A/N: Some of you mentioned you wanted Edward and Bella to have their talk last chapter. I hope this one satisfies you! Please leave a review!

Chapter 6:

EPOV

The ride home from the club is usually filled with silence as Bella and I reflect on our scene but tonight we debate the pros and cons of Gabe's request for a private performance. Always eager to try new things, I'd expected Bella to be more than willing to accept his offer right off the bat. Instead, she surprises me by wanting to carefully consider all the implications of saying yes.

"Have you ever done a private scene before?" Bella asks me not two seconds after I pull the car away from the curb.

Her abruptness makes me smirk. The longer we're together the easier it's becoming to read her thoughts and emotions purely from body language. Her eye brow quirks up waiting for my response and I know she's intimidated that I've possibly had experience with this before. She's starting to know me well too.

"Yes, baby, I've done them in the past. When I was just starting out it was a big part of my training with Jason. I practiced scenes with my sub often for Jason and his close friends to get accustomed to being watched. I brought my submissive to Jason's house and we did it there."

She mulls that over, staring straight ahead as we drive. I'm left wondering if the idea of me scening for Jenks upsets her or if she's trying to figure out who the woman was. It takes a few minutes for her to gather her thoughts and respond.

"Did Jenks suggest doing that because he thought having sex in a private performance was easier than on stage in the theater?"

"Yes. And it was, at least for me. Less intimidating to have only one or two critics instead of a room full of them. And it helped I was already completely comfortable around Jason and his friends."

"Hmmm. If we did this it would be for strangers," she comments.

"Gabe and Sandra are club members, not exactly strangers. I'm sure we'll be seeing them around in the future." I look over at her but she is staring out the passenger side window. My hand reaches out for her leg and I stroke her thigh up and down. "Bella, we can tell them no. I'd never want you to do something that made you uncomfortable just because you thought I wanted it."

"Is this something you want?" she asks, finally turning her eyes towards me.

I'm torn between the thrill it would be to have the focus of two individuals so up close and personal, and the fear that the experience might be a little more than our delicate relationship could handle.

Bella and I have been dealing with a lot the past week or so, first receiving that crazy woman's fan mail and then days later having an argument about the direction we want our romantic relationship to go. Much to my dismay, neither issue has yet to be resolved.

"Not particularly. But from the club's perspective I think it would be good for business. If Rosalie got the word out they were offering private shows it would give people another reason to come in. And it would give other couples the opportunity to perform since the theater schedule has no openings. But don't worry about what's good for the club, that's Rose's job. I only want us to do this if it will make you happy."

"I think it sounds fun," she admits. "How do you feel about it being Gabriel and Sandra we'd be performing for?"

I chuckle thinking about that pair. "Gabe is a rookie Dom If I ever saw one, even greener than Emmett was in the beginning, but I believe him when he says he wants to learn from us. It's flattering."

"I suppose," Bella says unconvincingly. "I don't think they care much if I were there or not, just as long as you are."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Isabella?" I tease.

She scoffs. "No, Sir. You're just very popular these days and it seems I need to keep tabs on all these adoring fans."

I know she's thinking about the letter from Catie again. I've been putting off giving Bella the latest disturbing news in our Kinky Catie situation. I should have mentioned it in the club with Rose and Emmett there but I didn't want to distract Bella from her beautiful display of submission this evening.

And this is going to upset her. A second letter.

I noticed it in the mailbox earlier today when I left the house on my way in to the station. Kinky Catie strikes again and this time she sounds even more desperate for my reply. There's more photos, more begging, more declarations of lust and yearning. Tomorrow is Saturday, our 24/7 day, and that's our time to forget the weight of the world pushing down on our shoulders. I don't want Bella to have to worry about this woman. And I certainly don't want my head filled with her nonsense during my time with her.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

I take my eyes off the road briefly to smile at her. God she's perfect. Deep, soulful brown eyes and such a sweet, innocent expression on her face as she regards me with genuine affection and love.

"I was just thinking that I'm willing to do the private scene for Gabe and Sandra if you are, Sweetheart. It would put me a little bit outside my comfort zone since you're not just my sub but also the love of my life..." She smiles and blushes deep enough to see the color even in the dark car. "...but I felt the same hesitation about letting you into my life, and taking that chance turned out better than I could have ever dreamed. You've challenged me in so many ways, Bella. I've become capable of doing things I never expected from myself, the play party for one. A fully committed relationship with my submissive is another. I never thought I'd get to experience the best of both worlds, but you my beautiful Bella, has made that a reality."

"You do the same for me too, you know," she whispers, "challenging me in the playroom, always broadening my horizons for pleasure in sex."

"Okay then, let broaden you up some more. I'll talk to Jason and we'll go from there. I don't give a crap about Gabriel's money, but Jenks might have a different perspective."

Bella giggles. "I guarantee he will."

The next morning I'm still thinking about the credit Bella gives me for educating her in the world of BDSM. I want to do something bold today to really knock her on her ass; show her we've only scratched the surface of what I'm capable of giving her. She also needs to be reminded who's in control. There's been some tension in the air between us due to the argument we had over starting a family. I'm 28 years old and in love with my girlfriend of almost a year. I don't think my plans are moving too fast and yet she acts like I'm pushing her whenever I bring up our future together. She's been dodging my attempts to discuss this sensitive topic since I brought it up and I'm prepared to make a real dick move today. I'm going to order her to be honest with me about her dreams and fears. As my submissive she will have to answer.

I push open the playroom door to find her on the yoga mat waiting for me. She's in inspection position as I requested, her long dark hair twisted into two tight braids resting on her shoulders. Hmm, apparently I'm not the only one prepared to mix things up today. I imagine Isabella on her knees, hands tied behind her back, sucking me off as I yank on those braided pigtails. My dick is hardening in my jeans from the very idea.

I walk towards her slowly so she hears each distinct footstep of my approach. I'm wearing nothing but the over washed blue denim Isabella has come to associate with play time. I hear her breath catch as my legs come into her line of sight.

"Interesting hairstyle choice, Isabella," I say slowly, hoping she can sense from my tone just how pleased I am to see her this way. "I think we'll have to incorporate them into the scene somehow."

Nothing in her facial expression gives away her excitement. The blush in her cheeks on the other hand is something she can't possibly repress. I walk around her body twice, studying her posture and working up her anticipation for my first move. When my hands touch her shoulders from behind her body jumps ever so slightly. I massage Isabella's shoulders, relaxing her muscles until she softly mewls.

"Move to the cross, pet," I say unexpectedly. Time for the fun to begin.

She stands slowly and walks over to the Saint Andrews cross on the back wall of the play room. She presses her back against the lacquered wood and casts her eyes down to the carpet.

"No, pet, turn around and face the cross. And stretch out your arms and legs, please."

I turn on the selected music from the iPod dock on my toy table. It's a classical piece that will increase and decrease in tempo nicely with the scene I've planned. The soft piano and violins fill the room and I reach for my favorite flogger. Isabella is facing the cross as instructed and I run my hands along the back of her arms, trailing my fingers up to each wrist as I secure them in the leather cuffs. Both hands clench her sweet ass once, twice, as they make the descent down her long soft legs to her ankles. Once all four limbs are secured I stand back to enjoy the view.

"Mmmm" I groan. "You look simply stunning, Isabella. Do you like being stretched out and vulnerable like this? Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Master," she squeaks. I grin with pleasure because she is already riled up and needy. The sound of her reply is all the proof I need.

Two of my fingers slide along the crack of her firm luscious ass, all the way down between her legs and up into her wet center. The music surrounding us becomes a little louder and her moans of pleasure are muffled. I rock my hand against her mound as the two fingers continue stroking her inner walls. She hangs her head down letting the wood touch her forehead.

"We've only just begun. Don't tell me you're close already, my greedy little slut."

"Ungh" is her only reply and I take that to mean yes. I remove my hand from her pussy and back away, giving her a moment to calm down.

The next contact I have with Isabella is to run the tassels of the flogger up each leg. I want her to be aware of what I have before it whips through the air and connects with her flesh. My left hand grasps one braid and tugs her head gently to the side while the other holding the flogger delivers the initial blow to the back of her thigh. She gasps in surprise and I feel my balls clenching from the sound. God, this will never get old. Controlling a woman's body, taking her to a place that no one else can, a place so high she feels like her body's drifting away. Wham! Another stroke to her thigh. I tug roughly on her braid as my other hand delivers hit after hit along her legs, buttock, and hip.

I switch sides, flogger in my left hand and hair in my right. I count to ten in my head before the first blow hits the rounded lower hemisphere or her behind. Isabella jumps as much as possible tied to the giant X. She moans a little louder with each strike.

"How are you feeling, Pet?"

"Unngh, Master. So good."

I reach my hands around her waist then and drag the tendrils between her legs. Her hips buck forward seeking to prolong the contact. I decide not to torture her much longer and deliver five rapid succession strikes between her thighs where she is spread, bare, and most vulnerable.

Isabella cries out with each strike, not from pain, but deep concentrated need. After the fifth strike I throw the flogger to the ground and press my body up against her back, my hands grabbing her breasts roughly and my cock pressed to her behind.

"You may come whenever you're ready, Isabella," I whisper in her ear.

My fingers tweak her nipples before sliding down her torso and one finger from each hand sliding down along her clit into her moist folds. My fingers seek out her entrance and hook inside. The second my thumbs rub over the sensitive nub she explodes into a violent orgasm that shakes her whole body. I can feel the ripples of pleasure reverberating through her skin into mine and it's all I can do to keep from coming in my pants. She thrashes against her restraints as my hands guide her pussy through the waves of pleasure.

We both need a minute to calm ourselves. Isabella takes a few deep breathes and I carefully release her wrists and ankles from the leather cuffs while making sure she doesn't stumble.

"I want you bent over the whipping bench. Go now and lie on your stomach."

I take this opportunity while Isabella's crossing the room to remove my jeans and boxer briefs since the raging hard on I got from flogging her is not getting any less uncomfortable. She gets into position, resting her arms over her head. I know she's expecting me to bind her hands in some way but I have something much different in mind for today. The submissive's journal Bella keeps in the spare bedroom upstairs is in one of my hands and a small sized vibrator is in the other as I approach her sprawled out on the bench.

My hand rubs soothing circles over her behind and then skims down between her legs parting them. Her toes barely touch the floor and she moans softly as I stroke the wet flesh I've exposed. With my other hand I place the journal in her hands. Smug bastard that I am, I smirk to myself as Isabella raises her head, clearly startled and confused by seeing the book here.

"You're going to read to me now, Pet. I love to hear what you're thinking and it will be a good way to practice speaking honesty. As a submissive you're required to express your thoughts and feelings uninhibited and we seem to be struggling with this lately, yes? I've highlighted a few passages from past writing assignments. Select one and begin reading."

I can feel her muscles tense beneath my fingers but she does as I ask, thumbing through the pages until she comes across the first paragraph with bright yellow highlights. I stroke my hard cock a few times, wondering how I'll ever get through this with my wits about me. Reading the words she puts down in that journal turn me on even when I'm alone and fully clothed. Now, here, being naked and standing behind her while she's laid out on my whipping bench is making me as hard as I've ever been.

I take the vibrator to her clit and switch it on. Her body jolts from the sudden unexpected sensations. "Whenever you're ready, Isabella," I say firmly.

She clears her throat and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "January 17th. Master took a wooden paddle to my ass this evening," she begins in a small voice.

"A little louder," I encourage while sliding the vibe from her clit down to her entrance and back again.

She groans softly and continues reading. "I was being punished for coming without permission during our last scene. Master was testing my limits and I failed him. The punishment was meant to hurt, and I tried not to let him see just how much I secretly enjoyed it."

My fingers grip the end of the vibe and push it all the way inside her, twisting left and right. I can tell she's trying not to react to my ministrations. "Don't stop now, Pet. You're getting to the good part."

"Ungh!" she groans. I use my other hand to caress the skin up and down the length of her back. "The paddle he used was new. It came in the mail last week and I've been waiting for him to have a reason to use it. He sentenced me to twelve whacks, bent over his whipping bench. It felt so good when he tied my hands behind my back with his rope. He made me count, and as he delivered each blow on my ass I got more and more aroused."

I smile as Isabella has difficulty speaking through the pleasure I'm administering between her legs. "What a naughty submissive," I tease, "enjoying a serious punishment. Tsk. Tsk."

Isabella drops her head to the padded bench, her fingers clutching the journal tightly. I smack her rear end playfully and move the vibe back to her sensitive nub where I know it will drive her wild.

"Isabella, there's more to read there I think."

She lifts her head slowly and lets out a little whimper. "Master needed to punish me for breaking a rule, but I- I was never afraid of his punishment. I know he loves me and would never hit me harder than I could handle. The rush of adrenaline and knowledge that I was receiving his discipline fueled my desire for him."

Positioning my feet next to hers I force her legs further apart and line my cock up against her pussy.

"I wanted so badly for him to fuck me... hard and fast afterwards. He did not, and that was the only part of the punishment I found difficult to take."

I'm careful to keep the vibrator pressed to her clit as I enter her from behind. She cries out in need as my hips slap against her behind. I suppress a groan of my own and thrust in and out a few times, feeling her walls constrict around my dick.

"You trust me, Isabella. You said so yourself. Now it's me who needs to trust you to tell me everything you're feeling. That's the only way this works between us. I'm going to fuck you now, Pet. Long and slow. You can come anytime, but I promise you I'll keep your release just out of reach until you let down all those barriers and tell me what you've been so afraid to say."

"I tell you everything, Master," she whispers and I can hear the anguish in her voice.

I pull almost all the way out of her and then push back in agonizingly slowly, inch by inch until she moans.

"That's just not true, Isabella. Do you love me?" Thrust. Thrust.

"Yes."

"Do you want to be with me, in and out of this playroom?"

"Yes!"

"You wear my collar, don't you ever think about wearing my ring?" Thrust. Thrust. Faster now.

"Yes, of course I do. I love you so much."

"Why are you afraid to tell me what you see for our future?" I'm beginning to lose control; physically and emotionally. I won't last much longer at the rate I'm pounding into her.

"Oh, Master. Oh, God, Master please! I need to come," she begs.

"No, answer me, damn it!" I hiss. As much as it pains me to, I slow my cock to prevent her from falling over the edge. "What are you so afraid of?"

"Disappointing you! Pushing you away! I need you. Too much... forever. Ungh, please! I don't want to lose what we have. This, Edward, I can't imagine not having this with you... and having babies will change everything," she whimpers.

Finally, the truth. And all I can focus on is that she used my name, here in the playroom, and the sound of it coming out her mouth as a throaty breathless plea is too much for me to bear. I slam my cock deeper inside, drop the vibrator to the floor, and grasp her hips roughly with both hands. Harder and harder I thrust into her wet heat, needing desperately to feel her walls clench around me.

"Yes! Yes!," I chant. "Fucking come now, Bella!"

She cries out in sweet relief as her muscles constrict on me so tightly I can hardly move inside her. I come and come and come, so much tension built up and finally released. The journal slips from her fingers and hits the floor and she screams through the waves of pleasure crashing over us. Gradually her insides relax and when the last of it has passed over me, I collapse on her back, sweaty and sated from the overexertion of truly mind blowing sex.

I pull her off the table and we collapse together on the floor, Isabella curled up in my arms. I hold her close while our breathing slowly returns to normal. My fingers move to push a damp strand of hair off her forehead.

"I said your name," she whispers, looking down at the floor.

"Indeed you did."

"Are you going to punish me for that?"

I chuckle lightly. "What's the point? Hmm? It seems you'd only get off on it."

She hums softly in agreement and snuggles closer to my chest.

"Are you angry with me?" I ask.

"Why would I be?"

"For forcing you to talk."

"No, it needed to be said. I swear to you, Edward, I do want to be with you forever; build a home and a family. I just don't feel ready for that right now. I asked Alice how she and Jasper decided it was time and she said she just knew, that it's just a feeling you get."

"Sweetheart, I don't want to pressure you about this. I never said I wanted to make a baby this instant. All I want is to know you and I are moving in the same direction, that we want the same things."

"I'm so in love with you, in love with this life we have together. I'm not ready to give it up just yet."

I hug her as close as possible without crushing her. Bella is my future, my whole life. And truth be told, she could tell me she'd never want children and it wouldn't change my mind about her. I'm in love with her and absolutely nothing she could ever do or say will change that. "I don't want things to change between us either. Except maybe to cement our commitment further..."

Bella smiles and looks up into my eyes. She knows I'm talking about marriage and the expression on her face tells me I need not worry so much about what her answer will be when I ask.

"What should we do now, love? Call it a day or continue with our playtime?"

"Please can we continue? I want to submit to you."

I can't help but smile. "Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and run you a bath. We'll take half an hour or so to refocus ourselves and I'll meet you in the living room."

Bella nods her head and reaches her lips up to kiss my jaw. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

After getting Bella settled in the tub I head downstairs to let Beanie outside. He does his business and then dawdles around smelling every blade of grass just to prolong his outdoor time. I decide to indulge him a little and go back in the house to retrieve my phone while he chases after a butterfly.

Leaning against the wooden deck railing I watch the dog run around the yard and listen to my voicemails. The first message is from my mother, letting me know our weekly Wednesday lunch will be at a restaurant halfway between Port Angeles and Seattle. The second is from Jason Jenks. He tells me Rosalie spoke to him about Gabriel's offer and I should call him back right away. I'm curious to see what Jason has to say so I dial his number immediately.

"Edward, my boy!" Jenks answers after several rings.

"Hello, Jason. I just got your message. So you've had a chance to talk to Rosalie?"

"Yes, very intriguing offer this new member has approached you with, I must say. Rose said you and Bella are interested in accepting it?"

"We are. I told Gabriel I needed to discuss the ramifications with you of course before giving him an answer."

He chuckles. "I'm sure you know by now I'd never discourage you from doing a scene, Edward. It could be very good for the club to branch out into private performances. I gave my old battleaxe of a lawyer a call though, and I'm afraid taking members' money for this sort of thing would cause the same legal trouble as when I tried selling tickets for the theater. If you want to perform for young Gabriel, it will have to be pro bono. Some nonsense about the exchange of money for sexual favors," he explains sounding agitated.

"That's the kind of issue I thought we might run into. Bella and I don't care about the money; we're only interested in the experience and helping out the club. But Bella's never done a private scene before; I don't know if she realizes how different it will be."

"I don't want to go public to club members until Rose and I have worked out logistics and schedules. Why don't you conduct this little expression of sexuality at my house? It might be less intimidating for Bella and will also keep things off the radar at the club until we know if it's something that we want to offer to the others."

"I think you might be on to something there. If word gets out around the club that we're doing a private show, there will be more requests in no time," I reply.

"Yes, and you and that little spitfire sub of yours will certainly garner the most requests for private scenes."

"She's also my girlfriend, Jase," I remind him for the umpteenth time.

"You know what I mean," he admonishes. "Let's give this Gabriel what he wants in the privacy of my home and if Rose decides it's something to offer at the club you and Bella will have first dibs on the schedule should you so desire it."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll call Rose to work out the details."

"Very well. See you soon, Edward."

"Goodbye, Jason. Thank you."

Well, no turning back now. It looks like we are really going to do this.

A/N: Please leave me a review! Your comments keep me wanting to write more and considering I still have three chapters of this story left to write... inspiration would be a good thing!