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Aquilla lifted her knees for him. He did control himself and push
ed her knees apart, rather than telling her to do it like he wanted to. Her fucking pussy was the most glorious thing he had ever seen in his life. She was so fucking wet he could see her juices glistening.

He watched her face as he slipped two fingers deep inside her core. She let her eyes drift close
d, and then sharply open them, remembering his request. He smiled a little at her compliance. She would be so fucking easy to train. She was already obedient to him.

Julius lifted both her legs. “Hold your legs,” he whispered. She did. He pushed her knees apart, exposing the puckered nub in her ass. He needed it to be visible. She tensed when his moistened finger slid out of her and to her pucker. He sensed her uneasiness and moved his thumb up to circle her swollen clitoris
. That relaxed her a little, but was also going to make her cum.

Julius pressed a little firmer on her clit as his middle finger paused, resting on her sphincter. He ran it up her wet pussy one more time as she closed her eyes, anticipating the quivering orgasm that was seconds away. As soon as he felt her body tighten and let go he slid his finger deep, quick
, and forcefully in her ass.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She came. She came hard and was sure his middle finger in her ass intensified her quavering orgasm. He smiled a victorious smile
, she fucking loved it. He could tell.

He kept her in her sprawled position while he removed his jeans. She lay there holding her legs as he stroked himself. Shit. She didn’t know if she was allowed to drop her legs. He didn’t tell her she could. Fuck. Why did she give a shit what Julius wanted?

She wanted to reach over and take him in her own hand. Her shy, self-conscious self wouldn’t let her. She hadn’t been able to say a Goddamn word since he had burst into her room, catching her playing with herself. She still couldn’t speak, and the only sound she could make was the pleasurable moan when he brought her to her bliss.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked, taking her hand from behind her knee. He wrapped her fingers around his girth himself and moved her hand up and down, showing her what to do.

Holy shit, was he ever big. Her fingers didn’t reach around him. She stroked him, studying his rock hard cock. He moved his hand back to her wet pussy again, letting her take over his shaft. She kept up the momentum with her hand as his matched her strokes. Fuck. She was going to cum again. He sensed it too. He opened her more with one hand while he used three fingers flat on her aching nub, rubbing with forceful friction.

She felt it exculpating. She knew what was about to happen to her body. He stopped and moved himself between her legs on his knees. Her manifesting orgasm was seized. Her heart sped up more,
if that were even possible. Her eyes widen and she clinched the covers in two fists.

“Relax
, I’m not going to fuck you, Quill,” he assured her. She did relax. She wanted him to fuck her, but didn’t. Any virgin would know what that meant, she was scared.

He moved his rod to her clit and continued to penetrate her with his head. Fuck
, she felt good. He wanted to ram it in her tight little pussy. He didn’t. He pumped himself, letting the head of his cock spear her pink little nub. He felt his own manifesting orgasm when he watched her naked body writhe beneath him. Her lustful eyes watching his dick violate her pussy, the emotional expressions and the moans were more than he could handle. He was going to blow his load. Fuck. He wanted to move to her lips and tell her to swallow him.

As soon as she came, he was spewing hot
cum between her folds. He moved her hand to her pussy and rubbed his essence into her delectable pussy with her own fingers. Fuck, it was hot. She thought so too. His hot cum between her legs, was enough to cause her clitoris to pulsate again as she massaged his cum into her.

Juli
us squeezed the head of his cock, ejecting that last drop onto her clit. He got up, slid on his jeans and left her without another word. He had to get away from her. What the fuck was he thinking? What the fuck did he just do? FUCK!

Aquilla lay paralyzed
, trying to wrap her own warped mind around what was going on between her and Julius. She couldn’t stop massaging his cum around her pussy. It felt fan-fucking-tastic.

Julius couldn’t believe it when he peeked through his little window to make sure she was o
kay. She was going to fucking cum again. She fucking did cum again. His cock stood right back to attention as he watched her rub her nub with his cum.

Aquilla cleaned herself up. She wanted to call Talin or Vennah. She needed to talk to someone. She didn’t
though, she knew she wouldn’t do that. She lived in a house full of secrets. She wouldn’t talk about it to anyone.

Aquilla didn’t see Julius the entire next day. She knew that he was in the “training” room with one of the chattels. She wanted to interrupt and ask permission to go to Talin’s. She was bored. She wanted out of that house, and sitting by the pool
, reading romances, thinking about what he was doing with another girl wasn’t helping. She didn’t bother him.

Julius would have been totally into this new girl had Aquilla stayed out of his mind. Seri was fucking beautiful. She was a hot little Romanian with a perfect ten body. Her long dark hair flowed brilliantly around her tanned face. Her lips were fucking luscious, and her Romanian accent laced in her English vocabulary was an aphrodisiac in itself. He just wished Aquilla wasn’t in the room with them. He couldn’t get her out of his fucking head for shit, not even with this beautiful girl. 

He was unquestionably fucking this one. He couldn’t wait to sink balls deep into her pussy. He even loved the tattoo on the small of her back. That normally would have disqualified her from being a chattel. He wasn’t about to send this one packing. She was too fucking
, searing hot. He had to fight Latium for her with a coin toss. He had won.

Aquilla wal
ked down the long corridor once and almost knocked. She chickened out. She did try the handle to the door beside the training room, wondering what was in that room. It was locked too. She spent her day alone. She never saw him again until the next morning at breakfast. She was confused as hell by him. He treated her as he always had, reminded her of the stupid art lesson, denied her request to go to her friend’s house, and told her to sit up and to not slouch.

The next two days were
n’t any different. She wished her father would get home with Valdez so that she could get out of the house. She needed to do something to occupy her mind. Talin did drop her off a couple of DVD’s that she watched. They never did have cable T.V. Her father wouldn’t allow it. They could have gotten it on the island, Vennah had cable television. She watched it when she went to her house, mostly MTV and the entertainment channel. They would watch the shows, fascinated by the reality shows and the fashions that the girls wore.

She had never even watched a movie until she moved to Jamelia Lei. They didn’t even have a television. She popped the DVD’s in her laptop when Talin or Vennah would sneak them to her. Vennah got them more than Talin. Talin’s father was almost as bad as hers. She wasn’t allowed to do normal things either, but at least her father did like Salem, and he was allowed to visit her. Aquilla would never have that. Romano didn’t trust anyone
, he never would.

“Julius!” Aquilla called before he could disappear to the north wing for the day.

He turned back to her.

“Can I please go to Talin’s for a while? She wants me to help her plan her birthday party,” she begged.

“No, I’m too busy today. Wait until my father is back.”

His words didn’t go unnoticed. He said MY father. He
had never said that in the past. It was always our father or just father.

“Please
, Julius, I can’t stay in this house one more day. You can drop me off and pick me back up. You can even call her father. I promise I won’t go anywhere but there.”

Julius looked at her with a defeated look. Yes! He was giving in.

“If I find out that you so much as walked out of that house, I will beat your bare ass,” he threatened, giving in. Fuck if his dick didn’t just twitch at the thought of what he had just said.

“I won’t
, I promise,” she assured him.

Julius did call Mr. Rodrigues. He was going to drive her over to Talin’s and when her personal bodyguard drove Talin to her violin lesson, he would bring her home.

Aquilla spent most of the day at Talin’s. Vennah and her helped with her party arrangements. They decided on a 1920’s theme, and picked out dresses that would coordinate together, thanks to Vennah’s unrestricted computer. Aquilla was having a blast until her friends decided that they needed to pick out the costumes for the boys too. She was no longer interested in Tua. She didn’t want to be his date at the party.

She was glad when Juan interrupted their party to drive the two
girls’ home. Aquilla texted Julius from the car, letting him know that she was on her way, like she had promised that she would do.

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 to
o 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 h
is 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.