A/N: Okay, ladies... here we are at Jenks' house for the private viewing party. I got a little carried away and let my imagination run wild with this scene, so I hope you all like it. I'm gonna go hit the showers!

Chapter 8:

BPOV

It's Friday night and for the first time in over a year Edward and I won't be performing at Coming Attractions. Instead of Rosalie fixing my hair in the theater's dressing room I have Alice here in the bedroom of Edward's house. She's going overboard as only Alice knows how, curling and twisting my long brown locks into an intricate up do.

"Hair and makeup are done. Now for your costume," she announces handing me a mirror to inspect the back of my head.

"It looks great, Al, but is this really necessary, you think? I've been expecting this to be a low key kind of party Jenks is hosting. You're dressing me for the prom."

Alice rolls her eyes. "Bella, your hair and makeup is prom worthy, yes. But the outfit... Now that is reminiscent of prom night!"

She spins my chair around so I'm facing the white garment bag she arrived with a little over an hour ago. I stare at it warily, wondering what on Earth Alice has chosen for me to wear.

"Come on, let's see it," I groan. "I'd just like to remind you Edward's wearing jeans and a button down linen shirt. If you put me in a ballroom gown I'm going to look ridiculous."

"Have a little faith in me, Bella. I am a designer, remember. I created this piece just for you."

Alice slowly unzips the bag and I squeeze my eyes closed as much as possible without obscuring my vision. What I see is simply stunning. A black lace bodice with firm breast cups and thin shoulder straps adorned with silver rhinestones. There's a super short skirt made from the same black lacy material and it has so many fluffy layers it almost resembles a tutu. More rhinestones line the outermost layer which is a delicate black lace.

"It's gorgeous, Alice. But how am I going to get from here to Jenks' house without causing traffic accidents?"

She giggles and flits over to my closet to find something suitable to cover the sexy Alice-original until show time. I turn away from my exuberant little friend and slip off the robe I've been wearing. As I'm reaching for the black bodice Alice materializes at my side and snatches the hanger from my hands.

"Alice! What are you doing?" I gasp and reach for my discarded robe.

"I don't trust you not to rip it! Are you seriously covering yourself, Bella? Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into tonight? My seeing your naked body is going to be the easy part," she laughs.

She's right of course. Dressing in my own home in front of one of my closest friends is going to be the easy part. Suddenly I realize just how nervous I am about performing in front of Gabriel and Sandra this evening. And will Jenks be there too, or would that make the private show no longer private? I don't think I want Mr. Jenks in the room when Edward and I are performing tonight. I know he's Edward's mentor and good friend but the guy skives me out.

I think about the opportunity Edward and I have been given to express our kind of lovemaking for another couple's enjoyment. I've been looking forward to this and I'm getting aroused just thinking about the performance. I'm sure Edward has something special planned and I can't wait to see what that is. My nerves are coming from the fear of the unknown. Wasn't I just as nervous the first time I subbed for Edward? And that turned out to be one of the greatest, most exhilarating experiences of my life. I take comfort knowing this sort of stage is not new to Edward, it's where he started out, and as my master he'll make sure I am safe and pleasured throughout. I drop the robe in defeat and hold out my arms so Alice can slip the costume on.

Jason Jenks' house is not quite what I expected. He lives just outside the city center, close to the fishing docks south of the boardwalk. From the outside the building looks like a warehouse or factory of some sort but upon entering the main foyer it's clear that some major renovations have taken place inside. The first floor foyer houses an elevator and a steel door that Edward tells me leads to a large garage space.

We take the elevator to the second floor. Just as the bell dings and the doors start to open Edward leans over and kisses my temple. He must be able to tell I'm a little nervous. We decided together that play time would begin as soon as we stepped out of the car outside the building, but Edward's been quiet ever since I emerged from our bedroom wearing Alice's ensemble. He's worn his brooding, intense Dom face the whole ride here. I'm so aroused by it that I get wet when he kisses my temple in a seemingly innocent gesture of reassurance.

"Ready Isabella?" he whispers as we step out of the elevator into another foyer with large mahogany double doors in front of us. I feel like we've stepped into Oz.

I nod and look briefly into his eyes. "Yes, Master," I manage to respond sounding somewhat confident.

Just as Edward's hard reaches for the large brass doorknocker the door opens into the apartment and we're greeted by a very beautiful, very nude blonde woman. Callie, one of Jenks' two 24/7 submissives. Having two full time subs speaks to Jenks' experience and skill in the BDSM lifestyle. Being able to maintain and satisfy two women so effectively is quite telling of his level of ability.

"Good evening, Master Edward," she greets warmly. "Good evening, Isabella."

"Callie, good to see you again," Edward replies. He takes my hand and leads me into the apartment.

The walls are dark gray like the color of steel and there is warm yellow light coming from industrial style chandeliers every ten feet or so. The decor is very masculine. I'm surprised by how large the space is. The living room, dining room, and kitchen are encompassed in an open floor plan but separated by furniture placement and large oriental rugs that cover the concrete floors.

I see that Gabriel and Sandra have already arrived; sitting on a cream leather sofa chatting with Jason Jenks. Chloe is there too, kneeling next to Jenks as he pats her long dark hair. Naturally, she wears nothing but her collar. She looks so serene, peacefully submitting to her master. I wonder if I look as graceful when I'm next to Edward.

"Come sit. Can I get either of you something to drink?" Callie offers while leading us over to the living room area. "We have white and red wine, bottled water, or I can make mojitos!"

"White wine would be perfect. Thank you Callie," Edward answers smoothly.

He takes a seat in an oversized leather chair and I move to kneel at his feet, mimicking Chloe as best I can.

"Welcome, Edward. It's so good to have you and your pet join us tonight," Mr. Jenks greets. "Please make yourselves at home. I was just telling Gabriel about some of the scenes we used to do when you were just starting out."

Edward chuckles comfortably. "Only the better ones I hope. Every Dom deserves a learning curve."

I quickly glance over to Gabriel and Sandra, who are sitting side by side on the sofa. Sandra is also dressed to play and I'm reminded that I still have on my street clothes. I fidget a little, wondering if I should try to discreetly remove the light sweater and knee length skirt I'm wearing. Edward must sense my concern because he reaches out a hand for my shoulder to still me.

"Isabella, why don't you use the wash room and remove these clothes," he says softly.

He points me in the right direction and I walk away silently towards a plain gray door off in the corner of the room. As I look around it becomes much more obvious that this home belongs to a dominant. It's a definite fuck pad, almost borderline dungeon. I see two different whipping benches, a Saint Andrew's cross, and a tantra chair on my way through the open space. It's like he has a playroom in here but with no walls surrounding it. I've never seen a setup so exposed and unhidden before. It's the home of a true exhibitionist.

I'm feeling much more excited and aroused after stripping down to the black bodice and skirt. Walking back towards the others I notice a huge bed against a far wall. There's an impressive grid system overhead and a couch angled towards the bed. That will probably be where our scene will take place. I feel my cheeks flush lightly as I hurry back to Edward and kneel again at his feet. I feel his fingertips graze the back of my neck as he talks to Jenks.

"Who's filling in for you tonight, Edward?" Gabe asks.

"Rosalie and Emmett. From what I hear it's going to be a packed house."

Jenks chuckles. "I am here, my manager is submitting on stage to the head of security. Who's running the God damned business tonight?" he exclaims amused.

Gabriel looks alarmed but Edward smiles calmly. "I'm sure Emmett's team can keep things under control for an hour," Edward replies. "And Bianca's been doing a wonderful job behind the bar."

Jason and Edward talk a little more about the club but I lose track of the conversation when Callie returns with drinks. I take a long sip of my wine and then Edward takes it from me to set on the table in front of us. The conversation continues for what seems like a very long time. I begin to feel an ache between my thighs and I realize just how ready I am for this private performance. I want Edward to rip this black lace from my body, take me hard and fast, and make me come with that intensity only he can provide. Just when I think I'm going to die of frustration Jenks finally mentions the reason for our little gathering.

"Come Callie, Chloe. I'm going to fuck you both upstairs while our guests enjoy their time together," he says.

Jenks walks towards a staircase that leads up to a walled off section of the house that must contain his bedroom. Chloe crawls behind him until reaching the stairs. Callie follows them both up and shuts the bedroom door behind her. Suddenly the room is so quiet I can hear the electricity buzzing in the light fixtures over our heads.

Edward clears his throat quietly. "Are you ready, pet?"

"Yes, Master."

He taps my shoulder signaling me to stand. I follow him over to the bed that I noticed earlier in the back of the large room. Gabriel and Sandra take seats on the sofa facing the bed just as I expected. Gabe is watching me intently as Edward motions for me to kneel in my waiting position on the white carpet. Sandra looks more nervous than me and I idly wonder what has her on edge. Does she not want to watch us scene?

I take a few deep breaths while Edward prepares his props. He stands at a side table and the distinct sounds of metal clinking fills the silence. He removes his belt and shoes; my inner muscles convulse in anticipation.

"Gabriel, thank you for requesting this private session. We've spoken previously about what you hope to witness here tonight. I've incorporated a few of your suggestions into my plans. Please refrain from interacting with me or my submissive throughout the scene. You are, of course, welcome to touch Sandra and give her directions."

"Isabella," he calls firmly. "Tonight we are going to experiment with your stamina. I trust you've been keeping up with your yoga regiment? Answer."

"Yes, Master," I reply. I've done my exercises, but half assed. I hate yoga. Hopefully he won't be able to tell how I've been slacking.

"What are your safe words, pet?"

"Green, yellow, and red, Master."

"Very good. I don't want you to speak any more unless you need to safe word. And as usual, you will not come until given permission."

Edward walks closer towards me. My heart is pounding as he asks me to raise my head. Fuck, he's naked. How had I missed the sounds of his zipper, the ruffle of cotton as he removed his shirt and pants? I'm eye level with his engorged cock; hard and throbbing already. It seems my master really likes private viewing parties.

"I've always been fond of Jason's apparatus. Its... sturdy," he muses. I gulp. Good thing my panties are still in place because now they're soaked.

Edward circles around me and places his hands on my shoulders. He kneels behind me and my breath catches in my throat as I feel his fingertips trail down over my shoulder blades. They come to a stop on the black satin bow at the small of my back that is holding the bodice in place. He hums softly as his fingers work to loosen the crisscrossed ribbon that runs up the length of my spine. My skin tingles as it is slowly exposed to the air; the restricting force of the fabric giving way. My eyes are still closed; my hands relaxed on my thighs as Edward pushes the lace bodice off my shoulders and drops it on the floor.

My nipples pebble to hard peaks immediately in response to the open air. My master can't resist the invitation to squeeze and pinch them possessively. I moan in contentment, but am still reluctant to open my eyes. Gabriel and Sandra are only about five feet away on the viewing sofa and I'm positioned on the floor facing them. Edward's naked body is blocked from their vision by mine, though I still wear the frilly black skirt. I'm so aroused and vulnerable it might as well not be there; I already feel nude.

"Stand, Isabella," Edward orders darkly.

Finally I open my eyes but keep them trained on the carpet at my feet. I know we are not alone in the room; I don't need to see their faces to know that. Edward's hands grasp my ankles and slide very slowly up my legs, under the skirt, and grip the flimsy lace thong underneath. I expect Edward to rip it but instead he carefully pulls it down my thighs, past my knees, and over each foot. I'm wearing stiletto heels, never a wise option for me but Alice insisted, and I wobble a little stepping out of the panties. Edward's hand is there to steady me, always anticipating my needs.

His right hand disappears under the indecent skirt again and runs one finger through my wet pussy. I bit my lip as he slips his middle finger inside me. He's still kneeling behind me, hiding himself from our voyeurs. He's making me the complete focus of this show. As his finger pumps inside me, igniting the fire of arousal, his other hands moves all over my stomach, up to my breasts, and back again. I groan softly and buck my hips against his hand.

"So naughty, little pet," he admonishes. His left hand grips a handful of the skirt that shields his ministrations from view and lifts it up against my torso, effectively flashing my bare sex to Gabriel and Sandra. After a few seconds he drops it back in place but continues the assault on my pussy. His thumb moves to circle my clit and I cry out in pleasure. His free hand reaches for the skirt again and lifts it the same way, exposing my raw oversensitive flesh. I'm hot and bothered, in need of a good orgasm and my master knows it. He chuckles darkly and pulls both hands from my body. Shit, that's frustrating.

"Hold your arms up above your head," he instructs. I do as he says and hear Edward rise to stand behind me lifting the skirt up and dragging it the length of my body, up and over my head. "Open your eyes, Isabella. It's time to acknowledge our visitors."

My eyes open slowly and immediately I make contact with Gabe's piercing glare. He's turned on, that much is obvious. A flattered sensation runs through me as he rubs his hard cock through his jeans. "Does it make you feel good, pet? Look how hard you've made him. Gabriel, remember you can ask your submissive to aid you with that situation." Gabriel nods and opens the button fly of his pants. His erect penis springs free as he reaches for Sandra's hand and places it around the tip.

Edward smacks my ass and sternly says, "Get over to the bed now, slut. Stop looking at another man's cock." I bite my tongue, wanting to protest that he's the one who made me look. I have no interest in any cock but my master's!

I know he's trying to frazzle me and its working. I step over to the bed unsure of how Edward wants me to lie. He follows me and pushes gently on my shoulders until I'm backed up to the foot of the bed, my behind brushing against the mattress. "Lay back, Isabella, with your legs over the side."

Edward reaches above our heads for a pair of metal chains hanging from the apparatus as I get in position. The ends of the chains have thick metal shackles and I swallow thickly as he picks up one of my feet. I feel the cold hard metal encircle my ankle; the ominous sounds of chains rattling above my head. Edward shackles both ankles and reaches for the pull cord that draws in the chains, elevating my legs a few inches above my body. My knees are drawn back like I'm about to receive an exam from my obstetrician. I lock my knees together trying to preserve an ounce of modesty.

I have a feeling, though, my master's about to blow that modesty out of the water. He appears behind my head, kneeling on the bed. I glance up at him and he flashes me a wicked smirk. He inches his knees forward until nearly straddling my head. I take notice that he has nipple clamps in his hands. The preparation for the scene is behind us; my body has been softly humming in anticipation of pleasure and now it's time to really begin.

"Suck my cock while I fit these clamps on your tits," Master says. Oh, yay! Here we go.

I open my mouth obediently and Edward shifts his hips over my face, lowering his thick erection in inch by inch until it hits the back of my throat. My lips close around him and I swallow, sucking him tight. He groans in appreciation and I feel his thumbs brush across my erect nipples. I'm so hot for him it's ridiculous. For a moment I've forgotten our audience but now wonder how we look from the view on the sofa. I bet Edward looks glorious, his lean body stretched above me, the muscles of his abdomen coiled tight from the pleasure I'm providing him between his legs.

The first clamp twists into place and I wince from the brief pain that shoots through my body. The response is from the surprise and it subsides quickly. The second is easier to endure and within seconds both my nipples are aching from stimulation. Edward fondles my full breasts while I continue sucking him off. I'm assuming he doesn't plan to come this way but that doesn't keep me from giving him my best performance.

Edward moans loudly and I sneak a peek at his body above me, still upside down from my perspective. All I see is his the curve of his ass, and the tousled copper hair. His head is thrown back in passion and it causes a fresh discharge of moisture to leak between my legs. I need some relief, and I need it soon.

His cock twitches in my mouth and he withdraws it swiftly. "You are too good at that, my little slut," he chuckles.

I feel his weight shift off the mattress and hear his bare feet pad around to the end of the bed. The chains rattle again and my feet are slowly raised higher as Edward pulls the cords down as far as they'll go. He doesn't stop until my feet are high over his head, spread out to the sides; the weight of my upper body supported by my shoulders and head.

"What color, Isabella," Edward asks. This is the closest thing to suspension play we've ever done. It's listed as a soft limit on my checklist.

"Green, master," I say confidently.

"Good, pet. Remember to use your safe words as needed," he reminds me. Master's always so careful when pushing my limits. Other than the feeling of blood leaving my lower extremities I'm not uncomfortable. And my hands are free which offers me a modicum of control.

I think he's still standing between my legs but he's eerily silent. Master does this right before he attacks me with his hands or lips. My inner muscles coil in anticipation. The first contact he makes is his tongue, always an excellent choice. I gasp involuntarily, unable to control my response as his tongue plunges between my wet folds and slides all around. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My fingers clench the sheets on the bed and my head thrashes as his nose presses against my clit and his tongue fucks my core.

Master's hands are on my hips and as his incessant licking continues they begin sliding down my torso and over my stomach. I feel a sensation overload and a soft cry of pleasure escapes my lips. His hands still, momentarily startled.

"Green," I whisper reassuring him. His hands begin to move again and finally settle over my breasts.

"You may come, my lovely little pet. You taste so good."

Having his permission to climax, I know I won't be able to hold off much longer. He keeps up the multi tasking between my legs and on my breasts as I look to the side at Gabriel and Sandra. Gabe looks close to orgasm too, Sandra's lips around his cock but her head is turned towards the bed, watching us.

I close my eyes and give in to the pleasure. Multiple moans and cries erupt from inside me and my muscles coil up in preparation for release. Finally, sweet torture gives way to ultimate satisfaction. I come hard, convulsing erratically causing the chains to rattle loudly.

With eyes still closed, I take a few cleansing breaths as I come down from the high of orgasm. Edward removes the nipple clamps and the oversensitive flesh being freed causes an aftershock. I'm wrecked, and totally exhausted as Edward lowers my legs slowly and opens the ankle restraints.

"Isabella, you can sit up now, and when you feel able, turn yourself around on the bed. I want you on hands and knees," Edward instructs.

I wiggle my toes checking for adequate blood flow. I'm surprised that they respond after being elevated for so long. I turn myself over onto all fours. Edward makes eye contact with me briefly and grins.

"You ready for more, pet? Answer."

"Yes, Master. I'm ready."

He pats my head affectionately and then climbs onto the bed, lying prostrate in the center. I notice something in his hand I've never seen before. It's a toy of some sort but its purpose baffles me. I quickly glance over at our audience and see that Gabe has climaxed, probably the same time as me. He's tucked himself back in his jeans and has slipped his right hand under Sandra's skirt.

Edward motions with his hand for me to crawl towards him and kneel between his legs. "Take this," he instructs handing me the odd silicone toy. It's curved and looks like... oh, a double ended dildo. He pulls a bottle of lube out of thin air and coats both ends generously. I'm beginning to put the pieces of this puzzle together... oh my!

"Now insert it inside me, Isabella," he says staring into my eyes. I can tell he's serious but I still have trouble believing my ears.

He looks at me expectantly, bending his knees providing me more access. Holding the lubed up toy in both hands I carefully press one end against Edward's tight hole and watch his face as it slips inside a few inches. I have no idea how far to push this thing, having never been on this end of anal sex. Edward appears to be enjoying the feeling of fullness.

"A little further, pet," he whispers hoarsely. Fuck, he looks hot. His cock is hard as stone and standing straight up. I press the silicone cock another two inches and Edward sucks in a deep breath. "That's good. Stop there."

I can't help myself. I reach one hand forward and grasp his beautiful erection. I want to pump him and suck him to orgasm, but I know he has other plans. A ripple of excitement flows through me.

"So eager to please, Isabella," he coos darkly. "Get that tight little pussy on my cock now."

I move to straddle his hips and sink down easily, my juices coating his hard cock. He cries out, shutting his eyes momentarily to absorb the sensations of being both filled and filling me at the same time. His hands grip my ass cheeks and he adjusts my stance in a way that will allow him to access my back entrance. Yep, I knew he was going there. Butterflies swirl around inside my belly.

"Lift up," he whispers straining to remain composed. I do so and feel one of his hands leave my ass and reach for the double ended dildo. He twists it into position and feels around for my hole. I love when Edward incorporates ass play into our scenes but he's never attempted something so extreme.

To my surprise he gets the toy in position easily and I help him by rocking back in a way that presses my weight against the dildo and I feel it slide up inside me. Double penetration is something that once frightened me, but now always promises mind blowing results.

"How does it feel?" he asks cautiously.

"Good, Master," I reply and experiment with thrusting my hips.

Edward groans deep in his throat as the downward pressure of my body pushes his end of the toy further inside him. Ohh, I like this! "Easy, pet," he admonishes me, a dangerously sexy pout on his face. His hands settle on my hips and then he begins to move.

"Fucking hell," I hear Gabriel whisper inadvertently. I concur. Fucking hell!

My hands are braced on Edward's chest as he pumps over and over into me with his cock. The dildo we share pushes back and forth with his thrusting hips providing us each with the sensation of movement inside us.

"Isabella," he calls. "Reach over your head and grip those handles. Hold on tight as I fuck you harder."

I glance up and see what he's talking about. Black handles dangle from the apparatus and I lift my arms over my head to take them tightly in my fists. My back arches and my tits are pushed out forward. For a moment I wish I could see how we looked from the sofa. I'd like to see this from Gabriel's and Sandra's perspective. The reminder that my master and I are not alone further arouses me and I moan, throwing my head back. I give in to all these intense sensations, letting myself feel all the moving parts come together and quickly bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

Edward feels it too. "We're going to come together, pet. Talk to me, tell me when you're close."

"Oh, so close, Master. A little faster."

Edward grunts but complies, managing to thrust at a quicker pace. I moan and writhe above him feeling my inner muscles constricting in that most delicious way.

"So close, so close," I whimper.

"Now, Isabella...," Master warns.

He can't hold out much longer. Neither can I, abruptly exploding into orgasm as I scream out in pleasure. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice interfering with his ability to pump into me. He groans and just before my vision goes blurry I see his face twist in his own release.

After what feels like minutes later I finally open my eyes. Edward disengages himself and gently removes my new favorite toy from both our bodies.

"Wow," Sandra announces from the sofa. I barely have the strength to turn my head, having fallen forward on the bed to rest.

"That was fucking hot guys!" she adds. Her voice is a bit of an annoyance in my post-orgasmic haze. I'd prefer to lie here blissfully immobile for a while. Edward's better about acknowledging our company than I, graciously saying thank you as she applauds. Gabriel tells her to shut up and I close my eyes again.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Edward is fully dressed and trying to rouse me. I look around to find Gabe and Sandra over in the living room area once again speaking with Mr. Jenks. Fuck, how long was I out?

"About fifteen minutes," Edward says eerily reading my mind.

He helps me sit up and get dressed in my play clothes once again. He doesn't do as good a job securing the bodice as Alice did which only means I can actually breathe easily now. Edward goes to talk to Gabriel and Jason briefly while I use the bathroom. When I come out again Sandra is waiting for me.

"Hey," I greet feeling a little bit awkward. Not due to what she witnessed earlier but because I have no idea what she wants to say to me now.

"I am so glad Gabe and I joined the club," she begins. "I heard about it from a friend at work and at first I thought the girl was a little weird with all the BDSM talk. But she kept going on about how good Edward was and it made me curious. It was a hard sell getting Gabe to agree but now we're both so glad that we're members! You and Edward are totally awesome together."

Christ, she talks faster than Alice.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that. And I'm happy to be able to do this for you guys tonight," I reply diplomatically.

I hear Edward call to me and grin politely at Sandra. "I have to go, Master's calling me," I explain.

She nods her head and I say another quick thank you before crossing the room to stand by my master's side. It's been a long night and I'm ready to go home.

A/N: Please leave a review so I'll know if you enjoyed my crazy twisted imagination!