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 into 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 what, 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.
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?
Julius lay in his own bed right next to hers, battling the same demons that Aquilla was fighting. He could not love Aquilla. It wasn’t right. There was no way for him to ever be with her. He had been fighting these feelings for years. He had watched her blossom into a beautiful young lady, which did nothing but reinforce his prohibited thoughts and feelings.
Unlike Aquilla, he had always known that she wasn’t infected with the Chavez blood. None of his blood ran through her veins. Unlike her, he was old enough to remember her coming home with him and his father that day. He was seven years older than her, of course he knew. Romano would never admit to it, but he knew. His father had always hoped that if he preached it enough, that he would eventually believe that Aquilla was indeed his flesh and blood. Bullshit, that’s what it was, and he knew it. Anyone who looked at Aquilla could tell she didn’t belong to Romano any more than she belonged to Charlie Brown. Of course no one would ever challenge him on that concept. They would bow down and agree with whatever Mr. Chavez told them to believe.
Aquilla didn’t want to face Julius at the breakfast table. She tried to get Hila to tell her father that she was ill. She ignored her tempered request, made her get out of bed, and dress for breakfast. She decided to hurry, wanting to be there before Julius. She didn’t make it. Her eyes landed right on his as he watched her take her seat. She tried not to notice, but she did. She couldn’t help it.
“Good morning,” her father spoke, standing from the table as she sat.
“Good morning,” she replied, moving her arms for coffee, trying to avoid Julius’s eyes. He didn’t care, he stared at her amused. Even after the couple of times that she had tried to give him a warning look to stop, he still stared.
“Father, may I hang out at Talin’s today?” she asked, after awhile.
“No, I need Julius and Valdez today, invite her here.”
“But she has someone coming to do our nails today,” she tried with no avail.
“He can come here too, I’m sure Mr. Rodrigues has had him checked out, he can do it here.”
No way was Phillip coming there. He didn’t really do their nails. She wanted to argue the whole being 18, you can’t tell me what to do issue, but refrained. It wouldn’t do any good. She would still be living under his roof when she was 30, he’d see to it.
“Invite your friend here today, you can go swimming,” her father said as he got up to answer his cellphone. He kissed her on top of the head and left them.
She crossed her arms and slumped in a pout.
“Sit up, are you okay?” Julius asked.
She knew that he was asking about the mind blowing orgasm he had pulled from her body, but feigned ignorance. It was the easiest way. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, straightening her posture.