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.
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 that 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 wooden 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. Aquilla 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.