John walked over to one of the baths, setting his towel on a small free standing rack to the side of it, and then climbed in. It was the perfect temperature, and red lights glowed in the floor underneath it. There was a sliding cabinet flush against the wall with an almost impossibly wide selection of soap and shampoo, and John pulled out a bottle and set it aside for later.
He leaned back and let his head slip into the warm water as he rinsed his hair. John had never been a big fan of baths back home. In fact, they didn’t really have one in the tiny house that he and his mom shared. It was something that he never knew he’d even wanted, at least up until that moment.
A noise from the entrance of room perked his ears up. John ignored it for a second, and then finally turned and looked as it drew closer. Olivia was walking towards him, and his mouth fell open in shock at the sight of her, immediately followed by an embarrassed, futile attempt at covering his crotch underneath the water.
“Olivia!” cried John. “What are you doing?”
She was wearing a relatively modest black bikini, which for all that it covered, still made her look incredibly sexy and seductive. Her skin was clear and perfect, and the tight fabric of the two piece clung to her big breasts and butt, showing off her perfect curves. Olivia was smiling as though she had a secret, and wanted to share it with him.
“I’m here to help you get clean.” She giggled, and then gestured to her swimsuit. “This, sir, is just so I don’t have to worry about getting wet.”
John felt mortified as the pretty young woman walked over to his bath and confidentially began to lower herself in. There was just enough room for two people, and John continued covering himself, red faced and embarrassed, as she joined him. One of her legs brushed against his, and he felt his cock springing to life underneath his hands.
“I, I can wash myself,” said John. “This really isn’t necessary.”
For a moment, he thought Olivia had ignored him. She slid through the bath, over to the soap cabinet, and pulled out a few different bottles. Then, she turned to him and smiled with gentle eyes, slowly squirting a drop of shampoo in her hand and bringing it to his head.
“Sir,” she said. “John. I realize this is a lot to take in, but you don’t have to shy away from it.”
It was hard for him to ignore Olivia, her breasts and her body, and the closeness of it. The warm bath water was nothing compared to the heat that felt as though it was coming off of her, and John had to work overtime to not stare at her breasts as she leaned forward and lathered up his hair. She caught him peeking, and licked her lips.
“Close your eyes.” She lifted one eyebrow at him. “So the soap doesn’t get into them, of course.”
John obeyed. He wondered what his mom would think if she walked in on the scene, and then thought better of it. She understood this life better than he did, full of willing, obedient servants, and the trappings of money and power.
Olivia’s hands felt good on his head. She massaged the soap into his scalp slowly and steadily, and John began to wonder about her, as a girl, and not a servant.
“So… have you been a servant, or uh, have you worked here for long?” he asked, feeling about twice as awkward as he should have. Olivia didn’t say anything for a moment, and then spoke slowly.
“The old count, your grandfather, hired me several years ago,” she said. “I originally served the countess, but she passed shortly after I entered the household.”
John felt an unidentifiable emotion stab into his chest. He hadn’t even thought about his grandmother before, let alone her death. Olivia was silent, and he could tell that she was reading his emotions, and probably interpreting them better than he was.
“She was a good woman,” said Olivia. “And the Count was a good man. And you, young master, are as well.”
There was a tense, almost expectant pause, and John felt his cock slowly hardening underneath the water as Olivia’s hands drifted down to his neck. He coughed, and then desperately tried to think of something else to say.
“So do you work here full time, or do you go to school, or…?” The question felt very foolish even as it was leaving his mouth. Olivia laughed and slid in even closer to him, letting her boobs push against his arm, and slipping one of her hands down onto his chest.
“I’m 25, John. I mean, sir. This is my full time job, and the former Count gave me a generous contract to do it to the best of my abilities.” She had a wicked smile on her face, and her hand began to maneuver lower, across John’s stomach.
“What… what are you doing?” John felt his face heating up, and his heart began to knock with furious intensity against his ribcage. His cock was fully erect, and he almost jumped out of the water as he felt the tips of Olivia’s fingers graze across it.
“I am here to help you, sir,” she whispered. “With whatever it is that you need.”
John stared at her, mouth agape, as he felt her gently grip her hand around his cock. He let out a moan and felt pleasure shoot through his body in an intense wave.
“Oh wow, Olivia.” John was breathing quickly. He was totally inexperienced when it came to anything related to sex, and wanted to tell her, but somehow he wasn’t sure if he should. There was a strange balance of power between him as the new Count, and her as his servant, and it was already confusing enough trying to figure out who stood where.
“Just lean back, and let me take care of you, Count Ludling.” She winked at him as she used his title, as though she had a perfect understanding of how awkward and uncomfortable it made him.
Olivia slowly began to stroke her hand up and down John’s cock, barely applying enough pressure. Any touch from a woman was enough to make John ache for release, and he knew that it would be impossible for him to hold out for very long, especially seeing the look in Olivia’s eye, and the way she acted as though she was enjoying every second of what she was doing.
“Oh man…” John moaned and leaned back in the hot tub. The room was full of the sounds of the waterfalls running, the water filters and jets in the tub turning over, and now Olivia’s hand slowly creating tiny waves as she pumped it up and down.
“The old Count never let me do this for him,” whispered Olivia. “But you’re so young, and so eager. I can do this for you, anytime you need me to, sir. It can be part of my job.”
She cupped John’s hand in her cheek, and turned his face toward hers. He felt a little shy as he looked at her, his cock throbbing with pleasure as she jerked him off underneath the surface of the water. Olivia made him look into her eyes, so full of mischief, and hidden intensity.
“Olivia, I… I…” John began to buck his hips up slightly as she increased her pace. He had come to an orgasm many times before at the touch of his own hand, but never from someone else, never from a woman. It felt fantastic, beyond anything he could have imagined, and his body began to tense up as he began to get closer, and closer.
“You are so young, John,” whispered Olivia. “It’s going to be my pleasure serving you in any way that I can.”
Her hand was pumping with speed and enthusiasm now, and water splashed up each time her arm shifted back and forth. John reached out, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and one of her big, soft breasts with the other, and then lurched his hips up, pushing his cock just above the water.
He began to cum, and his seed spurted up into the air as though his dick was an erupting geyser. One of the spurts shot into Olivia’s hair, and she smiled with pleasant, understanding humor at it. The pleasure of the orgasm was only amplified by the warm, flowing bath water, bringing John to a place that felt almost like being a baby in a womb of sexual pleasure.
Olivia ducked her head under the water, and then slowly rose back up, facing John closer than she had before. She pushed her wet hair around behind her, and then lightly kissed John on the cheek.
“I realize that all of… this.” She paused, and then gestured to her, and to everything around. “It must be new for you. But you are going to make a
good Count if you choose to stay John, one day. And a good man, at that.”
She tussled his hair in a way that felt slightly patronizing, and then climbed out of the bath. John leaned up and stared at her as she walked towards the exit.
“Wait!” John looked at her, and felt himself wanting, needing to ask her what it all meant. She had done something for him that he had never experienced before, almost as though it was the first part of a ritual designed to prepare him for adulthood, for the responsibilities that now lay on his shoulder. He wanted to know who she was, and what she was going to be to him. Olivia locked eyes with him, and smiled coyly.
“I’m your maid and servant, sir,” she said. “I have responsibilities to take care of elsewhere in the estate.”
She continued walking to the door, and this time, John didn’t stop her. He slid lower in the tub, feeling his entire body glowing with pleasure, and thought about just how much his life had changed.
CHAPTER 4
Apparently, one of the responsibilities that Olivia had been referring to involved laying out clothes for him. When John climbed out of the tub and dried off, he found that an ironed blue dress shirt, a pair of soft tan slacks, black socks and underwear, and dress shoes had replaced the dirty clothes he’d taken off in the dressing room.
He pulled all of them on, surprised by how nicely they fit him, and looked at himself in the mirror. It was almost as though he was staring into the eyes of a different person, similar looking physically, but with a completely altered style and air about him.
John headed back into the mansion, walking slowly and still looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. It was quiet, a little too quiet for how much space there was. Every step he took echoed throughout the wide walls and high ceiling of the lobby, and he felt as though there should be music playing, or a crowd of people milling about, putting the place to use.
He made his way to the stairs, and slowly walked up them. He thought for a moment about how if the mansion had been a floor higher, it probably would have needed an elevator, which made him wonder if maybe it did have one and he just hadn’t seen it on the tour that Olivia had given him.
John found himself hoping that he could avoid his newly inherited maid, at least for a bit. The way she acted around him, so willing and eager to serve, was a contrast to the intelligence and confidence he could see in her eyes, almost hidden away. Talking with her made him feel as though she knew something that he didn’t, a certain something related to her radiantly feminine sexuality.
The library was right off the stairs on the second floor, and John ducked into it. He saw his mom sitting on a comfortable looking couch along the side wall, silently reading a book and looking much more serene than he would have expected her to.
“I guess I should have known that you’d make yourself right at home,” he said. Natalie jumped slightly in her seat, slamming the book shut and exhaling in surprise.
“Jeez! I didn’t realize that you were there…” She looked at her son for a moment, and noticed him glance down at the volume in her hands. “This book… it was one of my favorites back when I was a teenager. Never managed to find another copy of it, after I’d left.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing you got to come back.” John smiled at his mom, but she frowned back at him.
“Sweetie, I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not a good idea. All we have to do, all we should do here, is hire a caretaker and put the estate on the market.”
“We’re on a relatively secluded island, and this mansion is worth millions,” said John. “It’s not as though it’s going to sell overnight. And besides…”
His mom set the book down and crossed her arms, waiting for him to continue before preparing the protest that she was dying to mount.
“Mom, I kind of like it here,” he said. “I don’t think it would be such a bad thing if we stayed for a few days. We can take a little vacation, and you-”
“I have work to do!” Natalie stood up from the couch and brushed off her hands on her blouse. “John, I was in the middle of closing a deal on a house before we left. I can’t just…”
“You don’t have to work anymore,” said John. “I haven’t seen the numbers on how much grandfather left me, but you should know better than anyone that it will be enough.”
Natalie didn’t say anything. John slowly walked over and set his hand on his mother’s shoulder, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Let’s just stay for a few days and feel it out,” said John. He had on the same face that he had used on her so many times growing up, whenever he’d wanted a new toy or an advance on his allowance. He could see her resolve slowly giving way, her love for him outweighing her own desires.
“Count John, shall I begin preparing dinner?” Olivia had snuck up to the edge of the library, just as he had. She smiled her secretive, coy smile at him, and then saw Natalie and shifted back into a neutral, professional expression. “Oh, Lady Natalie, I didn’t see you there.”
Natalie shot daggers with her eyes at the young maid. She looked at John, and then began walking out of the library.
“You should start dinner immediately,” she said to Olivia. “Come on John, let’s talk more about this outside. I want to show you a bit of Blackthorn before you make up your mind.”
He nodded, smiled at Olivia, and then hurried after his mom. She was already halfway down the stairs by the time he’d caught up with her. Compared to how unfamiliar the mansion was to him, his mom acted like she was right at home, which made sense to him and made him feel a little uneasy. He wondered just why she was so reluctant to return, even just for a few nights.
The polished oak doors swung open surprisingly easy for their size. It was only as John and his mom walked down the front steps that he really began to get a sense of just how big the property was.
The mansion looked huge behind them, and the front lawn was the size of what a decently big park had been in his old city. There were sprinklers gently flicking water across the grass, and John could smell the faintly humid scent of sea salt on the air.
“This is unbelievable…” John looked over at his mom and saw that she wasn’t even close to being as entranced as he was, and moved forward across the paved front walkway without looking around.
“Come on then,” she said. “Let’s get going.”
“Aren’t we going to take a car, or be driven in?” asked John. Natalie shook her head.
“It’s only just a short walk into town, and I am sick of all of…” She gestured around her. “This. It’s a double edged sword John, trust me.”
He wasn’t sure if he felt the same way, but he nodded, and increased his pace until he matched his mom’s stride.
The Ludling Estate was on the coast of Blackthorn Isle, only a couple minutes’ walk from the town proper. The road leading away from the mansion had a small walking path next to it that led along the high, downward sloping cliff that the estate was situated on the cusp of.
Below the jagged wall of rocks, John could see a rather luxurious looking beach, at least fifty or sixty feet wide, stretching along the coast towards the town. Natalie noticed the attention he was paying to it and nodded.
“My father employs the lighthouse keeper to watch over the beach and make sure it’s always spotless.” She smiled at him, and then lifted her eyebrows. “Well I guess he’s your employee now.”
John didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked ahead towards the town and tried to get a sense of what it must be like for the people there. He followed his mom as the two of them walked past the first few houses of the village, looking around and expecting to see more people than he did.
“During the summer, Blackthorn Isle gets a number of tourists, but usually not too many throughout the rest of the year,” she said. “And during the day, the people here are still in their shops, and going about business as usual. Not much happens that’s eventful.”
John n
odded, and watched a small trolley cross by an intersection up ahead. There were a couple of older, but well maintained cars waiting at the intersection, and when the light turned green, they slowly rolled forward.
There wasn’t much of a true downtown area, but he could pick out a couple of stores, a movie theater, a bar, and all of the other town essentials. All of the nearby houses were smaller than the Ludling Estate, but he could see a few off in the distance, apart from the rest, that approached or even matched the size of it.
The main thing John took from looking at the town of Blackthorn was its upscale, gentrified nature. It was a small village, but it was clear that his grandfather, or possibly other wealthy community members, had poured money into every corner of every building, creating a tiny little rustic paradise for the people there.
“This is pretty much all there is,” said Natalie. She looked at him expectantly for a moment, and then glanced around at a few of the people traveling by on the sidewalk.
“I still don’t understand why this place is so threatening to you.” John spoke the words, and then instantly wish that he hadn’t as he saw his mother’s reaction. She folded her arms and glared at him, with emotion in her eyes that looked like it was older than he was.
“It’s not for you to know, John,” she said slowly. “Not yet.”
It was late in the afternoon, and John felt his stomach growling. He turned towards his mom and started to suggest that they stop at a café for a snack, when her eyes locked onto something behind him with full intensity.
There was another estate down a long driveway, right off the main part of the town of Blackthorn. Coming out of it was an older man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, with a much younger woman in tow.
“That’s Erik van Katho,” said Natalie. “His father and family were close to mine, back before I left the island.”
John smiled at her.
“So he’s a friend, then?”
The cold look his mom gave him told him everything he needed to know. He looked back towards the man, and took a moment to admire the girl walking with him.
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