Chapter 1: What It Means To Be A Lord Of Industry
{A/N: An update to be sure...late post...}
Turpin Estate ,Boylstein, England...
Breakfast had been a rather silent affair with Johanna sulking as she stared into her morning oatmeal. Haythem glared at her annoyed by her sulking as he finished the last piece of his toast. He wiped his face with a napkin and glared at the pretty little thing across from him. She barely ate a bite and seemed to be lost in her thoughts. He didn't doubt what her thoughts had been roaming to, perhaps a way to bash him over the head with one of the many pieces of dishware on the table and make a break for it as best she could. He smiled noting the malice in her eyes as she tried quickly to bury it behind a mask of indifference.
"Are you going to eat that oatmeal or are you going to continue to paddle in it with your spoon?" he asked getting rather sick of her ungrateful behavior as of late.
"I'm not very hungry." she said pushing the elegant white china bowl away from her.
Her blue eyes met his in another attempt at defiance.
"Of course not." replied Judge Turpin with a wicked smirk. "No doubt you have quite the full belly this morning."
Johanna cringed trying not to think of what took place between them upstairs earlier that morning. He had enjoyed his sick little games and petty jabs there was no question. She had hoped to get passed it and move on to something else.
"May I be excused sir?" she asked in a polite and courteous manner despite wanting to spit in his face.
"No you may not." replied Judge Turpin looking at her with cold dark eyes.
"Why must I sit if I do not wish to eat?" asked Johanna.
"Because I said so." replied the tyrannical judge with a look of utter contempt. "You insist on continuing to provoke me today."
Fearing another humiliating lesson, Johanna looked down swiftly.
Judge Turpin smirked at having knocked the defiance out of her once more.
"If all you are going to do is sulk then get out of my sight." he said tired of her pitiful appearance. "I could use the peace and quiet anyway."
Johanna excused herself and moved about the house. The weekends were the only time he let her venture around the house since no one could really be there to have a look at her. She had both dreaded and relished the weekends. The mornings were usually bearable but at night he would get too drunk and the things he would try and do to her always left her crying in shame.
Judge Turpin left the table as well and ventured into his study.
He had quite the collection of art pertaining to a sexual nature books included in his twisted little room. He never let Johanna enter this place even on the weekends. It was his private place and no one was allowed in.
Judge Turpin's Study, Turpin Estate, Boylstein, England...
While having Johanna on her knees before him had been a good lesson in how not to invoke his wrath Haythem found himself feeling more or less flustered with her as of late. He had not intended to go this route but her hatred of him spurred from ridiculous rebellion of spirit when she was old enough to question him caused a substantial rift between them.
They use to be close.
She use to enjoy his company.
He recalled every night when Johanna was a girl how excited she had been to see him and how she always referred to him as "Papa".
Truth be told he had not liked that ridiculous moniker considering his plans for her the moment Lucy failed to meet his expectations. She was but a bitter disappointment and after all that work just to get her into bed he had to resort to less than savory measures for her to open her legs. The idea of cultivating a beautiful and untouched virgin made up for all the effort he put into his previous conquest.
Despite his callous manner, he had not really wished to harm Johanna. He had not even wished to humiliate her the way he had but he saw no other way to keep her under his control and away from foolish youthful whims that could despoil her.
After another bitterly failed attempt at winning her over with affection as he had when she was younger, he sighed believing he had no other alternatives left except to force the young maiden into his arms. Not exactly a brilliant plan and filled with so many variables that the judge put it on the back burner of his mind.
He wanted Johanna to feel something for him other than contempt. Everyone had hated him from the moment of his birth strangers had hated him on principle and those that knew of him only spoke well because of his money and power. Johanna had been the only person to love him and treat him with unconditional kindness. Of course she had been a naive little girl then but the judge saw no difference.
Dismayed he reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of high quality brandy.
Judge Turpin had been feeling a mild buzz by the time he registered the soft knock at his study door. Noting it couldn't be anyone but Johanna, he got to his feet after shoving the brandy back into it's rightful place in his desk. He made his way toward the door.
The young woman stood a bit bewildered at first when he opened the door so swiftly and met her baby blue eyes.
"The reason for this interruption is?" he asked annoyed.
"I-I was wondering if..." she froze.
She had not gotten this far in her plan to ensure that he didn't start getting himself into a drunken stupor.
"I was wondering if you could read to me." she said suddenly having stalled enough.
The request seemed to have caught him off guard. She found not to smile saving it for one of those times when she could actually get one over on him. He looked a little bored before considering her request.
"You haven't requested that from me since you were a little girl." he said. "Any particular reason this came up now?"
"I-I just miss the sound of your voice." she replied.
Judge Turpin arched an eyebrow at this.
"Funny." he said. "You didn't really seem all that interested in my voice this morning."
"I was still kind of groggy from the previous night's sleep." she explained rather innocently.
Judge Turpin fought the urge to roll his eyes knowing full well that she was being duplicitous.
She's up to something. And She will be quite sorry she tried to put one over on me.
After giving it some thought Judge Turpin simply smiled warmly as he had when she was a child.
"Well then who am I to refuse the request of a beautiful little thing such as yourself." he said in a charming tone.
Johanna smiled back innocently as he extended his hand.
She took it tentatively as he lead her inside his study for the first time ever.
Looking around Johanna found herself enchanted with the modern decor and the numerous shelves of books with elegant leather bindings. There was a masculine scent about the place complete leather, rich oils, and ink. On the walls were elegantly painted portraits of intimate couples locked in lovers embrace their anatomy on display for the world to see.
Johanna blushed slightly as she caught sight of the many varied forms of a man's nether regions. Many of them reminded her of the judge, though he had been the only man she had ever seen in such a way.
"See something you like?" asked Judge Turpin in a sickeningly charming tone.
"I-I don't think I have ever been in this room before." she said still taken by the art work.
"That is because you were too young to venture passed the wooden door." he said in a surprisingly paternal tone.
Johanna blushed once more noting that he had been right.
"W-why do you have so many pictures...like this?" she asked unable to bring herself to stating what they represented.
"Why not?" he asked. "What is art if not the purest expression of the beauty that is human life?"
Johanna had been stunned by his expressive words. She had never known him to speak with such a way.
"You are no longer a child Johanna." said Judge Turpin really pouring it on. "I see no reason to speak to you as if you are one."
The young woman had not even suspected that there was something behind this new found respectful nature of her guardian. Her naivety was always her down fall.
"Come." said Judge Turpin motion for her to join him. "Let me see if you are ready to explore this world with the eyes of a woman."
Johanna hesitated before making her way over toward him. He smiled warmly as he pulled her into his lap as if she had still been a little girl despite his earlier talk. He would push this as far as he dared. Taking a black leather bound book from the shelf, he turned his attention to her.
"If you are ready?" he said as she leaned her head against his chest as she had when she was but a child and he read to her.
He could feel her nod and smirked as he opened the book. Unbeknownst to her it was a diary of a young maid he had deflowered and of course fired soon after Johanna arrived at the house.
"It was a hot spring afternoon, or at least that is what if felt like to me." he read rolling his eyes at the dramatics in the wording. "A spring I will never forget..."
It had been an hour and Johanna was rendered speechless as Judge Turpin continued to read the diary of his past conquest describing in full detail what it was like to be in his bed of one's own free will.
"His eyes seemed to peer into me with unbridled passion, beyond that of anything I had ever experienced." he read smirking all the while.
By the time he finished the explicit content where he recalled bedding the silly little chit mostly due to boredom Johanna was trying quite badly to get out of his arms as the story seemed to have made her feel increasingly uncomfortable.
"For as long as I live I shall never for get that magical night with Judge Turpin." he concluded with a wicked grin. "Something to aspire to my dear."
Johanna had been unable to meet his eyes blushing all the while.
"Y-You made that up?" she said in an accusatory tone.
Judge Turpin showed her the book did indeed contain the story of his exploits with a servant girl.
"W-What happened to her?" asked Johanna.
Judge Turpin simply sighed.
"She wished to find employment else where and I recommended her to an acquaintance. " he said effortlessly.
Truth be told he had thrown the girl out into the street while the effects of his release that afternoon was still dripping down her thighs. Another broken plaything he had no use for. He got dressed and simply went about as if what occurred was a simple scuffle.
Johanna had a feeling there was more to it than that but knew not to challenge him on it.
"I-I must get back to my studies." she said with a smile. "T-Thank you for the story Papa."
Judge Turpin nodded and placed the book back on the shelf. It was an amusing little thing which was why he bothered to keep it among his possessions. He went back to his desk and took out the familiar bottle of brandy a wicked smirk filed across his face as Johanna disappears out the door feeding his hungry gaze as she shuffled about with the door her backside visible to him all the time.
Yes. He had every intention of making her into a woman. More so than she had ever realized even with their collective little games making light of the situation. He intended to have her and have her he would. For who could truly stand against a tyrannical lord such as himself certainly not a 15 year old girl?