Throwing the last load of carpet trimmings into the dumpster on the driveway, Seth felt a real sense of accomplishment. Barring some finishing touches to decoration and cleaning, Bayllins Property Developers were ready to put their first project on the market for rent. Seth had spent the morning with Bayley, working on laying carpets in the two smaller bedrooms. It had been the final task on the very long list which had seen them take house from a shell of building with very little worth saving, to a home that any young family would hopefully want to live in.

A lot of time, blood and sweat had been put into the house, Seth thought with a smile. There had been no tears. He and Bayley had greatly enjoyed working together on the project. As they had gone along, Bayley had learned even more about DIY, and about gardening as well. The latter had been self-taught as Seth had worked inside the house while she had transformed the front and rear gardens from being an overgrown shambles to real showpieces with picturesque lawns and flowerbeds. Looking around the front garden, Seth felt proud of his fiancée and lucky to be with her. She was loving, beautiful, talented, hard-working and such a quick learner. What more could any man want from his partner?

Seth heard a car pull onto the driveway of the house next to theirs. Looking in that direction, he saw the one downside they had experienced during the renovations – Mrs Chandler, the miserable old battle axe who lived next door.

Since early on in the project, Mrs Chandler had made a point of complaining about as many things as she could, as often as should, particularly noise. How exactly a house was supposed to be renovated in silence and without occasionally making a bit of a mess, Seth wasn't sure. He couldn't help being amused as he thought back to how personally Bayley had taken the irritating interventions and complaints from the old woman. The ongoing altercations had revealed a new side of his girl, showing that if she was pushed, she wouldn't stand idly by and take shit; she would fire back and give as good as she got.

Laughing to himself, he recalled Bayley going through the overgrown rear garden with a chainsaw, and making sure that when she drilled holes in walls inside the house she had done it as loudly as possible.

"What are you laughing at?" Bayley asked happily as she walked out of the house behind him. Following his line of sight, she saw their neighbour getting out of her car.

"Just thinking about you and your best friend over there," Seth said, a smile on his face.

"Oh, hey, Mrs Chandler!" Bayley called out with a wave, using a friendly tone that had no sincerity behind it.

The old woman scowled back at them, not returning the greeting in any way.

"We're ready to put the house on the market," Bayley called out. "We'll do our best to find some noisy neighbours for you!"

"Bay!" Seth said, laughing at her.

Bayley shrugged. "It's not true, but hopefully it gives the miserable old crone something to worry about."

Seth put an arm around her shoulders and ushered her back into the house. "Come on, inside before you cause any more trouble."

"Me? Cause trouble?" Bayley asked innocently. "I would never."

"A likely story," Seth chuckled. "Right, I'm going to finishing tidying up upstairs."

"I'll do the kitchen," Bayley said. Since they had been using the kitchen to cook meals on the days they had worked on the house, it needed a once over before the house was fit to be viewed by potential renters.

Exchanging a quick peck on the lips, they parted ways. Seth headed upstairs to finish tidying and presenting the bedrooms they had been working on that morning, while Bayley went through to the kitchen.

Putting on the custom made apron that Seth had bought her as a joke gift, Bayley smiled. It was purple, with her yellow Bayley Buddy character on the front. A lot of people would have found it silly, but she loved it. She put on a pair of black rubber gloves and got to work. She wanted to get through the cleaning quickly, because she had one more thing she wanted to do in the house before they left it for the last time before it was occupied by others, and it wasn't something Seth knew about.

Fifteen minutes later, after a less thorough clean than she would usually have given the kitchen, Bayley took off the apron, folded it up and put it on one of the counters. She washed the lather from the cleaning liquid she had used off the gloves, then opened one of the drawers near the sink. That was where she had left the items she needed for Seth's little surprise. She had recently found the same two pairs of handcuffs and roll of purple duct tape that he had used to restrain her one morning a few weeks back. Turnabout was fair play, as he was about to learn.

Cramming the two pairs of handcuffs into her jeans pockets, Bayley walked out of the kitchen with the duct tape in hand. She had kept the gloves on, since she intended to cover Seth's mouth with her hand and couldn't stand the idea of him drooling onto her palm. The thought triggered what he infuriatingly called her OCD, and made her shudder.

Walking quietly up the stairs, Bayley listened carefully to figure out which of the bedrooms Seth was in. She heard what sounded like a blanket being put on a bed, telling her which room to go to and that she was just in time. He was almost finished with his job.

Perfect, Bayley thought when she stopped for a second in the doorway of the room Seth was in. He was standing with his back to her, bent over the bed as he straightened up the blanket for the perfect presentation.

"I'm almost done here," Seth said to her as he worked, having heard her footsteps.

Wasting no time, Bayley dropped the roll of duct tape to the floor, ran forward and jumped on Seth's back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clamped a hand over this mouth as tightly as she could.

Seth cried out in surprise into her hand as her momentum made them both fall onto the bed. He rolled, and ended up lying on his side, still in Bayley's trap.

"So, about that morning a few weeks ago," Bayley said into his ear, sounding about as menacing as she could ever manage.

Seth struggled against her, but her legs around his waist and the fact that he was lying on one of his arms kept him pinned down. She knew, of course, that if he really wanted to fight her off, he could. But that wouldn't be in the spirit of the games they played with each other.

"No! Lie still!" Bayley ordered, turned on to the maximum by her power over him as he grunted into her hand. "I'm going to take my hand away for a moment. Don't make a sound, or things will go a lot worse for you. Understand?"

Seth didn't respond in any way, which Bayley took for compliance.

"You know I'm going to get you back for this," Seth said threateningly as soon as she removed her hand.

Bayley sighed as she set about pulling his arm out from under him and cuffing his wrists behind his back. "Mister, this me getting you back. And I told you not to make a sound."

"The problem is I'm the one who does the telling around here," Seth replied, taunting her despite his situation.

"Doesn't look like it," Bayley said. With his wrists secured, she further surprised him by shifting her position and applying the second set to his ankles. He hadn't expected that.

"Where did you get those?" he demanded.

"You know exactly where I get them, since you hid them there. What you didn't expect was for me to find them." Bayley got off the bed, picked up the roll of tape and showed it to him. "I found something else in the same place. Remember this? Remember what you did with it?"

"Yeah, I remember," Seth said, resigning himself to the same fate. "Damn, you looked hot wrapped in that."

"Good for you. Now we can see how it looks on you," Bayley said with a sweet smile. She got back onto the bed and set about using the tape to bind the handcuffs around his wrists to those around his ankles, forcing him into a hogtie in exactly the same inescapable way that he had done to her.

Lying on his side, now unable to move, Seth glared at her. "Now what, bitch?"

Bayley raised her eyebrows. "Bitch? Now what kind of way is that to talk to your fiancée? I'm going to have to show you what happens to men like you who abuse women." She clamped a hand back over his mouth. "First you shut them up, like that."

"Mmpph!" Seth growled into the rubber.

"Then you hurt them," Bayley said, seductively licking her lips like a vampire about to seek her teeth into a victim. The analogy was particularly accurate, Seth thought, since he knew what was coming. She liked to bite him, to hear him moan in both pleasure and pain, and to leave her mark on his neck. It would be by no means the first time he would have to show up to a week of WWE shows and have the makeup girls cover up unsightly bruising on his neck. He was sure they laughed behind his back about it, but he didn't care.

Keeping her hand over his mouth, Bayley leaned down and went to work. She started by lightly nipping his skin with her teeth, just enough to cause pain and get a reaction from him. From there, she slowly got more and more aggressive, until he was groaning and squirming against his bonds.

After minutes of that, Bayley finally lifted her mouth away from his neck, feeling herself breathless, sweating and soaking wet for him. She wouldn't be getting off on this occasion, though. As the one who was bound, that was his privilege.

"Fuck, I'm so turned on," Bayley said. She slowly removed her hand from his mouth, flexing it to ward off the cramp that had been threatening to set in.

"Oww," Seth groaned as he took in a couple of deep breaths. "You and those fucking teeth of yours."

Bayley knew he was saying that as part of the game. "My mouth can do other things too," she promised sweetly.

"I think you should prove that," he challenged.

"Oh, I will. But I need to keep you quiet." Bayley picked up the duct tape again and wrapped it around his head, covering his mouth. She doubted it would stick very well because of his beard, but it didn't need to be there for long, the way it had been on her last turn, she thought. She had totally lost track of how long he had kept her bound and gagged on the bed that morning, taunting her about her inability to escape. He was lucky he was going to get away this lightly after doing that to her.

Bayley unbuttoned Seth's jeans and pulled them down enough to expose his boxers. She pulled them down also, and breathed a soft moan of delight when she saw his erect shaft waiting for her attention.

Turning him over as close to being on his back as he could manage while tied up, Bayley leaned down and took him in her mouth, licking and sucking at the head of his shaft as she massaged the lower part of it with her hands. After being together so long, she knew exactly how to give him what for him was the perfect head. After what she had already done to him, she knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he shot his load into her mouth.

When she sensed his climax approaching, Bayley heightened his pleasure even further by moaning in delight herself, knowing that her would feel the vibrations against his cock, and that would send him over the edge. She heard him moaning into his gag, then he exploded into her mouth.

Bayley lifted her head, swallowing most of his fluid. Some of it had leaked down her chin, so she quickly wiped it away before it could drop onto the brand new blanket. "Fuck, baby," she breathed. Swearing was rare for her, which told Seth just how much she had enjoyed it.

Crawling up the bed, Bayley unwrapped the tape from around his mouth. "I'd call us even," she said.

"Not even close, but you give amazing head," Seth said breathlessly.

"I had to do that in this house before we rented it out," she said as she set about releasing the hog tie and then the handcuffs. "I can't explain why, I just needed to. Now I feel like we're finished here, and we can go onto the next thing. The question is what is the next thing? A new project?"

As she freed his wrists, Seth sat up, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the end of the nose. It was an affectionate gesture that he liked to make, and in any case he wasn't going to kiss her properly until she washed out her mouth. "I'm thinking of something else," he said.

Bayley smiled. "Oh, what's that?"

"I think it's time we got married."

END

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read this story, and especially to those who left reviews along the way.

Needless to say after that ending, there is potential for another story in this series if I decide to write more of Seth and Bayley. Who wants to see their wedding?