He looked into her terrified eyes as he ran his fingers lightly from her ankle, up her leg, and straight to her pussy. Fuck. Shit. Mother fucker. She was wet. She was so fucking wet. She shuddered at his touch, dropping her head to the pillow and closing her eyes.
“Always keep your eyes open, Quill,” he demanded. She opened them. Shit. What the fuck was he doing? He was fucking training her. This wasn’t some chattel, this was Aquilla.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, sliding his fingers through her silky slit.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
She looked at him. What did he want her to say?
“Yes, Julius,” he helped. Fuck. He was training her. He couldn’t stop. He needed to stop. He didn’t want her to feel inferior to him, but yet he did. It turned him on.
She pulled her foot up to her body and moved her knee out. Shit, she cocked her leg for him again. She wanted him inside of her. He wanted to feel her as much as she wanted to feel him, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get out of fucking training mode.
“Did I tell you to spread your legs?” he asked. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. Get a fucking grip, Julius!
Aquilla quickly shook her head and moved her foot back down. Her heart was going to explode. She was sure of it. She had never been so aroused in her life, but the frightened feeling that caused her heart to jump from her chest kept her at bay.
Julius’s finger danced lightly on her swollen little nub. He needed her open. He needed to see her fucking pussy as he touched her.
“Why did you spread yourself, Quill?” he asked as he watched his finger on her pussy. He couldn’t look at her. He was fucking controlling her. She would do anything he told her to do, he was sure of it. Fuck, he needed to stop
She shrugged her shoulders. How the hell was she supposed to answer that? He saw her shrug without looking up.
“You need to answer me, Quill.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Did you want to show me your pussy?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Fuck. He couldn’t take it. Her scared little body was fucking doing things to him that no chattel had ever done.
“Do you want to spread your legs for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned in that same shaky voice.
“Spread your legs, Quill,” he demanded, looking into her bright blue, frightened eyes. Fuck, he shouldn’t have looked at her. He loved the fear. He fucking thrived on the fear. Fucking, mother fucker. This is Quill, he tried telling himself. It didn’t work.
Aquilla lifted her knees for him. He did control himself and pushed 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 closed, 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.
Julius 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 okay. 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.