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 walked 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 weren’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.
Chapter 4
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 too 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.