do you see this being an every weekend for the foreseeable future thing, or do you see it as a now and again thing when the mood takes one of us?"

"As you have probably already guessed sweetie, I don't really give it that much thought. As you say, at the moment it's all new and I can't get enough of seeing you in there, but as for how many times we will visit and when, I don't know. I guess when the novelty has worn off, probably somewhere between the two examples you mentioned."

"So you will want to go back after, if, we organise your fantasy?" I asked him

"Yes I think so, unless it blows my mind to such an extent I can't ever imagine topping it" he smiled at me, obviously playing the scene over in his mind.

"What if I have a problem facing these men afterwards?"

"Why would you have a problem sweetheart? In that environment no one is going to bat an eyelid, believe me there is far worse, no worse is the wrong word, far more extreme and hard core scenes going on around us" he said sitting up.

"What do you mean?"

"Well think about some of the rooms we've seen but not used, or have no use for. Remember one room is kitted out with plastic flooring and a very large shower and drainage system? Bella people use that room to crap on each other, and to let strangers piss and crap on them. Also you said you had written about the sensory room, well to me that room is really weird. You cannot see anything in there, so you have to let someone touch you to find out if you're male or female; you have no idea who or what they are. I know Riley thinks it's a great idea for me to try it but, well I can't get over the idea that I could go in there and take a dick in my mouth only to find it's probably my old headmaster, or worse a client, shit or even worse it's Carlisle, or Jasper"

He visibly shuddered and gagged as that thought crossed his mind.

"Does that mean you would have a cock in your mouth if you knew who it was?" I had to ask, it was the first time he had ever discussed this, usually he just diverted the conversation.

"No it doesn't mean that, I'm just using that as an example"

"But you don't mind that I will be lying there, tied down, while guys I know and don't know spit roast me?" I was getting angry again and I needed to calm down, we were talking and I wanted that to continue.

"Bella it's a fantasy. It doesn't have to happen and it won't if you are not 100% on board with it. I know that I was wrong, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just presumed I could just guide you into it, I admit that. I was so naive to think it would be all wonderful, and that you would just be ok with me lining all these guys up to do whatever I wanted them to do to you. Shit, I sound like some bad dominant telling his submissive what she will and won't do."

There it was. The apology I'd been waiting for. Yes he'd apologised repeatedly already, but this one showed me he finally understood what had pissed me off so much and was apologising for the right reasons, rather than just because he felt he had to. I felt my anger lift almost instantly and part of me wanted to pack and go home now I knew we still had some issues to sort out, so we weren't going anywhere for the time being.

Trouble was I was feeling incredibly turned on, the sun on my skin, and naked out in the open air and my forgiven husband on the lounger next to me in touching distance. It was my turn to be distracted and for the first time since I was dancing naked on the pole I really needed to just feel , I needed to lose myself to the feelings I knew Edward could draw out of me.

Question was did I want 'long slow making love' or did I want to be thoroughly fucked? I decided I would be happy with either as long as the first orgasm was quick and hard.

"Bella, whatever you are thinking about can you please stop. You are rubbing your thighs together and I can smell your arousal from here. It's not very fair when you have shut me down twice already today" Edward said as he traced a finger from my collar bone, down over my breast, my nipple, down my side, over my hipbone and finally rested his hand on my thigh. His fingers were just below my pussy.

I wanted so desperately to open my legs to him but I wanted to see what he would do, would he push it or wait for me?

He gently stroked my leg, backwards and forwards, never touching anything else, just a very gentle stroke with his fingers. If I'd have had any hair on my body it would most definitely have been standing on end. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at his hand, his robe had fallen open and he was hard again but this time I wasn't going to waste it. Reaching over I pulled his robe off his shoulders, dropping it behind him on the lounger. The belt was still loosely tied so he was sitting with it half on and half off, it framed his cock beautifully and I was tempted to just lean forward and swallow him whole. Before I could make that decision he stood and shrugged off the robe, held out his hand and pulled me into the bedroom.

We made slow, unhurried but passionate love. No kinkiness, no rush, no one else but us. We took our time and we worshipped one another. As he kissed every finger and toe I knew it was his way of showing me I was the most important part of his life, not his fantasy, or the club or even work, but me.