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 back 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.