Free Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1) by Renea Mason Page B

ignored him.
    The bells on the door
chimed. Sebastian stepped through the door dressed in jeans and a leather
jacket. He walked up beside me and whispered to both of us, “Sorry, I’m late.”
    Marco leaned in front
of me making eye contact with Sebastian. “Hey, no problem. You’re just to in
time to witness the cat fight.”
    Sebastian laughed.
    Marco put his arm
around me. “Elaine here is going to kick Patrice’s ass.”
    I removed his arm and
stared at him. “What? I am not.” I said it just a little too loud, because the doctor
and Patrice glanced in our direction.
    Sebastian chuckled.
    The woman laughed, placed a soft kiss on his lips, grabbed
her handbag and headed to the door. The kiss boiled my blood. Xavier followed
her to the door and locked it behind her.
    “Now where were we?” He stopped and stared at me. “Beautiful,
what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    Marco laughed. “I don’t think she likes Patrice.”
    The doctor turned to Sebastian. “Glad you could make it.”
    Sebastian responded, “Wouldn’t miss it.”
    Xavier cleared his throat and took my arm, guiding me to a
painting of a man and a woman in bed. The woman’s legs were spread wide and the
man rose above her. His cock was positioned to penetrate her.
    “These works are some of the most precious pieces of erotic
art you will ever see. Unlike me…my lovely Lydia was a splendid collector.”
    I glared at him. Obviously, he wasn’t over the comment I’d
made in the limo.
    Still leading the way, he stopped in front of a painting of
a woman being ravished by a horde of men. “Lydia studied several tribes in the
Himalayas. There is limited inhabitable land, so this is how they control the
population.”
    I snorted. “I’m sorry, but I would think an orgy would
have the opposite effect.”
    He laughed. “You’re right, if there was more than one
woman involved. In their culture one woman takes many husbands. Often times a
bride is selected for a family of brothers.”
    “That looks complicated. Couldn’t she do them one at a
time?”
    “I’m sure she did, but this is her wedding night. Their
job is to give her pleasure as one marital unit.”
    The dark skinned woman with the look of ecstasy in her
eyes had a cock in every hole and a line of men prepped and ready. I stared in
fascination, admiring the careful logistics needed to perform such an act.
    Marco moved in behind me. “Have you ever had two men at
once?”
    “No.” I crossed my arms.
    He placed his hands on my hips. “Do you ever think about
it?”
    I shifted my weight to the other foot. “Not other than a
passing fantasy from high school. I’ve never actually considered making it a
reality.”
    “Think about it, Elaine. Think about men wanting you so
badly, they can’t wait.” He reached under my skirt. “Think about having a cock
in here.” He slid his finger into me. “And one in here.” He slid his finger
between my cheeks and touched my rear entrance. I jerked.
    Marco grabbed my hip. “Wait…has no one ever taken your
ass?”
    I didn’t want to answer.
    Xavier’s intense stare was penetrating. “Elaine…” He took my hand in
his.
    “No. Never really considered it an option.”
    Xavier stroked my palm with his thumb. “We have so much to
teach you.”
    In the center of the
room stood an alabaster sculpture of a goddess—her nude body, draped in
only beads while being caressed by two equally nude men. The men kneeled on
either side of her, each with one of their hands between her legs. The woman’s
hands stretched to the heavens and in one she held a small box. Her unsurpassed
beauty tarnished by the look of agony on her face.
    The doctor moved to the
front of the piece. “This is Pandora—a prominent figure in erotic art and
literature. Throughout history there are many renditions of her story, but this
particular artist had an interesting interpretation.” He took a step to his
left, admiring the work. “He did not believe that she