A big thanks to Claire Bloom for beta'ing this. If you aren't reading her stories you should be.
*Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight; I just like to play with her characters.
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen had an itch, and as he huffed and puffed above Tanya, the kitchen maid, he realized that she just was not able to scratch it. He looked down at her writhing body in disgust as he withdrew from her quickly, still hard as a rock and unsatisfied. If he were being honest with himself, he'd tired of Tanya quite some time ago and was in need of fresh meat.
"My lord, what have I done wrong?" she questioned in her high pitched, nasally voice.
"Leave now, wench," he ordered in a harsh tone, giving her an evil glare that terrified the maid so much, she nearly fell off the bed. She hurriedly scurried away, but not before glancing longingly at her master.
Edward sighed heavily as he got off his bed and gathered his clothes and a towel. A cool swim in the lake beyond the pasture was what he felt like right now.
As he walked out of his room he passed by Jessica, the cook, he gave her a small smile in way of greeting.
"My lord," she stopped him.
"Yes Jessica?" he answered, sounding harsher than he meant to.
She hesitated a moment before saying, "Have you met the new maid?"
"We have a new maid? What happened to Lauren?" he questioned.
"Yes. Lauren was caught stealing from Lady Esme's chamber, so Lord Carlisle handed her over to the authorities. Isabella arrived late last night."
Ahh, Lauren the bitch. She had it coming, not to worry, good riddance actually. Maybe her replacement would prove better than her. Hmm, Isabella, I wonder if she lives up to her name, we shall see. Maybe she can assist me with my itch, he thought with a smirk. That is, of course, if she isn't an old hag.
Edward shuddered despite himself.
"No, I have not met her yet," he answered the cook's question, hesitating a moment before he continued, "How old is this…Isabella, is that what you said her name was?
"Yes, Isabella. Fairly young, from the looks of her probably no older than Miss Alice," Jessica replied.
"Thank you Jessica. If anyone asks for me, I was just headed out for a swim," he said, dismissing her. She curtsied before heading back to work in the kitchen.
What Edward did not notice was Jessica's smile when he mentioned where he was headed off to.
"Isabella," Edward whispered her name, trying it out on his tongue. He wondered if she would be like all the other maids before her, and give into his charm. Jessica, of course, was an exception. She was married to Mike, the butler, therefore she was off limits. She would have chopped off Edward's nether bits and fed them to him if he would even so much as entertain the idea.
Of course she will give into my charm, Edward thought rather arrogantly, thinking of Isabella again. For who could resist Edward Cullen, sole heir of the Cullen Estates?
The answer to that was no one. Edward had everything any man his age and older could wish for, and would die to posses; money, looks, and charisma. His smirk alone was enough to bring any woman to her hands and knees, begging him to take her.
Oh, and take them Edward did, he was a man after all, a well endowed man with urges and an insatiable appetite for the fairer sex. But he never loved any of them. No, that was a mistake he would never repeat. Edward Cullen hadn't loved in a long time, not since her, and even now, after so long, that blow still stung. It was because of her he had vowed never to love again.
Ah, well, no need to dwell on that, Rosalie had married his cousin but not before Edward caught her naked in his arms, the cheating whore and his cousin.
Edward had been extremely calm, considering the circumstances.
"Get out," he had whispered menacingly, looking at their shocked faces, their bodies still entwined. They had appeared shocked yes, but not ashamed.
"Come on Cousin, it is the middle of the night," Emmett had retorted.
"I am your cousin no more, if it weren't for the fact that blood ties us together, I would murder you right now. Now, get out, if you ever want to bed this bitch again."
That had been the only threat Edward had needed to make. Ten minutes later, his cousin and ex-fiancé were long gone from his life, for good.
He became a cold hearted cynic after that, bedding anyone he pleased, but as soon as they showed any signs of attachment to him he dumped them like you dump out the trash. Bed them yes, love them no.
No, love was not a word he would ever make a mistake of believing in again.
Isabella, Edward thought as he walked towards the lake, I wonder what she looks like. Who cares, perhaps I will meet her at lunch, charm her at dinner and fuck her into a stupor by bedtime. She won't be able to resist my charm, but I will show her who's the master, I will make sure she knows it too, and as soon as I am done pleasing myself, I will send her off to be the good little maid she's supposed to be, he thought cynically.
As soon as Edward reached the oak tree at the end of the pasture, he began to strip out of his clothes, taking his time he walked slowly towards the lake. As he neared the water's edge, Edward realized he was not alone. Standing at the edge of the lake stood the most exquisite human being he had ever laid eyes on. Her back was to him, so she did not know he was there, watching her. Her white shift was wet and clinging to her bottom, Edward felt an immediate urge to grab it, and grind himself against it.
Her hair appeared to be brown, although he couldn't tell for sure because it was wet, and it hung all the way down to her waist. Edward began to get frustrated with her and himself. No woman had the right to make him feel this way, or this hard when he hadn't even seen her face.
Who was she?
He cleared his throat and scowled "Who are you, and what the hell do you think you are doing?"
She gasped and turned towards him quickly, too quickly. She lost her footing and fell backwards into the lake.
Edward stood there, stunned by the beauty of her face and the depth of her eyes for just a second before he rushed towards her and grabbed her by her arm, yanking her out of the water. She stood before him sputtering and desperately trying, but failing, to cover her chest.
"Answer me! Who are you?" he demanded once again.
"I am B-Isabella sir, the new maid for the Cullen family," She stuttered, her gaze faltering from the harshness of his voice.
Edward stared at her. Isabella, he thought, Ah, the new maid... her name does not do her justice.
His eyes raked over her body. Isabella's nipples had hardened from the cold water of the lake. Her shift was clinging to her every curve. His eyes hungrily reached the bottom of her flat stomach and stopped on the maddening triangle of dark, brown curls between her thighs.
Oh, how he wanted to bury himself there, right now. His cock twitched at the thought.
Suddenly, Edward heard her gasp and he ripped his gaze from between her thighs only to see her blush and look anywhere but at him.
"Who granted you permission to come out here?" he demanded, inching closer to her. He had to touch her, the need was immense.
Isabella lifted her head defiantly while looking him straight in the eyes, and answered.
"Lady Esme, and Lord Carlisle. They asked me to wash up before I met their son, Lord Edward. So, if you will excuse me sir, I must be on my way."
Edward laughed internally. It looked like the fates had smiled upon him today. He smirked as he closed in on her and said, "Is that so? Well then mistress Isabella, pleased to meet you," he swooped in and pounced upon his prey, claiming her lips with his.
God in Heaven. Never had he tasted lips so sweet. She gasped and struggled against him for a few seconds before sighing into the kiss.
Edward kissed her with fervor.
Oh, this just might be the cure to my itch. His dragged her closer to him so that he could feel her every curve.
Isabella suddenly began to fight him off.
"How dare you!" She shouted, as he suddenly felt a sting across his face and realized she had slapped him.
Angry now, he grabbed Isabella by her hair and ripped her shift in half, exposing her body to him.
She fought and spat against him and he stood there mesmerized by the sight.
"I am Edward Cullen, you will never, ever, slap me again, understood?" he sneered, as he brought her face close to his. Isabella bit her lip and nodded her head in understanding, her eyes shone with fear and unshed tears.
Edward gazed down at her beauty and reached for her breasts, palming them in his hands then pinching her rosy nipples. She resisted for a few seconds but his glare caused her to cease. It was a moment before Isabella sighed in pleasure, and he took it as a sign to continue. He, once again, claimed her mouth, this time deepening the kiss as he continued to fondle her breasts.
The urge to suck her nipples overcame him, and so he lowered his head and sucked hard, all the while reveling in Isabella's sighs and moans. He lowered himself completely to the juncture between her thighs, where he desired most to be, and inhaled deeply.
Exquisite, he thought as he ran his finger up and down her slit, until finally reaching her hidden nub, he applied a slight amount of pressure to it. Edward heard her whimper as he simultaneously pinched her nipple and watched in fascination as the Goddess before him reached the peak of her climax, her face contorting in pleasure, her legs buckling as her juices dripped down them.
He laid her gently on the ground and began licking the juices from her thighs, until he reached her mound. Then suddenly, so overcome with need, he parted her lips and licked her slit, enjoying the taste that was all her.
As Edward continued to lick and nibble on her clit, Isabella bucked her hips as he parted her legs, and she looked at him and begged breathlessly, "Please."
He smiled up at her, "Please what love?" he questioned amused at how responsive she was.
"I need, I do not know," Isabella whined, sobbing in frustration.
"Shh there, there, now love, I will take care of you," Edward said, as he pushed her legs apart with his knees, "and you, my dear Isabella, will take care of me." He groaned as he plunged himself deeply into her tight, wet, hole.
Edward was stunned when he met the resistance of her maidenhead, but pushed on. His need to claim her was colossal. She sobbed in pain as he broke through it and Edward stilled inside her.
"Shh now my sweet, relax and think of the pleasure you just had, it will stop hurting soon," he whispered soothingly, feeling extremely honored to have been Isabella's first lover.
Yes, I will teach her how to please men. No, I will teach her how to please me. No one is ever to touch her, she is mine, and mine only, he thought possessively.
His thoughts were cut short by her heavy sighs of pleasure as she suddenly began rocking her pelvis against him, indicating she had adjusted to him. With a need so intense, he began thrusting into her, slowly at first, then with her encouragement, faster and faster. His pace became frantic as he neared his climax, the coils in his stomach tightening.
When he knew he could take it no more, he reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed his name and shook wildly as she came, her tight walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth, until he too, was overtaken by white hot ecstasy it had been the most intense pleasure of his life.
As he came down from his high, he realized suddenly that perhaps Rosalie had never really mattered to him.
Could it be? Had this woman earned his affections, his love?
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