Chapter 23:

BPOV

Everyone is watching me, and it feels much different than the times Edward and I have performed at Coming Attractions. For one thing, most of these people are strangers to me. I see Jenks' friend John and his wife Molly watching. They are sitting at a table and chairs next to Rose and Emmett. I recognize a few people whom I've met this evening, and Irina and Riley who only minutes ago had sex on this same stage. There's something refreshing about this crowd. Almost every face is new to me, and I like that unfamiliar aspect to the scene. At Coming Attractions most of the people in the audience were long term members of the club, and after a year of performing they became more like friends than voyeurs. The excitement in the air here is palpable. I can sense that Edward feels it too as he walks around me setting up the scene.

The other difference about this experience is the stage isn't against a wall. There's no curtain leading to a backstage area. We are literally surrounded on all four sides; it's new and exciting to think about our audience seeing me from every angle. I'm surprised that all these new factors don't unnerve me even a little bit. My body is humming with excitement too loudly for any fears or uncertainty to surface.

Edward has asked me to lie down on the padded bench in the center of the stage. I am naked, lying on my back, and my master walks around the T shaped bench running his right hand along my skin. I feel my nipples pebble from his touch. We agreed before the scene began that four party guests, two men and two women, would be invited to help us with the scene. Each one is standing around me and holding a silk scarf. Edward takes their scarves one by one and uses them to tie my wrists and ankles to the bench.

Inviting others to participate was John's idea. He mentioned earlier this evening that his friends like interactive scening. Edward and I have only ever invited others to touch me during a scene for training purposes. I can recall the first time I ever had two men's hands on me at once, when Edward was training Emmett, and I must admit it was a very pleasurable experience. Our plan for this scene takes that experience one step further, though Edward and I both agreed that sex is reserved only for each other. We've made that promise to one another as Dom and sub and as Edward and Bella.

"How are you doing, pet?" Edward asks as the last scarf is tied tightly around my ankle. My knees are slightly bent and I feel his hands run up my shins, gently pushing my knees apart.

"Good, Master."

I can't see him until he walks around to the side of my head and I turn my neck to follow his movements. He's discarded his shirt and jeans, standing now in just navy blue boxers briefs. Scrumptious. Master stands over my head and I gaze up into his eyes as his hands find mine. It feels like a comforting gesture, as if Edward is still worried that I'm about to scream red and freak out on him. I smile reassuringly and his head dips closer for a kiss. Kissing upside down is awkward but for some reason in this moment it's incredibly erotic. Edward's face obscures mine while the rest of my body is completely on display, bound and open for the audience to see. The Spiderman kiss continues as Master's hands slide up my arms and I feel his fingertips ghost over my collarbone. He palms my breasts eliciting a moan to escape my mouth. Edward's lips swallow up the moan as his tongue continues to swirl around mine. When he finally pulls his face away I am breathless.

"Isabella, if you are ready I'd like to invite our guests up at this time. As they have been previously instructed, only their hands will be used during the scene and only I will be standing between your legs. Don't hesitate to use your safe words if needed. Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Master." I've never been more ready in my life. I can feel the wetness between my legs and need him to touch me there soon.

I hear clothing rustling and feet shuffling as four people slowly approach the bench. My clit throbs in anticipation. Master removes his hands from my breasts and walks around between my legs. The lower half of the bench is two separate planks and he pushes them apart so he can move in between my legs and press his hard cock against my pussy. I'm spread out like a naughty snow angel now. I feel his bare skin against mine and know that he is naked too. The thought thrills me, though I wish I'd been able to witness him stripping down to nothing.

While Master's fingers are testing my readiness I see two men approaching the bench. One is blonde, the other brunette, and both are clad only in their underwear sporting some major wood. I don't recognize either man. Blonde man stands on my side, his hand hovering a few inches over my breast. Brunette is closer to my head on the other side of the bench. I close my eyes, waiting to feel their hands on my body.

Master's fingers continue to tease my wet folds and his touch is beginning to drive me wild with lust. I open my eyes to see why the male participants haven't touched me yet and I see what the holdup is. Both men are watching Edward. Our two female participants have come to join the others around the table. The first has black hair with a Mediterranean skin tone; the other is a fair skinned redhead. They stand near my feet and are focusing their attention on my master. His fingers still tease my clit but his other hand is palming his cock. It's fucking erotic as hell.

Both women raise their hands to touch Edward and my first reaction is to struggle against my restraints; not to stop them, but because I want to feel his soft warm skin too. I'm jealous of their ability to caress him. And they do. I watch with rapt attention as the women's hands skim along his forearm, over his biceps, and around his shoulders. Master presses his lips firmly together to avoid reacting to their touch and I feel two of his fingers slip far inside my pussy. I moan and close my eyes momentarily. In that instance of pleasure when my sight is gone I feel hands touch my flesh. I gasp in surprise, and a moan soon follows.

Blonde man went for the boob. His grip is gentle yet unfamiliar; so different from Edward's hands. Brunette touches the skin on my neck first, sliding his hand down my chest between my breasts. The feeling is amazing. It's erotic and naughty. Blonde man tweaks my nipple and it makes me whimper. Edward's eyes meet mine and I lick my lips. He smirks at me and removes his fingers from my body. The two women seem to be trying to keep their hands synchronized. When one runs her hand over Master's left pectoral the other woman does the same to his right. I watch Master align his cock with my entrance and slowly press the tip inside. I need more and wish I could buck my hips up to take more of him inside me.

He leans forward a little, one hand on the base of his cock and the other on the padded bench at my waist supporting his weight. The women have their hands in his hair; gently tugging his head backwards. Then they move together down over his chest and onto his stomach, inching their way down the v that leads to his groin. The men are running their hands all over my breasts mostly, in between sliding them up and down my torso. Master presses his cock further inside me until his hips hit mine; meanwhile never taking his eyes off my face. He feels so good buried inside me. Sensations are running wild all over my skin as Master and the other men caress me all over. My orgasm is starting to build but I'm not ready for this sweet torture to end yet.

I break eye contact with Edward as Blonde man and Brunette palm my breasts simultaneously. I don't want to look away but the feeling is just too much. I can distinguish the differences in their hands as they move back and forth. Blonde man's fingers are rougher and I'd guess he probably works with his hands as a carpenter maybe, or some other manual labor. Brunette's are much softer, and I imagine him being a masseur or college professor. Their thumbs brush over my nipples and I cry out. I'm not going to hold out much longer.

Master is thrusting deep inside me now. Maybe he senses my urgency to come or perhaps he's struggling just as much as me. I force my eyes open and I quickly assess his face. I was right the second time; he's close to coming. His thrusting slows in order to control his need to finish. Master brushes his thumb over my clit and combined with the other two men's thumb's rubbing my nipples, the thumb becomes my new favorite body part. Aside from Master's dick, of course. Oh, and his face. I think I'm becoming fucking delirious.

Master is still leaning over me, swirling his thumb over my clit, and thrusting his cock inside me in a steady rhythmic motion. I see the red headed woman graze Edward's ass with her hand and it makes him groan. Black haired woman smiles wickedly and moves her hand from his abs around back to his ass. I feel the effect this move has on my master as his hips start hitting mine harder and faster. I don't look at Blonde man or Brunette, only absorb the feel of their hands on my flesh. We lock eyes again, Master and I, as if to reassure one another that all this pleasure being felt is just between the two of us.

I'm making noise now, beginning to lose the battle with my orgasm. Red head smirks at me just as her hand leaves Edward's ass and comes back swiftly spanking his left cheek. He jolts forward and gasps which throws off the rhythm of his thrusting. The black haired woman giggles with excitement and subsequently spanks my master on his right cheek. I bite my lip because the sight of my master being spanked for pleasure is incredibly arousing. He groans deeply, a sound that resonates deep in my soul. For a second I think he might tell them to stop but after the red headed woman does it again, Master finally succumbs to the pleasure. He growls and resumes the punishing thrusting of his cock.

"Master," I whimper in warning, though he can probably feel how close I am the way my muscles are clenching his cock.

"Come, Isabella. I'm ready for you to come, baby," he coaxes. It's the sexiest fucking sound.

Blonde man and Brunette have both their hands on my body, alternating between threading their fingers through my loose hair and trailing down over my breasts all the way down to just below my navel. Edward's hand has that southernmost territory covered. Just as my orgasm is about to crest I feel two soft delicate hands on my inner thighs. Holy shit, it's the women! Master is pounding into me, his gaze locked on my face. I don't think he even notices. They apply pressure against my thighs pulling them further apart. I feel so much stimulation I think it might kill me. My heart rate is off the charts.

Master's face is deep pink and I can see he's breathing erratically. I stare into his clear green eyes as my orgasm overtakes my body. I watch as the black haired woman tugs Edward's head back by gripping his hair. Her other hand is clenching my inner thigh so close to where Master's cock is entering me. As I begin to come the men pinch my nipples tightly and I can't hold back my scream. I lose all control and can feel the seldom experienced gush of fluid be expelled from my body. Master follows immediately, shouting out a string of curses with his back still arched as he releases inside me.

When we're both silent the four participants remove their hands from our bodies and take a few steps back. Edward and I are left in the center of the stage, panting and shivering together in aftershocks. He unties my ankles first and then my wrists. As soon as my hands are free I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against him.

"I love you, Master," I whisper against the sweaty skin of his shoulder. I feel Edward's arms wrap tightly around my waist.

"I love you too, baby. You did so good," he replies kissing my cheek.

The sound of applause fills the room all around us and it brings me back to where we are and what just happened here. Well, I don't know about Edward, but I'm feeling pretty damn good. Returning to the stage was a big step for us and I'm so relieved to have finally taken it. Judging by the crowd's reaction to our scene, I think our performance ought to generate a lot of interest in Full Exposure. We should have brought some business cards.

EPOV

It's Thursday. That scene at Midnight Sun the other night was so erotic that I've dreamt about it every night since. Bella never ceases to amaze me. I was so nervous about agreeing to play at the party after having decided Bella wasn't ready, but she seemed more than willing to give it a try. I couldn't believe she wanted to embrace John's suggestion that we allow other members to participate, but in hindsight I am so happy that she did. It's the kind of scene I haven't involved myself in for years, and it felt really liberating.

The most rewarding part of the experience is that Bella claims it has jumpstarted her desire to do more public performances. She says she's looking forward to Full Exposure's grand opening now. I told her on Sunday I'd be more than willing to go practice in the half completed club. Unfortunately, she got her monthly cycle that morning and as a result we haven't had sex since the Midnight Sun performance. I followed her into the shower yesterday morning, desperate to get her to agree to let me fuck her there, but she kicked me out. No red wings for Edward.

It's been five days and I'm more or less desperate for her at this point. I feel like a walking hard on. She can't tell me she's overcome her fear of scening in public and then go and get her period. Mother Nature is laughing her ass off right now. Since Bella has agreed to not only attend Full Exposure's opening night but possibly perform with me, it seems like this damn renovation will never be finished. We have a firm deadline though. The opening night party is in two weeks. Bella still doesn't want to do a scene at Coming Attractions, so I'll have to wait for Full Exposure to open to get her back on stage. This will be the longest two weeks of my life.

I'm gratefully pulled from my self pity by a ringing phone. It's my cell; our realtor is calling.

"Marcy. How are you?"

"Mr. Cullen, I am doing wonderful. I have some news for you. A house has just come onto the market that I believe you and Miss Swan will fall in love with. I'd like to bring you out to take a look at it this afternoon if you're available."

Marcy has promised us the last three weekends that we'll love the houses she finds and each time they have fallen short of our expectations.

"Bella is tending to a client this morning, but she will be available around three o'clock. Will that work?"

"Yes, that is doable. I really think you'll be pleased this time, Mr. Cullen. One of the houses I'm going to show is in the Queen Anne section."

This gets my attention. It's one of the neighborhoods where Bella, and more specifically Alice, was hoping we'd find a house. Marcy continues to tell me about square footage, recent upgrades, and the excellent school district. While she's talking I pull up the listing on the realtor's website and am surprised by what I see. Marcy might have actually gotten it right this time.

"It sounds like a good find. So we'll meet you downstairs at 3?"

"Yes, I'll drive," she replies. "See you then."

I send Bella a quick text to let her know I made the appointment with our realtor and then make my daily call to Jason to go over the progress on the club. With just two weeks to go we have a lot of little details to iron out. The contractors are just about done with construction work. We still need to pass the city's electrical inspection and carpet goes in tomorrow. Then next week we'll be stocking the bar, setting up tables and chairs, installing light fixtures and the sound system, and setting up the play rooms.

I wanted to decorate each private room with a different theme, like burlesque and prison cell, but Alice insisted that themed sex rooms "are so gaudy," whatever that means. I was confused but Bella agreed with her that my idea was dumb, though she said it nicer than Alice. So Tink will be at the club next week handling the staging of each room and I will be banned from the second floor until she's done.

The fourth floor is the offices, I'm allowed up there. They were completed first and I've been using my office for a few weeks now while I hammered out membership lists and conducted employee interviews. I've hired three waitresses and two bartenders. Two of the waitresses are new club members who jumped at the chance to work for the club and get a discount on their membership fee. The other is a former pole dancer. Her name is Danni and she's very talented. Rose is lending me Felix to work opening night and train the new three man security team.

Bella comes home from assisting Mrs. Morehead and takes a quick shower to get ready for our appointment with Marcy. At three o'clock the three of us head out to Bainbridge Island to look at one of the houses she picked. The first house we look at on Garibaldi Loop is gorgeous and has everything Bella and I would want except a reasonable price tag. It also includes a ferry ride to work every day making the commute at least an hour each way. Marcy agrees that we might be better off sticking to the other side of Puget Sound. Somewhere back in PA Alice is stomping her foot.

On West Prospect Street in the Queen Anne area stands the house Marcy was sure we'd love. I could tell by the time we opened the front door that she was right. It's a three story single family home with blue siding and two porches. There isn't much front yard but the back is spacious with a fence enclosure. It's also just a fifteen minute drive from Full Exposure.

"This is a really nice find, Marcy," Bella comments as we walk into the foyer.

The living room is on the left and dining room is to the right. We walk through the living area and I note an impressive stone fireplace on the exterior wall. My flat screen will look good hung over that mantle. The kitchen is at the back of the house and there's a mudroom leading out to a back porch. The second floor has three bedrooms and a bathroom. The third floor is a master suite with walk in closets, full bath, and a small room that could either be an office or a nursery. The home's current occupants are using the space as a nursery and Bella blushes when I catch her staring at the white rocking chair in the corner with a Classic Pooh stuffed animal on the seat.

"How old is the HVAC?" I ask trying to sound like a knowledgeable home buyer.

"Three years," Marcy reads from the paperwork she brought on the house. "The appliances are included. Washer and dryer are nine years old. The roof is sixteen year old, the carpets last replaced in 2007, and the kitchen was redone in 2009."

I nod my head, thinking what else I should be asking. Marcy told me on the phone about the property taxes and school district. I think that about covers the basics. Bella smiles at me as we walk back through the master bedroom and look out the window that faces the front street. The neighborhood is nice too, quiet and full of similar style homes, lots of trees, and a park is just a few blocks away.

Marcy sees us beaming at each other. "I'll go down to the kitchen and run some numbers on the asking price. You two talk it over," she suggests.

"What do you think?" I ask once Marcy has left the third floor.

"I love it. I love the kitchen, the yard, the floor plan, just everything. What about you?"

My hand reaches out for hers and I start rubbing my thumb over the back of her palm. I just need to be touching her. "I love it too. The yard is a good size, the asking price is within our budget, there's plenty of room, and I wouldn't have to ride the fucking ferry to work every day."

Bella giggles. "Alice was really pushing for Bainbridge. Do you think she will be disappointed?" she whispers.

"Alice is living in our townhouse rent free right now. She's in no position to argue with us. Besides, this is a great neighborhood. I'm sure she will approve." I pull Bella against my chest and kiss her forehead. "Do you want to make an offer on this place, love?"

I wait nervously to see what she will say. The idea of buying this house when I haven't sold my last place yet is a little unsettling, but Jason is paying me a good salary to run the club. And I can't stand our tiny apartment much longer. I really want to have a house with Bella as soon as possible.

"I had a pregnancy scare," she mumbles against my chest. For a second I think I misheard her but the she takes a step back to look into my eyes. "It was a week ago. My period was late this month and I was so nervous about it that took a pregnancy test. It was negative, obviously, since I've just had my period. I was four days late and so freaked out that I was pregnant, Edward. When I got that negative reading I was actually disappointed."

I don't know what to say. I'm shocked she didn't tell me this sooner, though I can tell from the tone of her voice she's confused by her feelings about the negative test. She's been thinking about this a lot recently. A small smile creeps over my face as I stare into her dark brown eyes. Yeah, I definitely want Edward Jr. to inherit those eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I panicked. And then when the test came back negative and I was actually upset, I panicked again. I didn't know what to say to you."

I sigh, shaking my head at her absurdity. She should know by now that she can tell me anything. "Let's put an offer in, Bella. This house is perfect. I want to live here with you. And whenever you have to take the next pregnancy test we'll be ready for it to be positive."

Bella bites her lip and smiles up at me. "Okay. Let's make an offer. I can picture us raising our family here. I really mean that."

My lips crush against hers and I'm so excited I feel like my chest might burst. Our kiss breaks off when Bella can't hold her laughter any longer. She's smiling just as much as me, and I love being the reason she's so happy. Two years ago I never would have thought I would be here right now; engaged and picking out a house where my family will someday live. I never thought I'd get a girlfriend at all without forfeiting my alternative lifestyle, and now I not only get to marry the perfect girl, but she loves me even more because of my dominating nature. We're meant to be together and I know we'll find a way to have a family and keep participating in our BDSM community in one way or another.

"I love you so much, Bella," I say breathlessly. "Wait, did you just say you had your period? As in it's over?"

She rolls her eyes at me and nods. "That's right. What are you going to do about it?" she teases.

"Well, baby. I am going to go tell Marcy to make the sale on this house happen. And then I'm going to take you home and make love to you in our tiny apartment," I declare.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she replies lifting up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips.

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