Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “You’re right.” John looked directly at her as he spoke, and then lifted his hips until his dick poked out of the water. He brought his hand down to it and wrapped his fingers around it, feeling as though he was calling her bluff.

  It was such a weird situation, and the way Sam looked at him as he began stroking himself off only made it feel even weirder. Her expression was still neutral, but her eyes gleamed with voyeuristic thrill, and it made John feel oddly aroused to watch her watching him.

  “Good,” said Sam. “Yes, that’s good.”

  Olivia watched the scene, open mouthed and confused. John’s gaze was locked squarely on Sam, who continued to stare at his hand gliding up and down his wet, slippery cock.

  “Keep going,” said Sam. “Don’t stop.”

  John didn’t need to be told, but something about hearing her say it made him feel even more aroused. He’d never been so turned on by touching himself before, and it felt almost like he was the star of some perverted porn video that Sam and Olivia were watching, live.

  “That’s right,” said John “You like watching this, don’t you.”

  “Don’t slow down.” Sam walked in closer to him and came down on one knee. John thought that she might reach out and touch him for a moment, but she just continued looking, as a passive observer, a peeping bystander.

  “I won’t,” said John. “And you keep watching. I know it makes you wonder, watching me do this.”

  Sam didn’t say anything, but John could see that she was taking deeper and faster breaths. He glanced down and noticed that one of her hands was in between her thighs.

  “You enjoy this kind of thing, don’t you, Sam?” asked John. “As a bodyguard, you must end up being the voyeur on occasion, just by the nature of the job, right?”

  Sam didn’t answer him. She was sliding her hand faster in between her legs now, her eyes still glued to John’s big, achingly hard cock. He was pumping it faster, and couldn’t resist picturing what Sam would look like naked in his mind.

  The two of them approached their climaxes at the same time, with Olivia watching on, just as guilty by association. John’s cock spurted cum up into the air that splashed down into the bath water. Sam tensed up and set one of her hands on the floor before sliding down to her butt and panting in pleasure.

  A strange, satisfied bliss descended down on John. He wasn’t sure how what had just happened had begun, but in the end, it felt as though he could see his bodyguard a little more clearly. The two of them had bonded a little, over one of the strangest, most perverted activities imaginable.

  Sam coughed, and then stood up, her face back to being chiseled stone. She looked at Olivia for a long moment, as though considering whether or not the maid’s reaction was something for her to be concerned with. Olivia, likewise, watched John, as though she was waiting for him to say something or set the tone with his interpretation of the events. After a moment, John finally did.

  “I think you’ll fit right in here, Sam,” he said. “We’re all very close.”

  Sam nodded ever so slightly, and then walked over to the wall and leaned against it, as though fading into the background. John looked over at Olivia and smiled at her.

  “I still need to finish getting washed up, if you don’t mind helping.”

  CHAPTER 31

  The rest of the time that John spent in the bath went by rather uneventfully, and he was grateful for it. Olivia was the one person, other than his mother, that he really felt like he was beginning to understand and trust on the island. The two of them could talk and joke honestly with each other without having to endure anything more than a little bit of sexual tension.

  John dried off in the changing room and switched into the new set of clothes that Olivia, like the amazing forward thinker she was, had laid out for him. They were different from anything he had worn before, a flashy red dress shirt and a pair of expensive looking black dress pants, but they fit him as though they’d been custom tailored.

  It was late in the afternoon, and John made his way up to the mansion’s library, thumbing through books and trying to clear the confusion in his mind. So much was happening so fast, and it felt as though he was one of the primary players in it.

  If he viewed what he was caught up in as a gigantic, island wide game of chess, then John was only just getting to the point where he understood which pieces were his and exactly how they moved. His opponent’s pieces, and even his opponent’s identity and motives, were still complete unknowns.

  He sighed and slipped a thin book off one of the shelves that looked particularly enticing. When he saw the cover, nostalgia flooded over him like a wave. It was a picture book, one that he remembered his mom having a copy of when he was a child. He used to sit on the floor in front of her, sometimes on her lap, and read along. They would have so much fun, mother and son, both of them enjoying the silliness of the illustrations and each other’s familiar love and company.

  “John, dinner’s ready!” Natalie’s voice cut into the library like a bell, and John felt his heart throb inside his chest. He wasn’t just playing the game for himself. There were other people he cared about, and other people he needed to protect.

  “Alright, I’ll be right down.”

  The dinner table had been filled with food that looked as though it went beyond what Olivia would usually prepare. His mom was sitting down at one end, and Olivia and Sam, the maid, and the bodyguard, were both standing to attention at either side.

  “Please, sit down,” said John. “If we’re going to be at the table for dinner, I think we should all be at it together.”

  Olivia smiled and started to take a seat. Sam’s neutral expression wavered for the briefest of moments, but she stayed right where she was.

  “Sam,” said John. “Really, I insist.”

  The bodyguard looked as though she was stifling a frown as she joined the others at the table. John found himself thinking about what else he could do to get her to loosen up, given that they’d already progressed beyond the typical employer-employee relationship.

  “Honey, I hope you’re adjusting okay to having Sam around,” said Natalie. “I would have asked for your opinion on the new hire, but it was very spur of the moment.”

  John nodded to his mom and smiled slightly at Sam.

  “She is serious about her job,” he said. “I think she’ll fit right in, especially once she starts to get a sense of the way things are in the Ludling mansion.”

  There was a brief awkward silence. John hadn’t been implying anything with the statement, at least not intentionally. He bit his lip a little and then started cutting into the steak on the plate in front of him. Natalie cleared her throat.

  “Sweetie, I called the police station to follow up on what happened this morning,” she said. “They are not going to be investigating you any further, not if they want to keep their funding.”

  John shook his head.

  “Mom, you didn’t have to do that,” he said. “I mean, they are just doing their-“

  Natalie slapped her hand down on the table.

  “They ignored your alibi, just because it was from me!” She looked genuinely angry and upset. “From your mother!”

  John realized that he hadn’t stopped and given much thought to just how scary it must have been for his mom to have her only son taken out of the house by the police, practically in handcuffs. He looked across the table at her and met her eye, intending to give her a reassuring look, but finding that it just made the air in between them feel hot and electrical.

  “It’s okay mom,” said John. “We’re high profile people here on Blackthorn Isle. This is the kind of thing that we’ll have to get used to.”

  Natalie sighed, and then nodded.

  Dinner went on without a hitch. Natalie insisted on questioning Sam about every detail of her life and though the bodyguard was vague and restrained with her answers, she did manage to get a bit out of her, namely that she was a Blackthorn native and had family on the
island.

  A knock at the door stole John’s attention away from the table. He started to get up, but Sam leaped out of her chair before he could and motioned for him to stay seated.

  “What, I can’t open the door for myself, now?” asked John.

  “Count Ludling, please,” she said. “You weren’t expecting a visitor, were you?”

  John shook his head and relented, following a short distance behind Sam as she made her way into the lobby. As she reached for one of the handles of the massive double wood doors, her free hand was tucked into her jacket. It was only then that John realized that she had a firearm hanging from her shoulder, just out of regular sight to anyone looking.

  She swung the door open quickly, and a slightly confused looking Chad was standing on the other side. He scratched his head and smiled dumbly, clearly a little taken aback by the stiff expression on Sam’s face.

  “Yes?” asked Sam.

  “It’s alright, Sam, I know this guy.” John walked over and pushed the bodyguard out of the way. “Come on in Chad, we’re just sitting down to dinner.”

  “Count John, my apologies for interrupting your meal,” said Chad. “I’m just dropping by to let you know that we’re holding the monthly Tavern Night celebration at Redthorn, and you’re more than welcome should you wish to attend.”

  John nodded and watched as Chad continued scratching his head, still looking as though he had something to say.

  “We’re holding it in honor of Erik van Katho, tonight,” said Chad, finally. “As a bit of a send off for the old guy.”

  “I thought you and him weren’t on the best terms?” John raised one of his eyebrows at the bar owner.

  “We weren’t. But that don’t change the fact that he was one of us.” Chad smiled warmly. “We honor our own here on Blackthorn, the best we know how.”

  John nodded and met the man’s eye. It felt as though the more time he spent on the island, the more he began to get a sense of the rich culture and community that was hidden just beneath the surface.

  “Sure, I’ll be there,” said John. “Just let me finish up with dinner, and I’ll head right out.”

  “Thank you, Count John, sir,” said Chad. “The people there will be lifted by your presence.”

  He shook John’s hand as a goodbye, nodded to Sam, who was lurking over John’s shoulder like an aggressive guard dog, and then hurried off down the driveway. John shut the door and had only taken one or two steps back towards the dining room when Sam offered her opinion.

  “Sir, this is not a good idea,” she said. “The tavern is not a safe place for you to be at this time of night, especially not when it’s packed full of people.”

  “I’m going, Sam,” said John. “Deal with it.”

  Natalie’s ears perked up as John entered the dining room in midsentence.

  “Going where?” she asked. John looked over at Sam, who had a neutral, obedient expression on her face.

  “I’m going to head out for a walk around the neighborhood after dinner,” said John. “Just to clear my head, get some space.”

  Natalie looked very suspicious.

  “You can’t just go walking outside alone, it’s not-“

  “Sam’s going to come with me, and hang back a bit,” said John. “Right Sam?”

  His bodyguard nodded slowly and said nothing.

  The four of them finished dinner shortly after, and then John excused Sam and himself from the table. She didn’t say anything as they made their way outside and just watched him with a curious look on her face.

  “Why didn’t you tell your mom the truth?” she finally asked, as they started down the road towards the town.

  “My mom worries,” said John. “It’s just what she does. It’s what all moms do. I was planning on heading down to the tavern regardless of what she said, so the only real question was whether or not I wanted to make her upset.”

  The bodyguard favored him with her usual, stoic expression. John smiled. There was a lot going on inside the woman’s head that mirrored his own pragmatic way of thinking. She wasn’t objecting to his little white lie for the same reason why John had told it in the first place, because it made things easier.

  “The bar is just up ahead,” said John. The two of them had walked quickly, almost as though they were trying to race the brilliant orange and red setting sun on the horizon. The sun had won, and it was dark by the time they reached the entrance of the Red Thorn Tavern.

  “Stay close to me while we’re inside,” said Sam. John chuckled to himself and patted her on the shoulder.

  “Just do your job, and it shouldn’t be a problem,” he replied.

  There was a tall man out front taking people’s IDs. John worried for a second that he might be turned away, but when the bouncer saw him, a look of recognition came over his face and he waved him through.

  “Thanks,” said John, with a nod.

  The place was packed from wall to wall with people. There was music playing, and everyone looked to have a drink in their hand. John was a little surprised by just how infectious the positive atmosphere of the place was. A smile crept onto his face as he pushed his way into the mass of people, making his way over to the bar and losing Sam in the process.

  The bartender was a girl that John had seen before, and she smiled at him as he made his way up to the counter. There was too much noise for John to tell whether or not she’d heard his drink order, but she brought him a beer, and that was what he had wanted.

  “Hey, Count John.” Amelia’s voice whispered in his ear, sending a tingle of erotic potential through John’s body. He turned slowly, and somebody jostled him from behind as he did, pushing him into direct contact with the bar owner’s lusty wife.

  “Amelia,” he said, practically crushed against her. “I’m just here because your husband asked me to come through. I’m paying my respects to Erik, just like everyone else.”

  “Nobody liked him.” Amelia was wearing a hot pink t-shirt and a frilly black skirt, an outfit that looked phenomenal on her but was clearly intended for a girl a decade and a half younger.

  “That doesn’t matter now,” replied John. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and Amelia was looking up at him with expectant eyes, full of desire.

  “Since you’re here anyway, would you mind helping me move out a keg from the backroom?” The way Amelia stared into his eyes intensely as she spoke, articulating each word with heavy seduction, John knew that she had something else planned. He wanted to say no, to play it safe, and to be responsible, but his cock ached, and it was suddenly hard to think straight.

  “John!” Sam called to him from across the room. John glanced over his shoulder and saw the stone-faced bodyguard trying desperately to make it through a wall of patrons over to him. He knew that she would insist on them getting out of there as soon as possible, each person in the tavern viewed by her as a potential safety risk.

  “Fine,” John said to Amelia. “But no funny business.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” As Amelia spoke, she cupped his quickly hardening cock in her hand and let one of her lips slide up his neck and to his cheek. John shivered with excited pleasure and had to grudgingly recognize that the woman knew how to seduce.

  CHAPTER 32

  Nobody paid John and Amelia more than a passing glance as she led him behind the bar and into the backroom. Her hand felt soft in John’s, and the way she gently and expectantly pulled him along with her felt like it was suggestive of what was to come.

  John wondered for a moment where Chad was. He felt guilt flush through his chest as he thought about the man, who he considered to be a friend, and what he was doing. The confusion that was fogging over his mind became even more intense as he stepped into the back room, and Amelia shut the door behind him.

  “Hey John,” said Chad. “I’m glad you decided to come out tonight.”

  “Chad!” John felt his mouth fall open and glanced nervously over at Amelia, who looked a little surprised,
but not the least bit guilty. “Amelia brought me to, uh, help move one of the kegs.”

  The excuse felt lame even as it left his mouth. He looked into the bar owner’s eyes and felt like he couldn’t keep the truth hidden anymore.

  “I’m sorry, Chad,” said John, softly. “I’ve been… a bad friend to you. Amelia and I, we’ve been-“

  “I know.” Chad looked John square in the eyes and gave him a small nod. “I’ve known since the first time you were in the bar.”

  John glanced over at Amelia, who looked as though she was totally un-phased by the revelation.

  “But why…?” asked John. He was shaking his head and looking at the man in shock. Amelia stepped in closer to John and began softly kissing his neck and rubbing his bulge.

  “I love my wife, John,” said Chad. “But you are the Count. I am more in debt to you than any man has a right to be to another, and yet you still treat me with decency and respect.”

  Amelia was ready to go and had pulled her breasts out of her blouse and begun rubbing them on John’s chest.

  “I don’t like it, John,” said Chad. “It kills me to know about, and hurts even worse to see happening in front of me. But I’ve come to terms with it. My wife wants what she wants, and you want what you want.”

  “But Chad, I don’t need to…” John’s words trailed off as Amelia quickly pulled his cock out of his pants and dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled the head of it into her mouth and began sucking with divine softness and warmth, and all John found himself able to do was lean back against the wall as the pleasure swept over him.

  “Oh god!” John couldn’t stop himself from moaning. Chad was on the other side of the room, watching intently as his wife worked her mouth up and down another man’s cock.

  “She’s talked about you, John,” Chad sad in a quiet, meek voice. “About the things the two of you have done. About how much it turns her on.”

  Without realizing it, John had set his head on the back of Amelia’s head. He was bouncing her back and forth, face fucking his friend’s wife right in front of him and savoring every second of it. The bliss was mixed with a dirty, forbidden feeling, violating a woman’s marriage vows right under the gaze of the man that loved her most.