Plausibility (5 page)

“Aquilla, Aquilla,” he chanted, moving behind her easel. “You must feel the brush, right here,” he said
, tapping his chest with his fingers. “Close your eyes and feel the strokes,” he requested, taking her hand.

Aquilla slid the brush across the canvas, creating a deep purple mountaintop that was nothing more than a
n elaborate zigzag. She didn’t close her eyes and feel anything. How the hell were you supposed to
feel
the brush? The only thing she felt was irritated that she was there.

“What do you feel, Aquilla,” he asked in a quiet, over dramatic tone.

“A wooden handle that feels like a fat pencil,” she replied with closed eyes and a smirk.

Armani looked at her crooked line and breathed a defeated breath. He couldn’t get through to her. Her heart wasn’t in it
, and no matter how hard he tried to teach her, if she didn’t want to learn it, he couldn’t teach it.

Romano didn’t get back to Aquilla about her request. He never came to the table for lunch. She waited until after five to knock on his office door. She did replace her shorts with the formalwear, thinking she should probably go in with
ammunition. She knocked on his door and Julius let her in.

“What can I do for you, princess?” Romano asked with a smile.

“You were going to let me know if I could meet my friends,” she reminded him.

“Who’s going to be there?”

“Talin, Vennah, and,” she hesitated, not sure if adding the boys would alter his decision. “Tua, Keiki, and Salem,” she spat out quickly.

“You will be home by nine,” he assured her.

“Eleven,” she countered.

He smiled at his audacious daughter. “Ten,” he reasoned.

She would take that.

“Valdez will drive you.”

“I’ll escort her,” Julius demanded. He didn’t like the fact that Tua was going to be there.

“You have a training session this evening,” Romano reminded him.

Aquilla knew what training session he was speaking of. She had watched the women come into the house late at night. She had never witnessed it, but she knew. The girls would stay in the north wing, where she was prohibited to go, but knew what was going on, sort of.

“Latium can do it
, I’ll follow Quill,” he commanded.

Julius was waiting in the foyer when Aquilla descended the stairs wearing a red bikini top and white fringed shorts that were too short for Julius’s liking.

“Go change your clothes, Quill,” he demanded.

“Fuck you,” she retorted.

“Y
ou should watch your mouth. If father heard you talk like that, he would wash your mouth out with soap. Go change, you are not leaving like that.”

“Yes I am
, we’re going to the beach. I’m not wearing a sari just for you. Let’s go,” she demanded, walking past him, shoving his shoulder with her own.

Julius watched her walk out, eyes going right to her tight little ass. He slid her over from the driver’s seat
in the sand buggy.

It was her sand
buggy; she had gotten it for her 17
th
birthday. She was never allowed to drive it, but nonetheless, it was hers.

“You make me so mad sometimes,” she said, slumping and crossing her arms.

Julius’s eyes, once again, went to forbidden places and followed her long legs as she propped her feet on the windowsill.

“You make me mad too. Sit up and put your seatbelt on,” he demanded.

Julius
, once again, watched her ass storm away from him as she walked to meet her friends. Tua threw a florescent green bouncy ball towards her. She missed. Julius thought he was going to have to adjust himself when his cock instantly observed the two ass cheeks peek from her shorts as she bent to pick it up.

He sat on a log, passing a whisky
bottle with the other two girls’ bodyguards. Julius hated Tua Shumah. He wanted to walk over and tell him to keep his hands off of Aquilla. He didn’t though. He only stared with a vengeance as the boy flirted, placing his hand on the small of her bare back as they stood around the fire drinking whiskey in red plastic cups.

Aquilla was having a great time
; laughing and goofing off around the fire. It was just what she needed. They ate their food and continued to drink the spiked punch while Julius steamed. He almost did get up and say something, when he watched the two of them walk out to the water. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Their shirtless bodies touched, and Julius was about to come unglued. He stood and paced back and forth in the sand.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Tua asked as they swayed in the water.

“Sure,” she replied, glancing up to see Julius still glaring at her. What the fuck? Who the hell did he think he was? He was worse than her father. She knew Julius would follow, she was expecting it. She, however, wasn’t expecting what was about to transpire.

Tua weaved his fingers in hers as they walked. She wasn’t sure about it. She didn’t feel the butterflies that Talin described when Salem touched her. He walked her behind a big boulder where he knew that Julius couldn’t see. He backed her up to the massive rock and moved slowly to her lips as he placed his hand on her naked ribs. Aquilla parted her lips for him, but wasn’t sure why when he kissed her. Her lips moved in sync with his
, but he never inserted his tongue. It wasn’t the sexy, wet kiss that was described in the romance books that she had read. It was a dry, awkward kiss. Nope, no butterflies there either.

“Go home, Tua,” Julius demanded.

Tua abruptly backed away from Aquilla, dropped his head, and got the hell out of there. Julius could break him. He wasn’t stupid or suicidal. Aquilla wasn’t upset at all with Julius. She was glad that he had intervened. Maybe she didn’t like Tua as much as she initially thought.

Julius moved closer to Aquilla. She cautiously watched him as he placed his right hand
above her head. He fidgeted with his belt with his left hand, like he was trying his best not to touch her.

“What the hell do you want a pussy like Tua Shumah for?” he asked.

“Julius, I’m 18 and have only kissed two boys my entire life. You, when I was like 12, and now Tua. That’s unheard of.”

“You don’t come from that side of the tracks, Quill.”

“Well, it’s bullshit. I’m sick of living like this. I want to go and live my life. I don’t want a bodyguard or my brother following me everywhere I go,” she exclaimed.

“I think you have known for a long time that I am not your brother,” he replied, moving closer to her. Was he going to kiss her? Her heart suddenly picked up a few extra beats right about the time that her stomach did a
few summersaults. She could barely see his face in the dark.

“Who am I Julius?” she asked just above a whisper. His lips were so close. Did she want him to kiss her? Maybe she did. Maybe she could make a comparison between his and Tua’s kiss.

“Someday I will tell you,” he promised close to her lips, she could feel each word.

Julius realized what he was about to do and quickly backed away. What the fuck was wrong with him? His father would shoot him right between the eyes. “Let’s go home,” he said, turning away.

She followed, confused.

Valdez met them at the entrance as soon as they were home. “You need to call Deion
, he needs to reroute,” he informed Julius.

Julius followed him to the office, closing the door behind them. Aquilla took a deep breath, looking around the immense quiet house.
This was her life, like it or not. It was hers, and it was what she had to work with. She bounced the green ball high, catching it in the air. She did it again, but missed when it caught the corner of the area rug, sending it forcefully down the north corridor. She hesitated when she saw the light streaming from the door at the end of the hall. She wasn’t allowed on that side of the house. It was off limits to her. She had lived in the house for four years now and had only been to that location once when they had first moved there. Her father was furious with her. She never ventured that way again.

She looked around to the empty house and cautiously walked toward the ball, or the room
was more like it. She was more curious about what was going on in that room. She knew from hearing talk around the house that it was the “training” room. She knew what went on in there without knowing what went on.

Aquilla guardedly made her way down the dim lit hall, looking over her shoulder as she walked. She picked up the ball, took two more steps and peered through the door with one eye closed. She gaspe
d at what she saw; Latium was there with a beautiful Latina girl. She didn’t look any older than Aquilla. She was on her knees as Latium stood in front of her, fucking her mouth.

Julius knew he should yell at her and tell her to go to her room. He couldn’t do it. He watched as she took in the spectacle going on in front of her. He leaned against the wall with crossed arms as he observed her reaction.

Latium moved the girl to the sofa and told her to spread her legs. She submissively sat down and spread her legs. He stood in front of her and stroked himself as he viewed her wet pussy. Aquilla crossed her legs, needing contact to her throbbing clit. She was instantly wet, she could feel it.

Latium slid
his fingers up the girl’s wet pussy. She moaned at his touch. He sat beside of her, giving Aquilla perfect vision to what he was doing. She cupped herself with her hand as she watched Latium finger fuck the girl.

Julius had to stop her. He was rock
, fucking hard. She was fucking turned on by the show. He wanted to cup her pussy with his hand. He moved his shaft, relieving it as much as possible in his now too tight of slacks.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he claimed, causing Aquilla to jump, startled and embarrassed by his presence.

“My ball rolled down the hall and I___,” she explained, sounding like a small child getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She didn’t get the last word out before Julius crushed her lips with his, forcing her to open her mouth with his tongue.

Fuck
, there it was. The butterflies, the fireworks brighter than the sun, and the emotions burning like wildfire. Aquilla kissed him back. She let her tongue dance with his as he devoured her mouth.

Julius closed the door to the training room when she moaned in his mouth. He spun her away from him, holding her small hands clasped by one of his. She squeezed the ball in her hand, trying to remind herself to breathe. Julius circled her body with his hand. Fuck. She felt fucking amazing, even better than he had fantasized
about for the past few years.

“Have you ever had an orgasm, Quill?” he asked with hot words to her ear. He knew she had. He had watched her multiple times.

She could have said yes. She had given herself orgasms, more lately than ever. She didn’t tell him that. She lied and shook her head. She couldn’t have spoken if she wanted to. She sucked in a breath of air when she felt the button on her shorts being popped open. She breathed panicky as she felt her zipper slowly being slid down.

Julius ground himself into her back, needing
to be stimulated too. He slid his fingers between her legs. Fuck, was she ever wet. He wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck her.

Aquilla dropped her head to the wall as soon as she felt him. Shit
, she was going to cum, his touch was ten times more intense than her own. Julius moved her held hands to his aching rod, sliding himself over her hand as he rubbed her nub. She could feel the size of him through his pants, imagining him sliding it in her.

Julius picked up speed on her raw core, gaining another moan. He slid his fingers down her wet pussy and back up. She cocked her leg a little. She fucking cocked her leg for him. She wanted him inside. He moved two fingers as deep in
to her as he could manage in that position. He finger fucked her with his two fingers while his thumb focused on her clit. He could have cum too. Dry fucking her hand, the sound of her moan, her trembling body, and the contracting walls around his fingers were almost more than he could handle. 

Aquilla breathed in quick raspy breaths as she came down from the most glorious orgasm she had ever felt. Julius wanted more
. He needed more.

“Go to bed,” he whispered
, kissing her neck and removing his fingers before he did something even more stupid than he had just done.

She quickly walked away and right to her room.

Julius needed to be fucked. He went where he knew he could get relief. He flipped on the light and the girl Amantra sat up in bed.

“Take your clothes off,” he demanded, removing his own clothes.

She obeyed and stood naked in front of him, waiting for instructions.

“You ready for your boss to come in at any given minute for you to service him?” he asked, walking behind her.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Yes w
hat, Amantra?”

“Yes, Julius,” she tamely replied.

They never used the word “master.” Romano hated that word as much as he had hated the words “sex slave.” They were called “chattels,” and were to call the men who would own them during their contract by either their first or last names. The man that would come for Amantra preferred his first name.

Romano didn’t run a sex trade. He ran a classy business where men could buy the girls under a three month contract. Once their contracts were up, they were paid very well and sent on their way. Some chose to keep them longer than the three months and would enter into a new contract, but not normally. Most of the men that used his services liked the idea of fresh meat and were ready for a new girl by the time the three months were up.

The women could break their contract at any given moment, forfeiting any due compensation and finding their own way home. The men, on the other hand, could not break the contract, and whether they chose to keep the chattel the full three months was up to him, but would render the full amount due to the girl.

He could tell this one was in it for the money. She wasn’t into him the way a lot of them were. She was there to fulfill her three month contract and would be back home with her money. That was her only goal. He had been training these women since he was 12
, he could tell.

He ran his hardness
up her from behind. She wasn’t wet like Aquilla had been for him. Fuck. He had to stop thinking about Aquilla. That lasted for as long as it took him to slide on a condom, bend the girl over the bed, and shove his dick inside her. He rubbed an itch below his nose, smelling Aquilla’s pussy scent on his fingers. Fuck. Shit, he thought as he pounded the hell out of the chattel, smelling Aquilla on his fingers and fantasizing about fucking her from behind.

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Aquilla went right to the shower, trying to make sense of what she had just done. She tilted her head as the hot water rained on her overly sensitive body, letting the water sting her face. What on earth was she thinking? What was Julius thinking? Her father would see that his new home was six feet underground.

Once she was snuggled into her king-
sized bed, under the comfortable blankets, her mind dashed from one thought to another. She could not be in love with Julius. It was sick, taboo, distasteful, forbidden, and yet, he felt so right. No, no, he wasn’t right. He couldn’t be right. He was raised as her brother. What the hell was wrong with her?