To Imagine

"This is not fucking, Edward! This is you treating me like I'm some breakable piece of china!" Bella wants to be fucked, rough and raw. But will Edward ever conform to her ideas? All-human. Lemons galore; be warned.

BPOV

I couldn't concentrate at all. All I could think of was Edward and the dull ache in my clitoris. Edward … sweet baby Jesus, fuck I don't know what I would do without him. Of course, he hadn't given me my first orgasm, or even my second or third. But I hadn't really known pleasure until I'd met him.

He had some serious talent in the sex department.

His skilled fingers could not only produce the neatest script I had ever seen, but he could massage and tickle, make me pant and beg. I don't think he realizes how much I think about his fingers touching me when he's writing, or cooking, or doing anything with his hands, really.

And his tongue! Holy mother of pearl; watching him talk, or eat, or whatever, makes me think of his tongue in my mouth or shoving itself in, well, in other places. If anyone knew how fucking wonderful that tongue was, I don't think he'd be mine. Anyone would pay for him to spend even five minutes touching their bodies. He'd be like most famous orgasm-inducing man in the world.

…Which brings me to his penis. Strong and hard, this not-so-small piece of his body is what greets me in my dreams most nights. When he's in me, it feels like I'm being torn apart at the seams, but then like I'm finally totally whole at the same time. If he ever knew how weak in the knees he made me when I first got a glimpse of his bulging erection begging to be freed of the confinements of his jeans he'd, well he'd just laugh at me.

The only thing that is wrong with this picture is that he never really loses control with me. I never get to really feel all of him, ever, because he's always too caught up in being gentle and protecting me. That is, he was … until this morning.

It was 11:58 and I couldn't have been more distracted. I was in a meeting with my co-workers, but I wasn't taking anything at all into my brain. I was going to lunch with him in seventeen minutes, but seriously, the time could not pass quick enough. All I could hope for was that he'd give me several more mind-blowing orgasms during this hour-long break in my day.

12:01, maybe we could sneak into the washroom and he could finally put his penis into my vagina, where we both knew it really belonged. No matter if there was a hurricane outside, if I got fired from my job, if the Oilers won the Stanley Cup, if my mother's house burned down…

12:05, his dick would always belong embedded in my warmth, just as we would always belong together come hell or high water.

12:06, His fingers would always itch to touch my bundle of nerves and his tongue would always want to plunge into my vaginal tunnel, or seek refuge in my mouth.

Bella, I scolded. I had never thought like this before. But then again, Edward had never acted as he did today … which brought me back to the subject of lunch.

12:10, "Okay, that's all everyone. Thanks for coming, enjoy the rest of your day."

Five minutes, I sighed. Just enough time to drop off the papers and my notebook, grab my blazer and head downstairs to wait for Edward.

We were sitting in the restaurant now, and the waiter had already taken our drink orders. Edward ordered a coke, while I had water with a lemon wedge. The waiter, Scott, had seated us in a booth, and Edward made me sit on the inside, and he sat right beside me. I was extremely glad that the table had a tablecloth.

As soon as I had seen Edward waiting by his car just outside the building's doors, wetness surged down into my thong. I was twitching uncomfortably in my seat and Edward smirked down at me, "something bothering you, Bella?"

I shook my head and tried to remain still.

"Pull your skirt up." This was said out of the corner of his mouth, and I couldn't wait to comply. I hiked my skirt up so it just barley covered my butt and I immediately spread my legs wide for him. I saw the waiter coming towards us with our drinks and I made a move to pull down my skirt.

Edward hissed at me, "Put your hands on the table Bella." I sat perfectly still and Scott reached our table.

"Here is your water, miss. And you coke, sir. Can I take your order?" Thank God I had already chosen my meal, because I wouldn't have been able to choose anything while exposed like this. Edward's hand was on my inner thigh.

I tried to smile, "Um, the Cajun Chicken Salad please."

Edward's hand slid up and cupped my entire vagina in his hand and I moved forward into his hand, sighing and clenching my hand on the table. He placed his order and Scott walked away again.

"Bella, what the fuck is this?" His hand came up from under the table and he licked his finger. I groaned. "What was that Bella? Are you wet for another man?"

I shook my head. "I'm not touching again you until you tell me why you're so fucking wet, Bella." He gestured with his wet hand. "This is unacceptable. We're exclusive; you shouldn't be attracted to someone else." He looked into my eyes. "Tell me why you're so wet." This was a demand. "Who makes you drip like this for them Bella?"

"You," I squeaked.

"Yes Bella? What was that?"

"I only drip for you Edward." He smiled.

"Good." And his hand went under the table again and stroked me. "Bella look at me. This, right here," he kept stroking me, "is mine. You're mine and you always will be. I am the only one who gets to touch you here. This," he pinched my clitoris and I yelped, "is mine. You will never spill your juices for another man, understand?"

I nodded and he pinched me harder. "You speak when you are spoken to."

"Yes Edward, I'm yours and I will never drip for anyone for you."

He nodded and took his hand away. "Pull your skirt down Bella, people will think you're a tramp."

He drove me back to the office and parked his car. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was making sure I didn't get wet for another man on my way up to my office. He walked me to the elevator and rode up to the eleventh floor with me. I lead him to my office and he came in with me, closing the door behind him.

He started walking towards me and when he reached me, he backed us up until my back was against the left wall. He unbuttoned two of the buttons of my blouse and lowered his head to kiss them. He licked all over the exposed swell. He unbuttoned three more and ran his tongue down the crevice between the two. I grabbed his head and pushed my breasts into his face more.

He pulled away and went to sit in the armchair across the room. "Take off your clothes."

I was all for what he said and hurriedly tore my clothes off and stood before him. His eyes travelled across my body and he stood up, walked over to his briefcase and opened it. He had his back to me, so I couldn't see what he was getting. He turned around and he held his iPod. He went over to my docking station and plugged it in. The music started.

"Close your eyes." I closed my eyes and I felt his body heat in front of me. His hand came to my breast and I felt a sharp pain, then it happened to the other one. "Turn around Bella." I did as he said and now I had my back to him. My nipples throbbed. For a while I didn't hear or feel anything, but then I felt him behind me. He didn't have his shirt on anymore, and his pants were gone. All he was wearing was his boxers.

"Open your eyes." My eyes opened and I looked down to see what was making my nipples tighten and throb for his touch. "They're called nipple clamps. It's going to hurt more before it gets better." He tightened the clamps as he said this. "Dance for me Bella."

I ground my butt into his pelvis and he pushed right back. I dipped down and came back up, with my butt pressing harshly into him. His hands came up to wrap themselves around my breasts and I moaned in pain.

"Bella shut the fuck up and enjoy this. Remember, you wanted it." His hands squeezed my breasts around the clamps and I moaned again while swaying my bare butt against his pelvis. He tightened the clamps again and squeezed my breasts tighter with his hands. "More hurt before it gets better," he repeated his earlier words and he squeezed again.

"Are you wet yet Bella?" he asked this as his hands trailed down my body and came to push my folds open and play with my clitoris. Even though my nipples burned, I was throbbing in pleasure. He noticed. "You are wet, my beautiful Bella." He loosened the clamps a notch and a squirt of wetness came from my vagina. He turned me towards him and backed up towards the wall again.

"Up Bella." I jumped up and my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands pulled at mine and held them against the wall. His hard and defined abs brushed against my center and I squealed in delight as fresh droplets of moisture came from between my legs. With our lips attached and fighting for dominance, I was thrusting my clit towards his stomach and moaning when the hairs there tickled me.

I pulled fiercely at my hand and when he finally released one, I moved it to rest on my swollen clitoris, rubbing it.

"Edward…"

He started moving away from the wall, but I was well supported so I kept my hand where it was. He set me down on the armchair and hooked each leg over both the armrests. He then went over to my desk drawer and pulled out a new device.

"Bella," he started, walking towards me with the object in hand, "this will hurt, but I want you to remain perfectly still."

I stared at him as he reached me and knelt down in front of me. He reached for my folds and traced my entire exterior with his index finger. "You're so beautiful Bella. Especially here." His thumb jabbed down on my clit and cum spilled from my vagina as I came for the first time in my office. Edward stroked me until I came from down from my high, and then attached the clit clamp to my clit. I flung my hips into his face and squirted a new load of cum into the air.

The clamp stung and burned me, but my fluids wouldn't stop pouring from my body. My body quaking, I sought out his head through my half-lidded eyes and pulled his face into my warmth. His tongue went straight into my hole and began plunging in and out. I thrust hips into his face again and again, but he didn't seem to mind, or if he did he didn't say anything. He pulled away from me and released my nipples from their confines. He tugged slightly at the clamp on my clit, and wetness seeped from my vagina and down onto the chair.

He finally took the device off my body and I came again as gave my clitoris one last sharp lick of his tongue. He stood up and walked around my office, grabbing his clothes and putting them on. He then grabbed my clothes and brought them over to me. He bent down and gave my clit a sweet kiss and helped me to my feet. With my knees shaking and my head spinning, I barely managed to make my way into my clothes even with Edward's help.

"I'll pick you up at 4:30."

And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me still shaking from the pleasure I had just received.

AN: Two or three more chapters, I think. Likey or no-likey? Tell me please!