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 unb
uttoned 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.
Chapter 5
Aquilla was sound asleep, sprawled out on her stomach when Julius woke. The light from the thin shears illuminated her sleeping body, she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he had seen many beautiful women. He moved the hair from her face and kissed her cheek. She was out. She never even stirred. He couldn’t help but move the sheet from her naked body. He knew he would have a perfect view of the most striking pussy he had ever fucked. She had her legged cocked above her hip as she soundly slept, oblivious to his perversion.
Son of a bitch, his cock promptly went from limp to steel. He needed to fuck that. It was all he could do not to touch her as he inspected her perfect pussy. His fucking pussy.
He replaced the sheet. He had to. He was about to wake her with his dick being shoved into her from behind. For the first time, he cared. Had it been any of the chattels, he wouldn’t have given a shit. He would have had her sucking his dick. He didn’t want to be that way with Aquilla. He got up and quietly slipped on his pants and pulled on his shirt.
“Let her sleep,” he told Hila, who was pacing back and forth in the hall, wondering and worrying if she should wake her for breakfast.
Hila’s eyes moved down his unbuttoned shirt to his bare chest. She quickly relocated them when she saw the massive erection lying along the side of his jeans.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, dropping her eyes to the floor.
Julius walked to his own window with the most beautiful ocean view on earth. He could see Anguilla Island
in the distance. The view was doing little to transpose the dirty thoughts about Aquilla lying on the other side of the wall, naked, with her pussy hanging out for him to take.
“Fuck,” he said out loud, taking his hardness in his hand. He pumped his massive length, thinking about Aquilla until he was hissing through his teeth and spewing onto the windowsill, shuddering in necessary pleasure.
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Aquilla woke to an empty bed, staring at his pillow. She lay there for a long time, thinking about what he had suggested. Could they really move away from there and be together? She snorted thinking about leaving Jamelia Lei. She had promised herself that she would throw a royal tantrum if her father ever suggested it.
It had been four years since the last time they had moved. She hoped they never did it again. She hated moving, and was sure that she would refuse the next time. She was 18 now. She could refuse to move again. She loved where they lived now. She could see herself never leaving. It was her little piece of heaven. Her room was the most beautiful room she had ever had, and considering she had already occupied ten different bedrooms in her life, that was saying a lot. She couldn’t believe she was thinking about leaving.
The first room that she remembered was in Panama. She presumed to be around five. She remembered being sad when her father woke her in the middle of the night, rushing them away to a new home. The next one was in Guatemala. That was her first taste of the beach. She belonged to the sea. The sea belonged to her, and she had to have it in her life.
When she was around seven, she was woken from a dead sleep, once again to be moved away from the beach. She was heartbroken. She didn’t want to leave. She was too young to know what was going on the first time, but at that time, she didn’t want to go. She had a best friend that lived in the same house in the north wing. Her name was Aaranta. She was the one that taught her to speak Spanish. She belonged to one of the servants that worked for her father.