Geomancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 5)

That night, the party lasted until the early morning. Sean had to be exhausted. Asia lay awake, worrying. What was Tammy doing with her brother?

At dawn, she couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She got dressed and walked to the restaurant for an early cup of coffee. As she neared, she spotted three people on the deck in the Jacuzzi—Juan, Eric, and a woman whose name she didn’t know. Steam came off the water. Straddling Juan, the woman bounced up and down. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were doing.

She turned in her tracks, hoping they hadn’t spotted her, but Juan called, “Marina, come here.”

Her stomach tightened. Taking a deep breath, she walked back to them slowly.

“Want to join the party?” Juan asked, a challenge in his eyes.

“No, thanks. I was going to find some coffee.”

“This is Samantha. Say hi, Samantha.”

The woman lifted one hand and waved without breaking her pace.

Juan clamped his hands around her hips. “That’s enough.” He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the step. He got out of the water and sat on the edge. “Bend over.”

She placed herself in front of Juan with her hands on his thighs, her face in his lap, and her ass in the air. Asia looked away.

“Eyes over here,” Juan said.

Asia obeyed with a feeling of loathing that made her feel sick.

“Eric.” Juan flicked his fingers. “Your turn.”

Eric did not make eye contact with Asia as he got from the water, naked and hard, and gripped Samantha’s hips. The woman moaned when he penetrated her from behind. His cock slid in and out with slow strokes while Juan fondled her breasts.

Something more than a challenge invaded Juan’s gaze. “Jealous?”

Asia didn’t answer. She didn’t know what the right answer was. Was the threesome supposed to turn her on, or was it Juan’s way of testing her loyalty? He’d said he wouldn’t share her.

When he slipped a hand between Samantha’s legs, her moans increased.

“I guess not,” Juan said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re frigid, Marina.”

Asia looked around, but nobody else was up and about, yet. There was no one to rescue her.

“Eyes here,” Juan said again.

She hated him. She hoped he saw it in her face as she was forced to watch his early morning orgy.

“Fuck her hard now, Eric,” he said.

Eric complied, picking up his pace. The woman moaned louder, but the sound was quickly muffled when Juan grabbed her hair and pushed her face down on his cock.

“Suck me off.” He manipulated her head, twisting her hair around his fist for leverage.

Behind her, Eric grunted. He pushed in one last time and arched into her backside, his legs shaking.

“You came too fast, you dickhead,” Juan said. “Lick your cum from her cunt.”

Eric kneeled and flattened his tongue against her folds, licking her from top to bottom while she wiggled and squirmed.

“Grab her ass and hold her still,” Juan said, panting.

Eric pulled her ass cheeks apart, licking faster.

Juan groaned. “Yeah, come now, bitch.”

He pressed up, pushing his groin against her face while holding her head down, and jerked himself off in her mouth. Samantha started fighting, but Eric held her in place.

Asia’s throat closed up. “Let her go. You’re choking her.”

“Did she come in your mouth?” Juan asked Eric.

Eric lifted his face and bobbed his head, his chin glistening with the woman’s arousal. Juan let up, still holding fast to her hair. Samantha jerked her face from his lap and gasped for air.

He gave her three seconds before he pushed her head back down. “Lick me clean.”

Her tongue flicked out. She licked the length of his shaft and around the head.

“Stop.” Juan pushed her away. He got to his feet and wrapped a towel around his body. “Stay with her,” he said to Eric. “She’d like a thank you fuck.” He looked at Eric’s shriveled cock. “If you can get it up again.”

“Come, Marina,” he commanded, walking toward the restaurant.

Asia stood rooted to the spot. He was a sick fuck. For the first time in her life, she felt like committing murder.

Juan flicked his fingers from the door. “Now, my sweet.”

Casting a last glance at Samantha who was feverishly yanking Eric’s soft cock, she followed and enter the dining room cautiously.

Juan stood in front of the urn. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her. “That wasn’t pleasure. That was training.”

“For Samantha?” she asked with a bite in her tone.

“For Eric,” he deadpanned. Cupping her cheek, he continued, “I can’t wait to start yours in April.” The smile that curved his lips didn’t mask the threat behind his words.

A shiver of dread ran over her body.

He dropped his hand. “What’s wrong? You don’t look pleased.”

“You said you won’t share me,” she said in a hoarse voice.

“That’s true, but training is different. The quicker you show me you care, the quicker your training will be over.” When he pushed a hand between her legs to cup her sex, she almost spilled the coffee. “I can make a lot of dicks pound up this cunt. I can make you take a dick in every hole of your body, all at the same time, or you can start showing a sliver of emotion and just deal with one dick. Mine.”