Aquilla waved to her friends from the door of the massive, quite mansion. She looked left, down the dim lit hall to the “training room,” wondering if Julius was in there. She looked around the foyer and up the marble stairs. No one was around, and the only noise she heard was rattling pans from the two servants preparing their meals from the kitchen.
Aquilla cautiously walked down the hall. She laid her ear on the door, trying to hear voices. She couldn’t hear anything. She tried the handle to the adjacent door again and it turned in her hand. She held it frozen for a second before pushing it open. Julius would probably be pissed. She heard his voice and pushed the door a little more, seeing the floor to wall window. She waved her hand in front of the glass to make sure he couldn’t see her, he couldn’t. She turned around in the small room, taking in the three director’s chairs where she was sure the clients watched and chose their chattels.
She walked close to the glass. Julius was behind the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life, standing directly in front of her on the other side of the window. She was sure the other side was mirrored when Julius spoke.
“Don’t turn your eyes from me, Seri,” he warned. They were both staring right at her. She could have touched them, had the glass barrier not been there.
Seri was naked and Julius was wearing only jeans. She felt a hint of jealous rage when he ran his hand around her perfect tiny waist. His hands fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. Aquilla crossed her legs, needing friction when he moved his fingers between her legs. She didn’t mean to drop her head, it just happened. Her head thumped on the glass. She looked up, startled, knowing Julius had to have heard. He did. He looked right at her with a smirk.
“Come in here,” he demanded.
Seri turned towards him confused.
“Not you,” he said.
Aquilla nervously opened the door. Her eyes showed the horror she was feeling. Seri looked at her and then back to Julius, wondering what he was up to.
“Come closer,” he commanded.
She walked to him, standing just in front of Seri, who was sandwiched between them. He gracefully took her wrist and pulled her another two steps.
“Do you think Seri is pretty?” he asked, searching her frightened face. She only nodded and quickly moved her eyes, which happen to just fall to Seri’s flawless breasts.
Julius moved her hand to Seri’s breast. She didn’t move it, and only held it still while his hand covered hers.
“Do you like Seri’s breasts, Quill?” he seductively asked.
She didn’t know how to answer. What was she supposed to say? She again said nothing. He used her fingers to pinch Seri’s nipple. He could feel Seri’s breath begin to pick up rapidly. Was she enjoying having Aquilla’s hand on her nipple? His father would come unglued for his actions. He didn’t care at the moment. He was too fucking turned on.
He watched as both girls sucked in air when he moved Aquilla’s fingers between Seri’s legs. Aquilla could only stare into his eyes. She couldn’t look down nor could she look at Seri. She was aroused and confused about her feelings, and touching Seri’s wet pussy. Julius had to move her fingers up and down for her. If he stopped, she stopped. Aquilla shamefully liked the feeling of her wet folds. She wondered if Seri’s pussy was throbbing as crazy copious as her own.
Julius moved his hand from hers. She let it drop, dangling to her side. She couldn’t leave it there without his help. It felt too foreign and strange. He lifted Aquilla’s sundress over her head with one hand. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was so fucking hot, his cock flinched at the sight of her perfect pink nipples. His other hand held Seri tight to his body with his hand placed firmly on her stomach. He needed something to grind his erection against.
Julius moved Seri’s hand to Aquilla the same way he had her. She touched her through her satin panties. Seri could feel the wetness. She had to. Aquilla didn’t know whether to be humiliated or turned on. It felt good, and she guiltily wished she didn’t have the silk barrier.
She didn’t for long.
Julius pulled the top of her panties back. Fuck. He loved that straight line of hair leading to her wet sex. He touched her there first. She sucked in a quick breath when she felt his fingers stroking her briefly before he moved Seri’s hand inside of her panties.
“Play with it,” he whispered in her ear, looking into Aquilla’s eyes as he said it. He moved her panties down her hips and to the floor. She mechanically stepped out of them.
Fuck. She was going to have an orgasm from a female, a beautiful female, nonetheless, but she was still of the same sex. Her small fingers didn’t feel like Julius’s at all. They were soft and tender as they massaged her juices into her pulsating nub.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Julius had never been in a blistering situation like this. He needed to fuck. His dick needed to be fucked. Aquilla cocked her leg, inviting Seri’s finger inside her tight little pussy. Fuck, she just cocked her leg for her. He had to help when Seri stayed focused on her clit. He pushed her hand down, beckoning her to finger fuck her. Julius moved his hand once she knew what she was supposed to do. He pinched Seri’s nipple between two fingers with one hand and did the same to Aquilla with the other.
He moved into Aquilla and pulled her close by the back of her neck. He kissed her with all tongue, devouring her cherry lip gloss with his mouth. Her breasts were skin on skin with Seri’s. He was going to fucking explode.
“Do you want to lick Seri’s pussy?” he asked, pulling away from her lips.
She shook her head “I can’t,” she managed to admit. There was no way she could do that.
“Do you want Seri to lick your pussy?”
Seri turned her eyes sharply to him. Aquilla knew she wanted to protest too, but wasn’t really in the position to do so. She was probably there to earn money for her family.
Julius moved Seri to the sofa. She sat down and he pushed her knees apart. He needed to fuck that. He pushed Aquilla to the floor in front of her. “Play with her pussy, Quill,” he beckoned. He didn’t move her hand this time. He wanted to see her do it on her own. She nervously moved her hand to Seri’s sex. She had no idea what she was doing. She just moved her fingers up her saturated folds. She kept her eyes on her fingers in front of her, unable to look into Seri’s eyes.
Julius removed his jeans and sat on the sofa with Seri, stroking his hard steel. He pushed Seri’s head to his shaft and she sucked him while Aquilla masturbated her. “Put your fingers inside her, Quill,” he coaxed. Aquilla moved her index finger into Seri’s warm wet cavern. It didn’t feel how she expected it to feel. It was soft, slippery, and warm. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting it to feel like, probably nothing. She had never thought about doing what she was doing before. What the fuck was she doing? Her finger slid in and out of her as her heart beat fast and her mind went crazy.
Seri moaned with Julius in her mouth, Julius moaned, and Aquilla freaked the fuck out. Was she going to make Seri cum?
“Lick her pussy, Quill,” Julius begged.
“I can’t do that Julius,” she tried.
He removed Seri from his cock and spread her open more. “Just stroke your tongue up her once tease her a little with your tongue. Flick it right here, pointing to her fully exposed clit. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again,” he promised.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. She had no desire to taste Seri. Julius pulled her mouth close to Seri by the back of her neck. “Do it, Quill,” he demanded in a domineering tone.
Aquilla looked at Seri. She didn’t think she wanted her to do it either. She moved her eyes back to her pussy and took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She could just do it once, she supposed.
Julius hissed stroking his dick as he watched her carefully move her tongue to Seri’s slit. She slid her tongue up Seri’s folds. Seri squirmed beneath her mouth. That didn’t taste how she expected either. She didn’t really taste like anything. She had a sweet clean smell, but the taste was really absent.
“Do it again, Quill,” Julius coaxed. He was so fucking turned on. He knew he was crossing many lines. He couldn’t fucking help it. He had never been with two women at the same time. It wasn’t in Seri’s contract at all. She could have protested. She might not have known that, but she could have. And Quill, She was fucking listening to him. He thought for sure she would have told him to fuck off and storm out, but she didn’t.
Aquilla took a deep breath and did it again. Julius pulled Seri’s pussy lips apart with two fingers. “Flick your tongue right here,” he demanded. Aquilla did it. Seri was squirming, her eyes closed, she was going to get off by this girl.
“Fuck yeah,” Julius chanted, pumping himself ferociously. He didn’t let Seri cum. He stopped Aquilla before she got that far. He moved Aquilla to the sofa and directed Seri to resume Quill’s position. Seri didn’t look anymore sure about it than Aquilla had. Aquilla was sure she had never done this before either.
Fuck. Maybe she has. Aquilla wasn’t expecting that either. The long stroke of her tongue was freaking amazing. Julius moved behind Seri. He kept his eyes on Seri’s tongue stroking Aquilla while he sunk balls deep into her pussy. Fuck. Her pussy was so fucking wet. You could hear the wetness as he pumped in and out of her. He moved his middle finger into her ass as he fucked the hell out of her while his eyes stayed on Aquilla’s face. She fucking loved it. She was squirming her hips into Seri’s mouth. She let an unplanned moan escape as she closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Quill,” he demanded. He wanted her eyes on him as he fucked Seri and she brought Quill to orgasm with her tongue.
Aquilla moaned loudly. Julius pumped harder, knowing she was close. Every time he rammed into Seri, her mouth was forced harder into Aquilla’s clit. It was a domino effect. Aquilla yelled out in pleasurable agony, Julius shot his load into the condom, and Seri cried out in her own orgasmic misery. Julius could feel her pulsating around his dick. He moved his middle finger into Aquilla’s cave, wanting to feel her constrictions around his finger.
He looked into her eyes, wondering if he had gone too far. She enjoyed the hell out of it, so maybe it was okay.
Maybe not.
Aquilla suddenly jumped up like she had just come to her senses. She threw her sun dress over her head and stormed out, leaving the panties on the floor. He stared after her and then knew he had gone a little too far when Seri too rushed out of the room. She wasn’t allowed to do that. He could have sent her packing. Of course he wasn’t allowed to do what he had just done either though.
Fuck. Now, what the hell was he supposed to do?
“Miss?” Hila asked with concern when she saw the stress on Aquilla face as she bore up the stairs.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she replied, unable to look at her.
Aquilla turned the water as hot as she could tolerate. She wasn’t really thinking anything. That’s what the hot water was for. She didn’t want to think about anything. She wanted the thoughts, along with the feelings, to wash away, down the drain with the filthy water, the water that instantly became tainted when it ran off her body.
Aquilla refused to go down for supper. Hila couldn’t make her go.
“You brother be mad,” she tried with her broken English.
“He’s not my brother and you can tell him to go to hell.”
“Just take her a plate,” Julius demanded from Hila when she warily explained to him that Aquilla would not come down. She didn’t want to disobey either of the Chavez men. It was her job to see that Aquilla followed the rules, came to the table, wasn’t late for her classes, and she hated it when she had to be the one to tell them she was refusing to do something. She needed her job. There weren’t a lot of jobs to have on the small island, and she was lucky to have one with such a lovely home and sleeping quarters.
She too knew what happens in the Chavez house. She, along with all of the other servants, knew to keep their mouths shut. It didn’t concern them and if they wanted to keep their jobs and their safety they knew to keep quiet. She didn’t feel as though anyone was being hurt. She knew the girls that came there were there by their own choice. Her cousin had just gone through a three month stay with a man that she adored. He had flown her to Italy were she was treated like royalty until her time was up.
Her friend Carmon, had just told her about one of the new girls, Seri, asking her questions. She was cleaning the girl’s extravagant room. Seri had asked her about Aquilla. She wanted to know who the blonde white girl was that seemed to be a square peg in a round hole there, out of place, an anachronism in the house. Of course the servant didn’t disclose that information, and told her that she was new to the house and didn’t know anything. She wasn’t new. She had started the same day as Hila, the very day the family had moved there.
Julius left Aquilla alone until late at night. He didn’t really know what to say to her. He was such a fucking idiot. He did check on her a couple of times through his little spy window. She was reading, chatting with her friends on her laptop, and ate a plate of fresh fruit that Hila had brought up to her.
He stared at the ceiling wondering what the hell he was supposed to do now. If Seri had the opportunity to speak with his father before she left, he very well might be out on the streets or dead. He was one sick mother fucker. Aquilla hadn’t even had sex yet and he had her licking pussy. He was seriously fucked up, but damnit if his cock didn’t twitch just thinking about Quill between that beautiful girl’s legs.
It was the power, e thrived on the power that he felt when he was training the chattels. Aquilla wasn’t a fucking chattel. He thought about the 12 year old boy who had gotten caught by his father watching a man train a beautiful girl with his dick in his hand. His father dismissed the trainer and made his young son take over the lesson.
Tell her to look at you. Tell her to call you by your name. Tell her to take off her clothes. Tell her to spread her legs. Tell her to take your dick out of your pants. Tell her to suck you. Tell her to bend over. He lost his own virginity that day with his father watching, instructing him on how to treat a chattel. He didn’t make it two strokes before he blew his load. His father had laughed at him. He loved the power he held over the girls and became the new trainer from that day forward. He wanted them all. He could have had a new shipment every week and been ecstatic. He loved fucking the girls, every last one of them.
His dick was hard thinking about it, especially when he let his mind drift to the new girl whose name he still remembered; Maritsa. The client who would pick her up after her week with him wanted her to be open to anal. Maritsa was his first taste of that. She was so scared and fragile when he had told her to bend over and open her ass cheeks. He loved the frightened little creatures. He thrived on their trembling, expressions, and the scared little compliant way they obeyed him. Fuck. He had to stop thinking about it. He got up and walked downstairs.
Walking back up after consuming a couple of shots, hoping it would help him sleep, Julius quietly opened Aquilla’s door. She was asleep facing away from him with her blonde hair strung behind her on her pillow.
He tiptoed over to the window and leaned against the wooden frame, watching her sleep. God, she was beautiful. He didn’t want her to be a scared little chattel. He wanted to make her happy, but Goddamnit, every time he had the opportunity, his power took over and he wanted to train her.
“I’m sorry,” he said in the quietest voice that he could muster. He didn’t mean to wake her. He was just going to leave. He did wake her, and she slowly opened her eyes to see his masculine silhouette perched on her windowsill.
She didn’t speak and only stared at him. He wanted to go to her, but he didn’t. He kept his distance. “You okay?” he asked, concerned.
She sat up. Her nipples poking through the thin pink silk was the first thing he noticed. Fuck. What the hell was wrong with him?
“I’m fine,” she smiled a weak crooked grin.
“Come here, Quill,” he beckoned.
She got up and went to him. She wanted to go to him.
He opened his arms for her and held her tight, kissing her blonde hair.
“I’m sorry, Quill,” he spoke in her hair.
“What are you sorry for?” she asked, looking up to him.
He couldn’t help but notice her perfect milky white skin from the moon illuminating through the glass. “I’m sorry for making you do that. I’m sorry for making her do it to you.”
“I’m not mad about that. I kind of liked it. I don’t know that I would ever do it again, but it was an experience.”
Fuck. His cock just went half-mast. She fucking liked it?!? “What are you mad about, Quill?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face.
She looked down and played with the leather strap on his belt. “I’m mad because you fucked her. You did that right in front of me. How could you do that, Julius? What the hell are we even doing?”
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. He was an idiot. He hadn’t even fucked her yet, he never thought about how that would make her feel. He knew how it would make him feel had she been with another man. He would probably kill any mother fucker that touched her.
“Quill, you have to talk to me. You have to tell me what to do. I don’t know how to treat you.”
“I don’t want you to train girls anymore.”
“I’m not sure my father will go for that,” he explained. He said MY father again. He didn’t say our father. She noticed it.
“He can hire someone else,” she suggested as if it were that easy.
“Quill, this is not a job that you can run an ad in the local paper for. We could go to prison for a very long time for what we do.”
“Why can’t you get a real job like normal people? Why can’t you build a house or work on an engine or something.”
He smiled at her innocence and kissed her. He was in fucking love with Aquilla. His father would bury him alive. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You have to tell me what you don’t want, Quill,” he whispered to her lips, backing her toward her bed.
Her heart started to beat faster. Was he going to fuck her? Did she want him to fuck her? She couldn’t breathe. Oh God, there was no air.
He lifted the silk nighty over her head and stared down at her perfect body. She was fucking beautiful. He thumbed her panties down her hips and she stepped out of them. Fuck. She was always so fucking wet. His dick instantly stood at attention as he dipped his middle finger inside of her.
“Lay down,” he demanded as he unbuttoned his shirt. She listened. “Spread your legs,” he commanded as he continued to undress. She did that too. Fuck. He was in training mode again. Why was this so hard for him? He couldn’t stop staring at her glistening pussy.
He calmed when she placed her hand out, reaching for him. She was reaching for him. Aquilla wasn’t a chattel. He loved her. He took her hand and moved between her legs.
“Are you going to fuck me, Julius?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“No, Quill. I’m going to make love to you,” he assured her as his tongue dove into her mouth.
He removed himself from her body and came to his knees below her, lifting her legs as he did.
He ran his finger up her wet pussy and dipped it slowly inside of her while his thumb teased her throbbing nub. “Do you like this, Quill?” She squirmed and moaned something that sounded like a yes.
“Do you like it when I do this, Quill?” he asked, running his finger to the pucker in her ass.
“I do, Julius, but I need you up here, close to me,” she replied, needing his body touching her, kissing her lips, and telling her that it was okay.
He listened and moved to her body as his rock hard shaft moved into her. She sucked in a scared breath.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Quill,” he said, trying to ease her trepidation as he slid his head up her wet slit.
“Shouldn’t you have a condom?” she asked. Of course he should have condom. How did she even know that he was safe? He had been with many women. She knew that to be fact.
“I don’t want to wear a condom with you. I want to feel all of you. I won’t cum inside of you,” he assured. That wasn’t exactly what she was worried about.
“But what if you have something? You know, like a disease or something.”
He snickered a little. “I have never had sex without a condom, and all the girls that come here have to go through a physical before they are accepted.”
Aquilla felt a little flattered. That still didn’t change the fact that he was about to put it inside her, inside her body. FUCK!Julius slowly guided himself in her with his hand. She held her breath as she felt the head of him stretch her. He gradually moved into her. Fuck, she was tight. He was fighting hard not to thrust into her. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her, but he didn’t. He moved in a little more until he felt the barrier. This was the part that was going to hurt. She felt it too.
“Are you okay?” he asked before he broke her hymen. She could only nod.
“Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed as he pushed, feeling her virginity being ripped from her, shredded from her body, and feeling like he had just torn her open.
Julius covered her mouth with his hand and moved in a little more. It fucking hurt. At first, it was just a sharp pain and then it burned like a mother fucker.
Julius suddenly turned toward the door. “Get the fuck out!” he yelled at Hila who had rushed in to see what was wrong.
He moved his hand from her mouth and kissed her as he moved in more. She didn’t think he was ever going to be all the way in. How much more did he have to go? It didn’t feel good at all, and she didn’t think she would ever enjoy sex. He finally filled her completely, stretching and consuming her.
He was going to cum. What the fuck? He wasn’t even completely sunk into her yet. Was it the fact that he was feeling her skin on skin? Was it how tight she was, or was it just because it was Aquilla and he had fantasized about this moment a million times? She on the other hand wasn’t going to cum, he could tell. Shit, he should have taken care of her first.
The more he slid in an out of her, the more his endurance was threatened. He was done. He had never cum moving this slow in and out of a girl, let alone that quickly. He slowly moved all the way in, steadied himself, fighting the inescapable orgasm. He thrust deep inside her one more time as she grimaced from the pain, and pulled quickly back out, releasing on her tiny stomach. She watched as he spewed warm cum onto her skin.
“That fucking hurt,” she blurted.
He laughed and kissed her soft lips.
“Is there blood?” she asked.
He looked down. It was the sickest, most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her blood coated his cock. No man could ever take that from him. She was his. “Yes, most definitely blood,” he answered.
“Let’s go shower,” she offered.
Julius had never done that with one of his girls, either. Once the training sessions were over, usually as soon as he had gotten off, he left. They needed to know what their purpose was and nothing else would be required of them. That’s why men paid for their services. They weren’t interested in cuddling or anything that involved having emotions. They wanted to be fucked by beautiful women and usually wanted out of their beds immediately. A lot of them even had wives at home and would keep their chattels in luxurious homes where they were pampered until they would come to use them and then return them to their families.
Aquilla pulled her hair into a pile on top of her head. Julius adjusted the water and they stepped in. He watched the blood run down her legs and into the drain. He swore that there was no one else on earth as perfect as her. He watched with a daze as she soaped a washcloth and bathed. She rinsed the rag and added suds for him. Once they were both clean, he pulled her back to his bare chest, wrapping her small framed body in his arms. She leaned her head into his arm and slid her hand beneath his. He held her that way in silence for a long time. If there was nothing else he was sure of at this moment he was sure that he never wanted to be without her. She completed him and made him feel whole, a feeling he never knew existed until this precise moment.
Aquilla was feeling the same way. It may not have been the most pleasant experience. Hell, in all actuality it was horrific. She would have rather felt beautiful Seri’s tongue than his fucking massive cock. She wasn’t sure she wanted to experience that again either, but Julius felt right. She felt like she belonged in his arms. She was safe there. She had always been safe there.
Julius held her naked body in his arms as they talked. She liked him being in her bed, entwined in his body. They were up late, talking more than they had ever talked in their lives. Aquilla voiced her opinion again about him fucking other girls. She didn’t like it, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the thought of it anymore. They talked about moving away from Jamelia Lei. They could move and be together without people around them knowing that they were raised as siblings. Some place where their love would be accepted without any hesitations.