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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 th
at 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 wood
en 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. Aqui
lla 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 w
hat 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 c
um. 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. Jul
ius 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 li
ves. 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.

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.

H
e 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.

Her father had hired a Spanish teacher for her, but Aaranta was the one that really got through to her. She
didn’t speak any English and Aquilla had to learn what she was saying in order to be able to play with her. She never wondered until she was a teen about the reasons why she didn’t speak the language that her father and brother had spoken fluently. Her father had told her that her mother was from America and she had only taught her the English language. She didn’t believe that once she was older either. It didn’t make any sense. Maybe being rushed on airplanes and boats in the middle of the night left her with a knowing. A knowing of what, she wasn’t quite sure. 

When she was ten
, they moved once again. That was the worst place she had ever lived, or her least favorite anyway. She hated Venezuela. She hated the solitude and not having anyone there to play with. She was more out of place in that quaint little village than anywhere she had ever lived. Her white skin was like an eye sore. Julius had told her that she stuck out like a sore thumb. She never understood what that meant. What did a sore thumb have to do with the fact that her skin was lighter than the majority of the people around them? Thank God they only stayed there for maybe two months.

Before they moved to Jamelia Lei, they were on Niihau Island. She loved it there too. That’s where she started
learning to play the flute. She had wanted to do other things there; like go to school, be a cheerleader, sing in the Glee Club, and play soccer. Her father wouldn’t permit it.

She didn’t think she would ever forgive her father for moving them again. She vowed that she would move ba
ck there when she turned 18. Now she didn’t want to leave Jamelia Lei. She loved the island. It was nothing like the normal mind could conceive. The water was crystal blue, the most magnificent site on earth. Now she was thinking of leaving there too.

The only thing that she did hate
, and would love to get away from, was being followed. She hated the fact that she wasn’t able to do anything with her friends without being followed by Valdez. Valdez was never far behind. The only good thing about it was Talin and Vennah were in the same boat. Their bodyguards tagged along behind them wherever they went also. She guessed that she shouldn’t complain.

She never understood
why she always had to have an escort, either. When she would ask her father or Julius why she couldn’t do things without Valdez following her with a gun, she always got the run around. Her father’s business left him with many enemies that could put her in harm’s way because of him. No one ever bothered her, no one ever seemed suspicious to her, and no one was ever caught following her around. She didn’t get it and she hated it. She wondered if she’d have to put up with that if she were to leave the island with Julius. Would her father move too? Would he be furious with them and throw them to the curb without any money?

“Are you sleeping all day?” Julius asked, interrupting her thoughts.

She smiled and rolled over. “I’m awake,” she said, holding the sheet over her breasts as she turned.

He sat on the side of the bed and stared down at her. “You okay?” he asked.

She knew he was asking about last night. “I’m confused and sore as hell,” she smiled.

“I’m confused too. Do you want me to kiss it for you?”

Aquilla laughed. “No, I’m good on that. What are you confused about?” she wanted to know.

She let
Julius slowly pull the sheet  from her breasts He stared at her body with so much love and adoration, as he ran his fingers from her chest down her stomach. He looked up to her eyes and then back down.

He wasn’t going to answer. He couldn’t answer. He was confused about a lot of things. How could he let this happen? Aquilla
had slept nestled in his arms when she was a little girl. He used to bathe her for fuck’s sake. She kept her hands above her head as he soaked in her body with his hand. He had no intentions of coming in there to touch her. He was just planning on persuading her to eat something. His cock, on the other hand, had other plans in mind.

She didn’t want to have sex. She didn’t like sex, but just like him, her pussy had a different perception
of what should take place than her brain.

“Spread your legs for me, Quill,” he whispered in a raspy tone.

She obliged. It felt good when he moved the wetness up to her throbbing nub, but she felt the discomfort when he moved his finger inside of her. She squirmed a little, but loosened up when she realized that it didn’t hurt as much. It actually felt good.

Julius was fighting with the whole dominance thing again. He wanted to dictate
her, it was something he struggled to keep contained. He hadn’t ever been so turned on by controlling a girl before in his life, and he had controlled many, like he was now. He didn’t want her to feel like a chattel though. Julius wanted her to feel how much he loved her, and how much she really meant to him.

“You have to tell me what you don’t like,” he said, looking into her bright blue eyes. She didn’t
respond to him.

“Answer me, Quill.”

“Yes, I will,” she replied.

“Yes, what?”
Goddamnit, he was doing it again.

“Yes, Julius.”

“Can I taste you?” he asked, moving one lip over with his thumb. He needed to taste her.

“Yes, Julius,” she replied, obediently. His
cock grew another inch hearing her obey his commands. He should be ashamed of himself, but he wasn’t. He was more turned on than he ever dreamed he would be.

Julius moved between her legs and
slowly slid his tongue all the way from the back of her to her clit. Fuck, she tasted just how he had imagined her to taste. He lapped at her over and over with his tongue from the back to the front. She writhed beneath his mouth. It felt amazing, but he wouldn’t give her clitoris the needed attention to bring her to her desired bliss. She wanted to cum, no, she needed to cum.

“Right here, Julius,” she beckoned, rubbing her swollen nub.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. He loved it when she told him what she wanted. He obliged, flicking his tongue over her pink little bud. Her eyes closed, her back arched, and her hips swerved to the rhythm of his tongue. She grabbed ahold of the headboard and let go, calling out in agonizing pleasure.

Julius moved to her mouth and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself in his mouth. She moaned again. She tasted how she remembered Seri tasting. He came to his feet on the floor and franticly removed his clothes. He moved to the side of her face, pumping his cock close to her mouth. She watched with wide eyes
, as he squeezed the head of his cock, ejecting the dab of clear pre-cum.

He wanted her to do it on her own accord
, however, she didn’t. She just stared at his enormous cock, inches from her face.

“Stick your tongue out, Quill,”
he  coaxed.

She did. He hissed as he guided her tongue up his slit, tasting his juices. She didn’t take him in like he had hoped. He should ask her if this was oka
y, he couldn’t though. He wanted to be in her fucking mouth. He didn’t ask, he pushed his head between her lips. Aquilla was a little surprised, but she didn’t protest and opened up her mouth for him. She didn’t suck him off, and he had to move in and out of her. Julius didn’t mind, it was hot as hell. He made her take as much of him that would fit. When her gag reflexes would kick in, he would pull out and then dive right back to her throat.

Aquilla enjoyed it too. Her pussy had
revived from the last orgasm and was ready to do it again. She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do. He seemed to be doing all the work, and she let him. Her eyes remained open and watched him hold his tight balls at the base of his shaft as he moved his hips in and out of her mouth.

Julius could have fucked her mouth for twenty minutes
, wanting to shoot a load in her mouth, massage it into her lips, and have her swallow him. That would happen at some point, just not yet. He moved out of her mouth and turned her onto the bed. Then he lifted her hips to his cock, positioning himself to fuck her slippery, wet pussy.

As s
he clinched the sheets tight in her fists, he sensed her fear, “It isn’t going to feel like that again, Quill,” he promised.

She smiled an unsure smile up at him. “I need you to be closer to me,” she requested.
Aquilla didn’t want him standing. She needed to feel his warm body on hers.

“Move up,” he said, nodding toward
s her pillow.

She slid up on her elbows and he
slid up to her. Even though she was still tender from the night before, he was right, it didn’t hurt near as bad as it did the first time. This experience may have been less painful and felt better than the last, but it still didn’t feel that good, there was no way she was going to cum this time either.

Julius was once again fighting his demons.
Continuing to keep a slow steady pace was a struggle, he desperately wanted to fuck the hell out of her, pounding the hell out of her ass with his balls. Everything was going okay until he looked down. Once he saw his dick slide in and out of her, he picked up his stride, just a little, and then a little more. He tried to make it pleasurable for her, despite his increased pace, he moved his thumb to her clit and circled it with more pressure than he probably needed to. After only a few moments, she moaned, and that did it.

With the next stroke
he was thrashing the hell out of her. Fuck, she was so fucking tight. He moved his body away from hers and came to his knees. Julius had to, he couldn’t stand not watching his dick fill her pussy. She didn’t protest that time. He held her hips up and continued to violate her clitoris with his fingers while he continued to pump, forcefully in and out of her. Okay, maybe she would cum, after all.