Jesus, this guy.

He liked to talk, and he liked me to talk as well. And fuck if it wasn't making me ridiculously hot.

"I'm standing behind the chair, and you're... you're right behind me," I said, my eyes starting to close, letting myself see the fantasy. "You put your hand on my back, and... oh fuck."

"Don't stop, Bella, or I will," he warned.

"And, and you push me over, roughly, bending me in half. Your hand rubs on my back, sliding down to my ass, then disappears. Then, you …"

"Bella..."

"You hit me, your hand against my ass. Oh God, I can hear it so clearly, that loud crack, then I feel the sting and the warmth on my skin. You hear me moan and you know I liked it, so... you do it again."

I wondered if he would try to spank me with the hand that was currently on my ass, but he didn't. He just squeezed and stroked my backside, letting his fingers explore a little here and there, but never quite going between my legs. He teased so much that I found myself wanting him to do it, but I would never, ever ask for it.

"Yes," he said softly. He was hard as a rock, and I think this was getting him off just as much as it was me. So I kept going.

"You spank me a few more times, on both sides, until you can't take it anymore... the sight of me bent over in front of you, wet and ready, my skin hot and red from your hands..."

"Continue," he moaned loudly, moving his hips towards me.

"You kick my legs apart, grab my hips, and shove your cock inside me... hard... no mercy."

He made a noise, but no recognizable words. I was close, right on the edge. Part two was just around the corner.

"Then you fuck me... oh God, Edward, you fuck me hard, so hard... yes... holding my hips... I'm close, baby," I moaned, my eyes screwed shut. "Holding me tightly to the chair so I can't move, oh... fucking me... yes..."

Right as I started to come, he removed his fingers from me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me on top of him, sliding his cock quickly and deeply inside of me. God, it felt so good, and it made my orgasm start again, from the beginning. He started thrusting up into me, hard and fast, guiding my hips with his hands. I lifted myself up from him, over and over, up and down, faster and faster.

"Fuck, Bella," he groaned, gasping for air. "So hot... you… are... so... fucking... hot." He punctuated each word with a thrust, a hard, deep thrust.

He must have been pretty worked up from the chair story, because he came shortly after that, and neither of us moved, just sitting there, him still inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I had fallen forward, and I was resting my head on his shoulder. His hands stroked my back, slowly, softly.

He moved slightly, and I felt his lips on my neck, just a whisper.

"Ready for the chair, baby?" he asked softly.

I pulled back and looked at him with amusement. Was this guy serious? Well, hell yeah, I was ready. And from the looks of things, so was he.

I laughed softly and climbed off of his lap. This time, I gave him my hand and helped him up. Once we were both standing, he started walking towards the chair, pulling me along behind him. He stopped, mid-way, and spun me around, a little dance move, sans music. I twirled and giggled, holding his hand.

"Smile for the cameras, honey," he said, and I smiled and bowed at our imaginary audience.

No. No fucking way. It couldn't be. He couldn't have really said that; he couldn't have known. But... why else would he say something like that? At the time, I assumed he was just being cute, teasing me, egging me on, and I gladly played along.

But, maybe not. Maybe he knew. And maybe he was flaunting it in front of me.

Fuck! What else had he done that night, just to get a better picture? I started going through the entire night again, trying to remember every action, every comment, every word, looking for hidden meaning in everything he said and did.

How could I have trusted him? How could I have believed him? What a fucking idiot I was!

The door opened suddenly, and I jumped. It was Charlie, pulling me out of my nightmare fantasy.

"We have news, Bella," he said gruffly, again, all business, tossing a fat, manila folder onto the table. "We know who did this."

Hmm. Lots of questions about Edward's involvement... did he or didn't he? Well, I can't tell you that, obviously, cause it'll give away all the good plot stuff! But again, trust me, and stick with me, and it'll all be good. I promise.

I also got a bunch of questions about Charlie, who he was to her... my bad! He's her father. I knew it in my head, but didn't SAY it. Whoops! I'll try to throw in a sentence in a future chapter for clarification. Thanks for letting me know!

The next few chapters are pretty plot heavy, fair warning... Then some smut, then more plot... you get the idea :) If it's a particularly short chapter (or if I leave you on a particularly steep cliffie), I'll try to post another chapter later that day.

Mel - I LOVE when dirty talks too! More of that to come... hehehe.

Thanks to all of you, for reading, and for sending me the most interesting ideas about what's going on!

And thanks to LibbyLou862, my fabulous beta, who makes all my stories 8000 times better.

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)