19:

EPOV

"That's the last box… I think," I declare while reaching into my back pocket for the handkerchief I've been using to wipe my sweaty brow for the last four hours. "Whose idea was it to move in the middle of summer anyway?"

Bella chuckles while carrying a pillow and a houseplant into the small apartment we will now officially call home. "I believe it was your idea entirely," she purrs giving me a sexy little smile.

She's going to pay for that. I cross the room slowly so she doesn't see my attack coming and just as she's placing the plant on the kitchen window sill I wrap my arms around her and nuzzle my sweaty face all over her cheek.

"Edward!" she shrieks trying to get out of my embrace. "Stop! You're all sweaty and gross!"

I'm much stronger than Bella and her efforts to escape are futile and she knows it. "What do you say we do something to make you equally as sweaty? Hmm?" I say kissing her neck and bare shoulder.

She tries to fight me off a little longer but finally relents, groaning and reaching one hand back to tangle in my damp hair. "That's sounds really good, babe, but we have to get the U-Haul back in an hour or pay for another night."

Reluctantly I pull my lips away from her neck to glance at the clock on the oven. Damn, she's right. We've been moving boxes all day and now that I've finally stopped I can feel my muscles protesting from the workout. "Do I at least have time for a shower then?" I ask placing my mouth back to her salty skin. Bella tastes amazing with a light sheen of sweat.

"Yes, but hurry now. Go get the water on and I'll find the box with our towels. Go... Edward, go... Let go of my tit!"

I let her push my hands away and as she turns around to face me with hands on her hips in mock agitation I can't help but grin like a fool. Because that's what I am. A fool in love.

"Good God, Edward, stop looking so happy. It's creeping me out," she teases, walking across the small living room space to the boxes marked "bathroom."

I roll my eyes at her teasing, but Bella's right. I have been ridiculously happy the past week. As soon as we made the decision to move to Seattle and got over the hurdles of breaking the news to our friends and families it felt like a huge weight was lifted from our shoulders. We were both optimistic about what Seattle had to offer. New jobs, new people, a whole new outlook on life.

I'd asked my father about how the media in Seattle responded to Catie's sex video. I was relieved when Carlisle informed me that the story didn't even make the mainstream media outlets. He saw one mention of it in a story in the Seattle Tribune as they were running a larger story on the frequency of celebrity sex tapes being leaked to the public. Carlisle showed me the article and it was nothing more than a reference that cited "even a local Port Angeles newscaster suffered some heated debate after a particularly raunchy video of him and his girlfriend found its way to YouTube." The paper hadn't even used my name. I had to believe than Jenks was right; in Seattle Edward Cullen was small potatoes, his sexual preferences nothing to get too excited about.

We signed a six month lease on this small one bedroom apartment just a few blocks from where Full Exposure will be and are going to start house hunting once we've settled in. Most of our furniture stayed in the townhouse or got put into storage. I hope we won't be in this cigar box the full six months. I'm ready to find the perfect house and make it a home with my future wife as soon as possible.

I strip out of my sweaty t-shirt and gym shorts while Bella opens a few boxes looking for the towels. She follows me into the tiny bathroom and strips off her own clothes. She's not nearly as dirty as I am since I refused to let her do any heavy lifting.

"This will never do," I complain looking around the crowded space. "This shower isn't big enough for both of us."

Bella laughs and hangs the towels on hooks behind the door. With both of us in the room there's hardly enough space to turn around. "It's just temporary," she reminds me. "You can survive without shower sex for a few months."

I shake my head while testing the water temperature. I really don't think I can survive it but that's beside the point. We take turns showering and then dress hastily. I drive us in the U-haul back to the depot and we decide to walk the twelve blocks back to the apartment instead of spending money on a cab.

The part of Seattle we're living in is nice. There's a bakery, a food market, and a flower shop on the walk home. Bella slips her hand in mine after a block or two. Despite the heat still being a little unbearable I'm enjoying myself. Our relationship has been solid recently. I wasn't sure at first if proposing on a whim like I did had been a mistake. I just couldn't let myself move to Seattle with Bella without knowing we were on the same page. She was giving me mixed signals, teetering back and forth on the edge of a full commitment to our relationship, and I took a risk by trying to make her take that final leap of faith. Thankfully for both of us it worked. Bella smiles at me with love in her eyes and I just know she's as happy as I am.

We cross the street from Whitman onto Sherman Blvd and I stop dead in my tracks. Bella's hand slips from mine and she stops a few paces ahead of me. "What's wrong, Edward?" she asks eyeing me suspiciously.

I crane my neck to look up and the buildings on each street corner until I get my bearings. "I'm looking for building numbers," I say more to myself than Bella. 1401, 1403, there. 1405 Sherman," I say with a big crooked grin.

Bella glares at me in confusion and then looks over at the abandoned warehouse I'm focused on. "What is 1405 Sherman?"

"The future site of Full Exposure. See the Brickman Construction sign. They're the contractor Jason hired. This is where we're going to be spending a lot of our time pretty soon," I explain, marveling at the old stonework and early twentieth century architecture.

The building is only four stories, but it looks massive to me. I think that's because it's my responsibility to oversee the transformation of this old industrial warehouse into the hottest new BDSM club in Seattle. Jason has drilled it into my head a number of times that he wants to be bringing in more memberships and much higher profits than Midnight Sun by the end of next year. Sure, I can renovate this empty shell of a building and build a membership base that racks in better profits than the currently most popular BDSM club in the city. No pressure there, boss!

"Huh," Bella replies craning her neck to look up at the building. "For some reason I pictured it much differently."

I chuckle. "You probably pictured it a little bit more finished, right?" I guess.

She smiles. "Yeah, something like that. This looks like a huge project."

"You want to see inside?" I offer. "Jason gave me the keys before we left Port Angeles. Work crews have started inside, but I'm sure they're not working on the weekend."

"I'd love to as long as you think it's okay."

I nod, holding out my hand for her. She takes it as we walk across the street to the building's double doors. It takes a moment for me to finagle the keys in the locks but I get them open and we walk inside. It's dark and dirty inside, the floors covered in concrete dust. The first floor is immense in size, nothing but steel structural beams throughout the massive space. The windows are dirty and have plastic sheeting over them to protect from getting scratched or broken I'd imagine. In the center of the room is a large folding table covered with blue prints. There's a set for every floor of the future club as well as more detailed plans for certain areas like the bar, each of the two theaters, two locations for bathrooms, and a trio of offices on the top floor.

"Wow," Bella exclaims looking over the plans. It certainly does look intimidating. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the manager, not the contractor. Thank God there will be someone else here who knows what the hell to do with these design plans. Until the drywall is up I'll basically just be here to get in the way. "Can you make any sense of these?" she asks handing me one of the blueprints.

I turn it around a few times, and recalling the look of the club as Jason had described, it starts to make a little sense. "I think we're standing where the bar will be, just about the center of the room, and imagine booths and tables all around here. The second floor will have the dance floor, theaters, and M-booths."

"Is it safe to go up there?" she wonders glancing up to the second floor.

The elevator shaft is still just an empty shell, but a large winding staircase is already in place and looks solid. We take the stairs and I keep a close eye out for anything dangerous like holes in the floor or exposed wiring. The second floor is surprisingly more complete than downstairs. The framing for the walls are up and it's easy enough to see where the different rooms will be.

I lead Bella over to one of the two largest rooms, Full Exposure's future theaters. As we enter the space I start to get a feel for its size. This theater will be larger than at Coming Attractions. Jason told me it will hold between forty and fifty people. I watch Bella as she gravitates to the front of the room where the wood framing of the stage has started being constructed. She runs her fingertips along the wood, walking from one end to the other without saying a word. She hasn't looked at me since we entered the room and I wish I knew what she was thinking.

My dick is beginning to harden as I imagine this room completed the way the blueprints downstairs suggest. How I would love to dominate Bella in here someday. It feels like a sick fucking joke that I'm preparing to take control of a brand new BDSM club that will offer every toy and prop needed for our kind of fucking, and my submissive has no interest in using the facilities to their full potential. All that will be available to us, and I can't convince Bella to get back on the horse, so to speak. It's like owning a bakery on a gluten free diet.

She wanders over to the far wall, outside the theater framework and peers outside. Twilight's falling over the city and the setting sun casts shadows over the buildings all around us. The large industrial windows are covered in more thick plastic but the streets below are still visible. It gives me a wicked idea that I really hope Bella will go for.

I casually stride over to stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Looks like its getting dark outside," I muse quietly in her ear.

She rests her arms over mine, hugging me closer. "The city looks beautiful at sunset."

I hum in agreement. "I have a strong urge right now to press you up against this window, what do you think? It's Saturday, you know."

"Well, if it's Saturday then I don't really have much of a choice, now do I?"

"You always have a choice, Bella. Now, do you choose to get fucked against this window or not? Do you want to play, baby?" I whisper in her ear, tightening my grip around her waist as I stand behind her.

Bella deliberates a moment or two and then slides her hands from my arms, slowly upwards over my shoulders, my neck, and into my hair. I take this as a positive response to my question, especially when she tightens her grip, pulling hard at the roots.

"Oh, Isabella. I'm going to make this so good for you, darling," I murmur softly in her ear.

My arms release her waist and I get to work stripping my pet down to nothing. As I raise her shirt over her head, Isabella lets go of my hair so I can remove it. I unbutton her shorts and slide them down to her ankles. "Leave those heels on," I instruct as she steps out of the shorts.

I push her forward until the front of her body is pressed against the window; the sound of the opaque plastic material crinkling is loud in our ears. The shape of her body might be visible to people walking down on the street if one should happen to glance up, but the thickness of the plastic distorts any identifiable features. My fingers unclasp her bra and it falls unceremoniously to the dusty concrete floor.

"Hands behind your head. Stay put."

I leave her leaning against the window and go in search of something to bind her wrists together. The raging hard-on in my pants is becoming increasingly uncomfortable so I lose every stitch of clothing I have on as I scour the room for anything that can be used to tie Isabella's hands. There's nothing to find but tape measurers, various tools, and some paint cans. Returning to Isabella I resort to pulling the shoelace out of my sneaker. Resourceful, Edward!

Tightly I tie her wrists together and then place her palms against the window, posing her arms above her head with elbows slightly bent. Standing behind her, I reach around and dip two fingers into the front of her panties, checking for arousal. Isabella is very wet indeed, even though I've done nothing yet but undress and position her. I drag her panties down her legs and toss them aside.

The sight of her naked body through the window is definitely obscured by the heavy plastic sheeting and should provide her with a certain amount of comfort. I feel like scening here in the new unfinished club, amidst the evidence of the renovations in progress is poetic. A second chance for this old building, and a second chance for Bella and me. This building will be a place for people to explore their exhibitionist and voyeuristic tendencies, and yet its current state is empty and secluded. We are conducting a private scene in a place that will someday be the focus of dozens of voyeurs. I still hope to someday play with Isabella here.

"So beautiful, Isabella. How do you feel with your face pressed up against this glass window, watching people milling about down on the street while I prepare to fuck you?"

She moans as I squeeze her breasts in my hands and press my erection against her lower back. "So good, Master. I like this very much."

"I'm glad to hear that, baby. Now spread those legs for me."

Isabella complies without hesitation and I push her hips forward just a little bit so her front is flush with the window. Reaching between her legs I caress her soft moist pussy with one hand while keeping the other in the center of her back holding her firmly against the glass. As her orgasm begins to build she tries to buck her hips into my fingers but I only press her harder against the window. I want her to stay immobilized so that when she comes it's completely the result of my ministrations.

"Please," she begs when it becomes almost too much for her.

"Please, what, pet?" I coax.

"Please, please let me come now, Master."

I plunge two fingers deeper inside her, looking for that spot that drives her absolutely wild. "You're begging like a slut, Isabella. Tell me, is that what you are?"

"Yes, Master. I'm you're dirty little slut. Only yours, Master. Ungh, please," she whimpers.

God, I'm about to come from the noises she's making. I rub my cock against her thigh just to get a little contact. I've just about got her to the point of no return. She's begging for it, and I'm about to give her everything I got. My fingers curl inside her and she screams. The muscles of her vagina constrict and I can feel the physical evidence of her orgasm coating my hand.

As soon as she finishes I waste no time getting her into position for me to take her. My intention earlier was to draw this scene out, but my aching groin is not going to be able to hold out this evening. I peel Isabella's heaving body off the window and carry her to the center of the room and set her down on wobbly feet.

"Kneel down here," I say while slipping my discarded jeans under her knees to protect them from the concrete floor. "Don't move, baby," I add firmly.

She abides by my demands without question while I sprint downstairs to the drafting table, my hard cock slapping against my thigh as I run. There under the table is a long electrical cord I noticed earlier. I take it in my hands and hurry back to the second floor. Isabella is showing signs of recovery from her climax and watches as I fling the cord over a large exposed pipe attached to the ceiling above our heads and catch the end as it falls. She looks at me suspiciously and I give her a cocky grin.

I think this is rather impressive for a completely spontaneous scene. My hands work quickly to loop the ends of the electrical cord around the shoelace bondage that still holds Isabella's wrists together and hoist her arms up over her head until the slack in the cord is gone. I tie a knot in the cord and take a step back to admire my handiwork.

She looks fucking gorgeous, kneeling and strung up this way. My head dips forward to taste one of her perfect pink nipples and she moans. Still sensitive I see. Standing naked in front of my pet, I caress the thick length of my cock with one hand until her eyes tell me she understands what I want. When realization strikes Isabella rolls her head, takes in a long cleansing breath, and the opens her mouth wide in invitation.

My cock slides effortlessly into her waiting mouth and her lips close around it. Mmm, Isabella sucks gently and rolls her tongue around the base. She takes my length in as far as possible and then pulls off grazing her teeth along the way. My hands move to the sides of her face as I take over, thrusting gently into her mouth. She's utterly helpless in this position, and I'm aware that I'll need to keep my wits about me as I fuck her mouth.

My hips begin thrusting in and out in a slow rhythm. Isabella moans around my cock and it makes me want to come all over her face. She can be such a naughty girl when she wants to be. I can see from the expression on her face that this is turning her on. I'm going to want to make her come again when I'm done here.

Setting a faster pace, I feel my impending orgasm grow nearer and nearer. My fingers thread in her hair and hold her head in place. My cock slides in and out of her mouth while she struggles to keep suction on my flesh. I groan and grunt, alerting her to what's about to happen. I can't hold off much longer. The sweet warmth of her mouth is too much, and my whole body starts to convulse. I ease off on the thrusting, allowing her to finish me off in a way that's comfortable for her as I hold onto the sides of her head.

I cry out as my cock hits the back of her throat and I feel her swallow around me. My orgasm is set in motion and I tighten my grip on her hair as cum explodes out of me like a rocket. Fuck, this woman unhinges me. She moans around my cock and doesn't leak a drop as I pour my seed into her mouth. When I open my eyes and ease my hands and dick away from her the little minx licks her lips and winks at me.

When I've recovered from the awesome head I quickly release her hands from both electrical cord and shoelace. There are red marks on her wrists and I love seeing them. The marks are superficial; and will probably fade by morning, but I still feel pride and satisfaction for putting them there.

I help Bella to her feet and we just stand there staring at one another for a moment. "What?" I whisper after the single moment becomes several. I start to worry if I pushed her comfort level too far.

"Nothing, I just... I was only thinking how it's nice to know you and I were the first couple to scene here… even if the walls aren't built yet and there was no one here to witness." She admits shyly.

I wrap one arm around her shoulder pulling her close and kiss her temple. "I know exactly what you mean," I reply quietly.

We gather our clothes and help each other get dressed, smiles plastered on both our faces. Maybe this was a necessary baby step to help ease Bella back into the club scene. I can accept and understand if she chooses not to perform here, but I need her to be willing to at least come to the club. I can't imagine having to spend so much of my time working here if Bella feels uncomfortable with even setting foot inside the building.

"I think it's going to look amazing when it's finished," she muses taking another look around before we walk towards the staircase.

"Jason has so many plans; the task of getting it all done seems daunting. I'm nervous about opening night. I really don't know how we'll get everything done in time; the renovations, advertising, signing up members, hiring and training the wait staff."

She nods her head and laces her fingers with mine as we descend the large staircase. "I'm sure it seems like a huge undertaking, but I think you'll make us all very proud."

I glance over to see Bella's eyes fixed on mine, shining with pure unconditional love.

"You look like you want to ask me something," she probes.

I smile and follow her to the main entrance, turning off the lights and locking the door as we exit onto the street. She is still waiting for my question; I just don't know how to explain what I'm feeling in this moment. There's joy for conducting a scene with her somewhere outside our home for the first time in months. Anticipation for the club opening and our marriage. And then there's fear, because for the first time since I took this job I'm really excited about it and I'm worried Bella doesn't want to be part of it.

"I guess I'm just trying to figure out where you see yourself here," I say nodding my head toward the building. "Will you want to join the club, Bella? Do you want to be known in there only as the manager's wife, or do you want more?"

We start walking towards home and the silence is deafening. I know Bella is trying to decide how to answer, maybe considering for the first time what kind of a role she'll want to have in the club. "I feel good about this new life we're making here, Edward. I'm a little nervous about rocking the boat."

"Okay, I understand. You're right," I reply quickly, not wanting to make her rejection go on a moment longer.

"Wait, you didn't let me finish," she scolds in a teasing tone. My sullen heart starts beating faster. "I can't say I'll be ready for public nudity by opening night, but I really want to participate in the theater again. I miss it more than I expected. And not having a playroom at home anymore is going to be a big adjustment," she says smirking.

I hadn't thought much about that. Bella and I will have no place to play until we buy a house. All of my playroom furniture is in storage since the new apartment is much too small for it. My beautiful, custom built playroom in Port Angeles will be in the hands of Alice and Jasper as they are moving into the townhouse next week. I sincerely doubt Jasper will make good use of the room, leaving it empty and collecting cobwebs. What a damn waste.

"Are you sure you won't be afraid? To be seen in the new club, I mean?"

Bella shrugs. "I'll have the opportunity to familiarize myself with the club before it opens to the public. And all the members will be signing NDA's."

"That is true," I agree. "So you're not worried about Kinky Catie exacting her revenge on us anymore?"

"No, I have a good feeling she's out of our lives now," she replies vaguely.

Bella thinks I don't know about her little run-in with Catherine Bennett before we left Port Angeles. I find it amusing that someone who talks in her sleep as frequently and clearly as Bella could ever hope to keep secrets from her bedmate. I'll let her keep thinking I don't know about their exchange if that's how Bella wants it. I gathered from her multitude of dreams on the subject that Catie confronted her and they argued. At first I was nervous about what must have transpired between them, but after Bella mumbled in her sleep, "take that, you bitch!" in a triumphant tone I more or less figured out who walked away the victor.

I smile to myself and reach out to wrap my arm around Bella as we walk in the fading sunlight towards our new home. If Bella will truly be ready to visit Full Exposure by opening night then I'll be one happy man. Once we're married and settled in our new home I'll be perfectly content. And if at some point down the road she asks to perform at the club, well, I'll be about the happiest I could ever imagine being.

A/N: It's so nice to see these two happy again! More good times ahead next week. Please leave a review!