Plausibility

Chapter 5

Aquilla was sound asleep, sprawled out on her stomach when Julius woke. The light from the thin shears illuminated her sleeping body, she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he had seen many beautiful women. He moved the hair from her face and kissed her cheek. She was out. She never even stirred. He couldn’t help but move the sheet from her naked body. He knew he would have a perfect view of the most striking pussy he had ever fucked. She had her legged cocked above her hip as she soundly slept, oblivious to his perversion.

Son of a bitch, his cock promptly went from limp to steel. He needed to fuck that. It was all he could do not to touch her as he inspected her perfect pussy. His fucking pussy.

He replaced the sheet. He had to. He was about to wake her with his dick being shoved into her from behind. For the first time, he cared. Had it been any of the chattels, he wouldn’t have given a shit. He would have had her sucking his dick. He didn’t want to be that way with Aquilla. He got up and quietly slipped on his pants and pulled on his shirt.

“Let her sleep,” he told Hila, who was pacing back and forth in the hall, wondering and worrying if she should wake her for breakfast.

Hila’s eyes moved down his unbuttoned shirt to his bare chest. She quickly relocated them when she saw the massive erection lying along the side of his jeans.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, dropping her eyes to the floor.

Julius walked to his own window with the most beautiful ocean view on earth. He could see Anguilla Island in the distance. The view was doing little to transpose the dirty thoughts about Aquilla lying on the other side of the wall, naked, with her pussy hanging out for him to take.

“Fuck,” he said out loud, taking his hardness in his hand. He pumped his massive length, thinking about Aquilla until he was hissing through his teeth and spewing onto the windowsill, shuddering in necessary pleasure.

Aquilla woke to an empty bed, staring at his pillow. She lay there for a long time, thinking about what he had suggested. Could they really move away from there and be together? She snorted thinking about leaving Jamelia Lei. She had promised herself that she would throw a royal tantrum if her father ever suggested it.

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.

He wanted her to do it on her own accord, however, she didn’t. She just stared at his enormous cock, inches from her face.

“Stick your tongue out, Quill,” he coaxed.

She did. He hissed as he guided her tongue up his slit, tasting his juices. She didn’t take him in like he had hoped. He should ask her if this was okay, he couldn’t though. He wanted to be in her fucking mouth. He didn’t ask, he pushed his head between her lips. Aquilla was a little surprised, but she didn’t protest and opened up her mouth for him. She didn’t suck him off, and he had to move in and out of her. Julius didn’t mind, it was hot as hell. He made her take as much of him that would fit. When her gag reflexes would kick in, he would pull out and then dive right back to her throat.

Aquilla enjoyed it too. Her pussy had revived from the last orgasm and was ready to do it again. She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do. He seemed to be doing all the work, and she let him. Her eyes remained open and watched him hold his tight balls at the base of his shaft as he moved his hips in and out of her mouth.

Julius could have fucked her mouth for twenty minutes, wanting to shoot a load in her mouth, massage it into her lips, and have her swallow him. That would happen at some point, just not yet. He moved out of her mouth and turned her onto the bed. Then he lifted her hips to his cock, positioning himself to fuck her slippery, wet pussy.

As she clinched the sheets tight in her fists, he sensed her fear, “It isn’t going to feel like that again, Quill,” he promised.

She smiled an unsure smile up at him. “I need you to be closer to me,” she requested. Aquilla didn’t want him standing. She needed to feel his warm body on hers.

“Move up,” he said, nodding towards her pillow.

She slid up on her elbows and he slid up to her. Even though she was still tender from the night before, he was right, it didn’t hurt near as bad as it did the first time. This experience may have been less painful and felt better than the last, but it still didn’t feel that good, there was no way she was going to cum this time either.

Julius was once again fighting his demons. Continuing to keep a slow steady pace was a struggle, he desperately wanted to fuck the hell out of her, pounding the hell out of her ass with his balls. Everything was going okay until he looked down. Once he saw his dick slide in and out of her, he picked up his stride, just a little, and then a little more. He tried to make it pleasurable for her, despite his increased pace, he moved his thumb to her clit and circled it with more pressure than he probably needed to. After only a few moments, she moaned, and that did it.

With the next stroke he was thrashing the hell out of her. Fuck, she was so fucking tight. He moved his body away from hers and came to his knees. Julius had to, he couldn’t stand not watching his dick fill her pussy. She didn’t protest that time. He held her hips up and continued to violate her clitoris with his fingers while he continued to pump, forcefully in and out of her. Okay, maybe she would cum, after all.

“Will you swallow me?” he asked. He’d never asked that before. He normally would just pull out and do it.

“Yes, Julius.”

“Fuck, Quill,” he whimpered. He went to town on her clitoris, needing her to cum so that he could. As soon as Aquilla called out, he pulled out and came to her mouth. He pumped himself quick and hard above her lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he demanded. He could feel his shaft pulsate and the vein running along his length tighten. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he quietly said, looking down to his cum spewing around her mouth. She took his head in her mouth and sucked him dry. It didn’t taste bad at all; it was kind of sweet and salty, all in one.

Aquilla and Julius both laughed when Hila slid a note under her door, reminding her of her art lesson. She knew Hila would never say anything, she was a servant, who was too afraid of losing her job.

Aquilla could only imagine what she thought. Hila did walk in after a painful shrill, Julius’s hand over her mouth, and his body between her legs. She was sure to think the worst too.

The art lesson that day went pretty well, much better than normal. Her instructor was even impressed. She still hated it, but at least her dramatic tree truly looked like a tree this time.

Julius spent the night in her bed again that night. They made love and talked until the wee hours of the morning. He was spending more time than he should have been spending with her. His clients were scheduled to be there to pick up the three girls that evening, and he hadn’t spent the time with him that was expected.

Aquilla was in bed early with a book that she had been neglecting, due to the attention Julius was demanding. It wasn’t like she minded the distraction, she loved it, and she loved him. Trying to read and remained focused was difficult, she kept thinking about her father arriving back home in less than three days. Aquilla missed him and couldn’t wait to see him, but she wasn’t happy about not being able to be with Julius. Sharing a bed together would still probably be fine, her father rarely came upstairs. His room was right below Hila’s on the first floor. However, on rare occasions he did come up in the mornings before she woke. If he was to find Julius naked in her bed, she was sure he would kill Julius.

Aquilla got up and glanced at the clock on her smartphone, it was almost eleven. It was after ten, which meant she wasn’t allowed to wander downstairs again until morning. The girls usually entertained their new bosses by the pool their last night. She opened her door and walked down the steps to the glass doors, peeking through the side of the curtain.

Julius looked bored. He was slouched down in his chair with one leg perched over the other. The girl that she had gotten acquainted with, Seri, sat on an older gentleman’s lap. Julius was studying the guy. He was a new client that his father had acquired, and Julius didn’t like it. He didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now. It was better if they stuck with what he knew or whom he knew. They didn’t know this guy. At this point, all he wanted from this guy was to take Seri and get the hell out of there.

Seri didn’t look like she was having much fun either. Her arm was wrapped around the guy’s neck while she sat on his lap staring into space. Neither of them appeared to be watching the other two girls give their superiors blow jobs. Normally, Julius would have been sitting there with a hard on. This time he was limp, he just wanted to go wrap his arms around Aquilla.

“You go upstairs,” Hila demanded in a loud whisper from behind her. Hila was fully aware of the rules that had been laid out for Aquilla, She knew that Aquilla wasn’t allowed downstairs after ten at night.

With a deep sigh and an eye roll, Aquilla turned and walked in front of Hila like a five year old child, back to her room.

By the time the three men had finally took their chattels and left, Aquilla was sound asleep. After taking a shower in his own room he went back to her room. The plan was to kiss her softly goodnight and sleep in his own bed, let her sleep without disturbing her. Once he was in her room the plan changed, he couldn’t do it. He crawled in to bed beside of her, and she incoherently rolled over and nestled into his chest. He welcomed her with a smile and a kiss to her forehead before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning when she woke, Julius was already gone. He was in the office, another room she wasn’t allowed to go in. When he came to the table to meet her for breakfast she could tell something was amiss, by the worried look in his eyes.

“Is there something going on, Julius?” she asked.

“There is always something going on around here,” he smiled.

“I’m being serious, you look worried.”

“I’m not,” he assured her, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin and getting up. “I have work to do. I will talk to you later,” he said, kissing her on the head. He didn’t want to spend the day worrying about his dad’s screw up. He had no chattels to train. What he wanted to do was spend his day with Aquilla. Instead he was trying to deflect a shipment that he had tried to tell his father was a bad idea in the first place. The barge was idle, not moving, waiting for instructions.

Aquilla knew something was up when Valdez returned without her father. It didn’t matter, she would never know. They wouldn’t tell her anything that was going on. They never did. Was this one of those situations where they would pick up and move again in the middle of the night?

Julius avoided her. He stayed stowed away in the office all day, he never came to her room that night, and he wasn’t at breakfast the next morning. Was he bored with her already? Did she not meet his standards the way the chattels did? She was sure she had done everything that he had asked. What was his problem?

He knew she was probably feeling neglected, but going to her was not an option right now. There wasn’t any time for it right now, too much shit was happening that he had to take care of, like right fucking now. As much as he hated it, Aquilla would have to be postponed while he figured this shit out.

Romano arrived home the following morning, or maybe even late in the night, Aquilla wasn’t sure. When he arrived, he locked himself in the office with Julius and Valdez. He didn’t even come to her room to check on her like he normally did after being on a trip.

Not being with Julius was making her crazy and not being able to get out the stupid house was making it a hundred times worse. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed something to do.

After her family didn’t meet her for lunch, she went to the office and knocked against Hila’s wishes.

Valdez opened the door. Julius was pointing to a map.

“We’re not going through fucking Panama,” he yelled.

“Julius!” his father scolded. Romano smiled at Aquilla. “Hi, princess,” he said, happy to see his daughter.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Romano hugged her, kissing the top of her head. “No, everything is fine,” he lied.

“Can Valdez take me to Talin’s,” she asked.

“No, sweetie, I want you inside for a couple of days.”

“Why? I’m going crazy here, father. I need something to do,” she whined.

“I’ll give you something to do,” Julius said with a smirk. She instantly shot him a dirty look. Fucking Idiot.

“Bring me your laptop, and I’ll download you some new games,” her father offered.

Yeah, because I am fucking three. “No, that’s okay, I’ll just go read by the pool or something.”

“Please stay inside, Quill,” he begged.

Why wouldn’t anyone tell her what the hell was going on? She took a deep breath and turned out of his arm. “Fine, I will just go read all alone in my room,” she pouted and left them.

“Valdez, go tell the kitchen to make scallops with mango vinaigrette for supper, that should cheer her up,” Romano ordered. He hated the scallops with the too tart dressing, but Aquilla loved it.

Aquilla spent the next four days alone. The one night that Julius did come to her late in the night, she pretended to be asleep. She was pissed that he had ignored her for five straight days. He could go beat off for all she cared. He had lightly closed the door and left her.

Aquilla was surprised to see them both at the breakfast table, she wasn’t expecting to see her father there. Had she known he was going to be there she would have worn the appropriate attire. She came strolling in wearing a pale yellow sundress with a bright yellow sun placed between her breasts.

“What on earth are you wearing?” her father asked. Julius smiled at her. Julius loved the sundress, he knew that underneath the bunched up stretchy top was a braless chest with crimson nipples.

“Hi, Father. I ordered it with Talin and Vennah, and I was hoping to hang out with them at the beach today, please,” she begged. She was ready to run away. She honestly couldn’t take being in that house for one more second.

“I suppose that Valdez can take you to hang out with your friends today,” he answered with a smile, knowing he had just made her day.

Whatever was going on must have blown over. She was happy to get back to normal, not that you could call her life even close to normal, but at least she was getting out of the house.

“I’ll escort her today, I need to step out too,” Julius volunteered.

She didn’t want him to follow her. She was pissed at him, he had taken her virginity, shot a load in her mouth, and then ignored her for days. Fuck him!

Protesting against Julius escorting her was what she wanted to do, but she was afraid that if she did so it would make her look too guilty. Instead, she would just ignore him like he had her, he could see how it what rejection feels like for himself.

“Text your friends and tell them you’re not coming,” Julius demanded, once they were in her sand buggy.

“Why?” she asked as he pulled away from the house.

He ran his hand up her leg, pushing her sundress up as he did. “Because, I have missed you. I want to spend the day with you.”

Aquilla crossed her arms in a pout. “You’ve ignored me for five days.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, Quill. I would’ve much rather been with you. Please, text your friends,” he ordered again. There was no way he was going to let her go hang out with Talin and Vennah, not when he would be able to have her alone for four hours.

“Can I see them tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, already texting.

“We’ll go down to the boat.”

“Are we going to take it out?”

“Do you want to take it out?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll take it out.”

Aquilla quickly forgave Julius, right after his tongue gave her a mind blowing orgasm. They spent the entire day together; fucking on the deck twice while in the middle of the ocean, playing around naked in the water, kissing, laughing, and talking about everything under the sun.

This charade that they were partaking in wasn’t going to last much longer. Julius wanted to be with her, every day and every night. If that meant that he had to take her away, and be disowned by his father, then that’s what he would do.

Julius held true to his word and made sure that she got to spend the next day with her friends. He, however, was held back by his father. He needed him to help with a certain matter, was Romano’s explanation, like Aquilla didn’t know that he was speaking of a drug conveyance. This time she didn’t care, she was looking forward to seeing her friends, talk about Talin’s birthday party, and sit on the beach day dreaming about running away to the island in the distance.

It was such a lovely day. Talin, Vennah, and Aquilla lay on the powdery white sand beach. Even though they knew it would never happen, they hey made empty plans to go to Anguilla Island for a weekend. Their father’s business affairs would never allow them to be safe enough to carry out those plans. The girls knew that, they also knew that they were kept in the dark for reasons beyond their understanding.

Aquilla didn’t mean to break Tua’s arm, she didn’t know that he was there. They were walking through the edge of the water when he ran up behind her, grabbing her around the waist. It was instinct, from years of being taught how to fight for herself. She grabbed his arm, twisted it, and threw him over her shoulder, landing him on his back. They all heard the snap, it was horrendous, the sound was sick.

Tua screamed and grabbed his shoulder. Aquilla dropped to her knees and apologized profusely.

“Tua, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”

There was no way he could answer, he was in too much pain. Salem ran to get their beach buggy, and then Keiki and him helped Tua to his feet and into the buggy. All Aquilla could do was watch, she felt horrible.

Talin laughed, “Jesus girl.”

“It’s not funny, Talin. Didn’t you hear that? His arm is no doubt broken.”

Julius listened to his father talk about the transport. He was nervous, Julius could tell, but the older he got, the more it did nerve him. It was probably nothing, and he was fretting over a nonentity. Julius had other things that he wanted to discuss with him. He couldn’t seem to keep his mind focused on business.

“Are you even listening to me boy?” Romano scolded, as Julius rolled his shoestring between his fingers.

He sat up. “Not really. There’s something that I would like to talk to you about,” he alleged. He had to get it out, it was the best way.

“What?” Romano asked concerned.

“I think we need to leave here. We’ve been here four years now, it’s time for us to move on.”

“Why, did you get a tip?” he asked, worried that someone was coming for them.

“No, Father, it’s nothing like that.”

“Stop beating around the bush, Julius. You know I hate that.”

“I want to leave Jamelia Lei because I want to be with_____.” Fuck, he almost did it. He almost had it out.

“Come in,” Romano called, to the knock on the door.

Aquilla was right behind Valdez.

“I swear I didn’t mean to do it, Father,” she nervously spat out, shoving her way around Valdez.

Romano stood. “What did you do, Quill?” he asked, sternly.

“She fucking broke Tua Shumah’s arm. You should have heard it. I wasn’t even close and I heard it,” Valdez simpered. He thought it was funny, Aquilla turned and shot him a dirty look.

“You broke his arm?” Julius asked, standing. Good that mother fucker will learn to keep his hands off my girl.

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was him. He sneaked up behind me,” she implored. She felt so bad.

“Don’t worry about it,” Romano consoled, walking towards her. He held her arms and looked down at her. “I’ll call his father and take care of the damages.” He hugged her and kissed her blonde locks. “You know that I love you and you will always be my little princess, don’t you?”

Aquilla looked confused and gave Julius a tangled glance. “Yes,” she replied.

“Good, now get out of here. We have work to do. Valdez pull up Deion Perl,” he spoke, dismissing her and getting back to business.

Aquilla turned back to Julius, still with that dazed, confused look.

Once again, he longed to go to her, but because of business yet again, he wouldn’t be able to. He didn’t even get to eat with her. One of the servants catered their dinner into the office. The bump that his father had run into while he was away was more than a bump now. The ship transporting the goods had been seized. Drug enforcement officials stopped the North Korean vessel on its way through the Panama Canal. He fucking told him not to send it through, but he wouldn’t listen. Romano thought enough time had passed. It was bad. It was very bad. They were doing everything they could to find out what went wrong, what was said, and whose names were brought up. Now might be the perfect time to plan that move, after all.

Romano called in more security and canceled the next chattel arrival. They needed to be able to get out of there if need be. Finding three or four beautiful women tucked away in the north wing probably wouldn’t go over well with authorities. So far, only the Korean captain was being held. No one else had been brought in. If this guy could keep his mouth shut, they might be okay.

It was late, almost eleven at night. Julius was finished, he couldn’t go anymore, and there was really nothing left to do but sit and wait. All he wanted to do was go and talk to Aquilla. He was sure she was already asleep, which meant another day and night had passed without being with his precious Aquilla.

Julius showered in his room and lay across his bed with his hands overhead. He jumped up and pulled on a pair of jeans, omitting the underwear.

Quietly opening the door to her room, he snuck in. Her window was open and the white shear blew with the breeze. She looked so peaceful, sleeping with her cheek on her hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed her hair from her face.

The fresh clean scent she smelled, was enough to let her know he was there. Without even opening her eyes she knew he was next to her. Aquilla opened her eyes, looked up, and smiled.

“Hey,” she said, moving her hand to the top of his leg. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Hey,” he smiled back. God, he fucking loved her.

“Did you really break Tua’s arm?”

“Yes, and it’s not funny. He was in so much pain. I didn’t mean to. It’s kind of your fault.”

“My fault?” he asked, amused.

“Yes, you drilled that move into me so many times, it was just instinct. Kind of like a dog, instinctively knows how to fetch a stick.”

He smiled at her comparison. “I like you that you are able to defend yourself.”

“I didn’t need to defend myself from Tua. Will you take me to see him tomorrow?”

“No, Father isn’t going to let us leave the house for a few days.”

“Again? Now what?” she asked the absurd question. Of course something was going on. Something was always going on. That’s why he was home two days early.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Do you like him, Quill?” he asked, changing the subject. She knew he wouldn’t talk about it before she asked.

“Tua?”

“Yes”

He was so serious, searching her face for the answer. She snorted.

“No, not like I like you,” She said, easing the anxiety on his face.

He kissed her. She didn’t care what people thought of them. There was no way any other man would ever make her feel faint the way that he did. She was in love with him, and she wanted him.

Julius managed to make slow passionate love to her without “training her” once, well maybe once. He did request that she spread her ass cheeks so that he could insert his finger while he devoured her pussy with his mouth. Other than that, he did well. He was proud of himself.