And then, like a short internet video with an abrupt end, it was over. His eyes were closed, and he could feel soft sheets on top of him and a mattress underneath him. There was something else though, something that made his body tingle with pleasure, and a small moan escape his lips.
“It’s time for you to get up, Count John,” whispered Olivia. “Though I thought you wouldn’t mind that too much with this being the replacement for your alarm clock.
John felt one of her soft, tender hands running up and down the length of his shaft. He moaned again, and slowly opened his eyes, the morning sun streaming in from his windows feeling much harsher and brighter than usual.
“Oh man… Olivia.” His voice was laden with sleep and arousal. His servant was smiling in him, dressed in another set of her sexy maid clothing, and slowly working her arm up and down underneath his blankets. The sight would have been almost comical if he hadn’t been on the receiving end, like a joke out of a sketch comedy show, except with real contact and real sexual pleasure.
“Again, this is another one of those things that the old Count never wanted for himself.” Olivia had a dreamy, far off look in her eyes. “But if you like it, I can do this for you every morning.”
“Oh, oh man!” John began to writhe in anxious ecstasy underneath the sheets. It felt so good, but it was so sudden, and so unexpected. He wanted to cum, but his mind worried about pointless things like the mess it would make, and how weird, or guilty it might make him feel. Olivia looked as though she was picking up on his conflict, and leaned in close to him, smiling like an understanding older sister.
“Just let it go, John,” she whispered. “Please. You can let you guard down around me, and give into what feels good.”
John locked eyes with her and saw something real in what was staring back at him. It was a mixture of responsibility, tenderness, respect, and possibly even a little love. He didn’t understand it, but he didn’t question it either, and felt his body accepting her words as fact.
Olivia’s hand pumped faster, but with the same gentle softness that she’d started with. There was something insanely girlish about the way she stroked him off, as though she had very little practice at it, but somehow still managed to get all of the major points right.
John bucked his hips up into the air once, twice, and then felt his body flush with intense bliss as his cock began to release its hot, sticky load. His cum blasted up into the sheets, but he didn’t care, and from Olivia’s easygoing smile, neither did she.
“I thought that you’d enjoy having a special wake up for your first official morning here at the mansion,” said the maid. John nodded, and smiled at her, wishing that he could go back to sleep.
“Thank you Olivia,” he said. She stood up and took a single step back.
“You’ll have just enough time to take a shower and have a quick breakfast before you head out,” she said. “I’ll lay some clothes out for you, and take care of your… dirty laundry, and sheets.”
John nodded, and then scratched his head.
“Just enough time?” he asked. “What exactly do I have to run off to?”
Olivia blinked a couple of times, and then let an amused smile spread across her face.
“The same place as most 18 year olds, John,” she said. “Just because your the Count doesn’t mean you get to neglect your education.”
She turned and left the room, and John pushed through his grogginess and climbed out of bed. The idea of going to school still felt like one of those things that he’d left behind when he’d started his new life on the island, but apparently it wasn’t. He yawned, and then pulled up his pajama bottoms and walked across his spacious bedroom and into his private bath.
He was unsure whether or not he liked the idea of going to school on Blackthorn. Sure, it would add a nice dose of normalcy back into his life, but he was Count John now, and the other teenagers would know it.
John flicked on the shower, played around with the fancy digital temperature display for the water, and then climbed in. It felt good, and pulled him into a proper state of wakefulness. He soaped his hair and body and had a moment of zen, a moment where the only thing that mattered was getting good and clean.
He thought about Olivia, and the way she’d woken him up. He thought about his mom, and the way she’d put him to bed. John couldn’t help but smile. Maybe school, in all its uncomplicated, regular glory, was exactly what he needed in his newly confusing life.
It only took him a couple of minutes to dry off and get dressed. The clothes that Olivia had set out for him were similar to the ones he’d worn the day before, a nice dress shirt with dark blue slacks, a leather belt with a polished belt buckle, and black socks and underwear.
Two flights of stairs separated him from the kitchen on the ground floor, and by the time he made it down, he was totally awake and ready to face the day. Olivia had already set a breakfast plate out for him, and was standing next to it, waiting.
“Is my mom still asleep?” John asked, glancing around.
“No,” said Olivia. “Lady Natalie has business to attend to in town.”
“Business?” John slowed as he lowered himself into his seat. “What business?”
“She didn’t say,” said Olivia. “And trust me, I asked.”
The maid smiled wryly and John turned his attention to his food. It made sense that his mom would have business on the island, she grew up on it, and there were probably loose ends that she never tied up from her hasty departure as a teenager. But still, something about it nagged at him in the back of his head.
“John…” Olivia took a seat next to him, and he felt as though she had slipped out of her formal nature for a moment. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, anything.” John took a bite out of his waffles and let her continue.
“It’s about what happened yesterday.”
John froze. Had she seen him and his mom last night? Had she been outside his room, watching from the open crack of his door? If so, then it was over for him and his mom on Blackthorn, if Olivia decided so.
“In the Red Thorn Tavern,” said Olivia. John let out a hidden sigh of relief, and nodded.
“I’m sorry for that, really,” he said. “It won’t happen again Olivia, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“John, that’s just it.” There was urgency in Olivia’s voice, enough to make her words sound a little sharp, and pressing. “It will happen again. And again, and again.”
“What do you-“ Before John could finish his question, he felt Olivia’s hand come to a rest on his cock. Even though he’d been woken up not a half hour earlier by her touch, he felt his lower half growing excited.
“There’s temptation on this island, Count John.” Her eyes were serious, and something about that was unbelievably hot to him. “There’s temptation on the island, and if you give into it, you’ll be ruined.”
John nodded slowly. The room was tense for a moment. Olivia’s hand worked his cock up and down through his slacks, and he thought for a second that she might continue until he’d gotten off again.
A clock began to sound off the hour from the lobby, and it was as though the pretty maid had been snapped out of a trance. She pulled back from him, stood up, and bowed slightly with an awkward smile on her face.
“Sorry, Count John,” she said. “I apologize if that was a little too forward, and if my… method, for waking you up was, as well.”
“It’s fine, really,” said John. “You understand better than most people what I’m supposed to be doing on this island. Better than I do, that’s for sure.”
He looked at her for a moment without saying anything. Olivia was his maid, but above that, she was a beautiful, living, breathing person, and John found himself wanting to know her better. Her motivations were still hidden from him, and he knew that it would take some time to get to the point where she really let her guard down, but John was willing to wait it out.
“If you’re finished
with your breakfast, we should head out,” said Olivia. “It would not do for you to be late on your first day of school, here on Blackthorn.”
John chuckled.
“No, that wouldn’t do at all,” he replied.
CHAPTER 8
It was sunny outside, with a gentle breeze in the air. Olivia led John outside the mansion. He started to walk down the path towards the town, the way he had the day before with his mom, but the maid veered off to the side, towards the garage.
“We aren’t walking?” John watched as Olivia cheerfully shook her head.
“Of course not,” she said. “That wouldn’t do for the Count, not when you’re headed into town in official capacity.”
“Official capacity?” John scratched his head as he followed her towards the garage, which was bigger than his mom’s old house had been in its entirety. “I thought I was just headed to school.”
“You are heading to your formal instruction for the day,” said Olivia. “It’s more like a very small, very intensive private school. I don’t think there will be many students other than you.”
There were a number of cars inside the cavernous garage, including a limousine, a motorcycle, and an enticing red sports car. Olivia walked by them and came to a stop in front of a slightly tamer looking Mercedes Benz.
“Count John,” she said. “Please, we don’t want to be late.”
John managed to tear himself away from all of the toys, and climbed into the passenger seat. The windows had a dark tint to them, and he felt strangely cut off from the world inside of it.
“Next time, I’m driving,” he said. Olivia smiled at him, and rubbed his knee.
“Of course.”
They drove through the town slowly, and John was again surprised by how few other cars were on the road. Other than them, they saw only one or two other vehicles, and waiting at stop lights felt like it was more out of course of habit than anything.
“Are cars more expensive here, or something?” asked John.
“Yes.” Olivia turned down a road that was new to John, and he saw a couple of unrecognizable buildings ahead. “The cost of shipping them across the ocean is tacked onto their purchase price. Combined with the expense of gas here, and the fact that Blackthorn Isle is small enough for walking to be an effective option, it makes cars more of a status symbol to own, than anything.”
She pulled over to the side of the road in front of a small, old looking building, and then turned to John.
“This is it,” she said. “Your teacher is a woman named Emily Willis. She doesn’t put up with any funny business, so don’t give her any trouble.”
“Yeah, of course not,” said John. “Do you think I’m not taking this seriously, or something.”
“No, I’m just letting you know.” She smiled at him, and then unlocked the doors. “You’ll be in class until about one in the afternoon. I can stop by then and pick you up, if you’d like.”
John shook his head.
“No, I’m good,” he said. “Thanks Olivia.”
“It’s no problem, sir.”
He climbed out of the car, feeling the sun’s rays on his face and smelling the sea salt in the air, and headed for the entrance of the building. It looked like a very old fashioned school that had been renovated for the modern age. Olivia drove off, and John made his way inside.
There was a short hallway, and at the end of it were two doors. Behind the first was a bathroom, and when John opened the second he found himself staring into a one room school house, with a teacher in front of a blackboard and a single student seated at a desk.
John recognized the younger of the two immediately. It was Kari van Katho, who he had briefly met in passing the day before. She was smiling at him, her eyes full of interest and curiosity.
“Hello there,” said the teacher. “My name is Ms. Willis. You must be John Ludling.”
He nodded, and reached out to shake her hand. Ms. Willis was a gorgeous woman, in her mid-thirties or so, with big breasts, medium length blond hair, and a trim figure. She was wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons either undone on purpose or out of necessity to better accommodate her generous bust, a tight black pencil skirt, and a very bookish looking pair of glasses.
“Uh, yeah, I am,” said John. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Her hand felt warm and slightly electric in his, and the look Ms. Willis gave him made him remember his dream that morning, and being naked in public. She gestured to Kari and took a step back.
“This is-“
“We’ve met before,” interrupted Kari. “Just barely. It’ll be nice to have a classmate, finally.”
John smiled sheepishly, and walked into the room.
“Have a seat next to Ms. van Katho, John,” said Ms. Willis. “We were just getting started.”
He nodded, and found his way over to his desk. It gave him a chance to get a better look at Kari, who was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and loose sweater that was stylish enough to hint at her being a typical fashion conscious teenage girl. She caught his gaze, and John found himself wishing that the two of them could talk on their own, even for just a minute.
“Alright, since John is new to the island, we’re going to start off today with a bit of Blackthorn history. If you have any questions, raise your hand. I’m going to be moving through this at a rather brisk pace.”
Ms. Willis bent over her desk in the front of the room and flipped through a notebook. John’s eyes were instantly drawn to a bit of exposed bra sticking out from the top of her blouse. She had gorgeous breasts, and he felt his cock slowly hardening in his pants, much to the displeasure of his logical mind.
She began putting up dates on the board, and explaining them in her authoritative, and yet somehow utterly seductive, voice. John listened as close as he could, but it felt like all of the information was pooling in the air. All he could think about was Ms. Willis’s amazing breasts, the way her shirt had been left open at the top, as though just for him, and her tight skirt.
“John, do you have any questions?” Ms. Willis stopped instructing for a moment and turned towards him. John had to blink himself out of a trance. He realized, embarrassingly, that he was sporting an erection underneath his desk.
“Uh, no,” said John. “”No questions.”
His teacher flashed him a double edged smile, and then slowly walked over to his desk.
“Would you mind explaining to me a bit of what I just talked about?” Ms. Willis leaned in close to him, close enough to make John even more aware of her sexual power. Her breasts were hanging in front of his face, and a devilish voice in the back of his head was begging him to lean forward and make contact with them.
“I uh, that is to say, well…” He was coming up blank. John felt as though he may as well have been divining fortunes.
“Blackthorn was founded in 1759 by Lars Blackthorn and Rick van Ludling.” Kari chimed in from her seat in a soft voice, sure of herself but lacking in volume. “The two of them were shipwrecked on the island for almost a year before a rescue reached them, and the people on the rescue ship ended up staying on the island due to Blackthorn’s natural fertility.”
Ms. Willis smiled, and then brought her face down close to John’s. It took all of his confidence to meet her gaze at that distance, and her luscious lips looked almost like weapons, to reward or destroy him, if she decided to.
“Good, Kari,” said the teacher. She stood up and returned herself to an appropriate distance from John, leaning back on the front of her desk and carefully putting one leg over the other. “It’s good to see that at least one of my students has a head on her shoulders.”
Kari glanced over at John apologetically, but he just smiled back at her. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own, and if anything, she’d been trying to save him.
“Now, the Blackthorn Covenant was signed in April, 1761, and it denoted the island to be a sovereign state, under the influence of the two Counts, Blackthorn and Ludling.” She
paused, and looked at John. This time, it was a little easier for him to meet his teacher’s eyes, though he was still humbled by the power, but as an authority figure and as something else, that she wielded over him.
“Now, since then, Blackthorn has been through many reforms. We are a territorial possession of Canada, for instance, and the main governing body is the town council-“
“Which is funded mostly by donations from the Count Ludling and the van Kathos.” Kari interrupted her teacher, and then immediately sat back in her chair and began blushing. “Sorry.”
“It’s quite alright.” The look in Ms. Willis’s eyes contradicted her words a little. “I was just getting to that. The van Katho family, the indirect successors to the Blackthorns, never inherited the title of Count due to a dispute with the town council at the time.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” asked John.
“Foul play was suspected in the death of the last Count Blackthorn,” said Ms. Willis. She saw the embarrassed, somewhat guilty look on Kari’s face, and then added “This happened over a hundred years ago, mind you. The van Kathos were cousins of the Blackthorns, and inherited the estate in wealth, but not in name.”
John glanced over at Kari, and felt the weight of history weighing down on him. It was ridiculous, but something about the new knowledge made the girl sitting next to him, with her long hair, regal appearance, and thin waist, much more intriguing.
Ms. Willis continued onto another lesson. History was only a small part of what she was there to teach, and John ended up getting a basic review of all of the essential subjects, from math, to science, to literature.
It was nearing 1 PM, and John was surprised by just how out of shape his brain was. He’d only been out of school for a couple of days, but it was enough to make him feel like he was thinking with a bowl of oatmeal.
His original plan had been to leave for college in the fall. He supposed that he could still do that, if he really wanted, but it felt as though the new life that he’d discovered, or rather, the life that had discovered him, had a gravity to it of its own.
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