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“Your next lesson.”

“My next lesson, Sir?”

He nods and removes his boxers and pants, revealing his incredible cock standing thick and tall, weeping with precum.

“And what is that?” I ask, full of excitement and a little trepidation.

He crawls onto the bed, trailing feral kisses up my legs, all the way from my ankles to the tops of my thighs. “You’ll see.”

Half an hour later, I’m wondering if the lesson is orgasm denial. Lorenzo has my legs thrown over his shoulders while he eats my pussy with all the skill and finesse of the genius sex wizard I’ve always known him to be, but no matter how close I get to the edge, how much I beg and plead and promise to be good, he refuses to let me come.

“Please, Sir!” My entire body feels aflame with desire.

“Not yet,” he growls against my flesh. “You need to learn patience.”

Patience? Is that my lesson.

“Your cunt is so fucking sweet,” Lorenzo says with a groan as he sits up, dropping my legs flat to the bed before he wipes his mouth free of my juices.

I gasp for breath and try not to pout as yet another mind-blowing orgasm ebbs away. Lorenzo leans over me and brushes my hair from my face, and without further warning, he sinks his cock all the way inside me.

“You know how I train my subs to come on command, Mia?”

I’m too consumed with the sweet relief of being filled by him to respond.

“I get them to the place where they’re so wrung out and desperate to come that it would only take the slightest amount of pressure in just the right spot”—he rolls his hips, sweeping the crown of his cock over said spot and proving his point—“to have them fall apart at my say so. And eventually there’s such a strong association between the words and the orgasm, they will come almost from the words alone, with very little stimulation.”

“Like Pavlov’s dogs?”

“Are you going to be sleeping on the floor again?”

“What?” He rocks his hips again, and I arch my back, giving into the pleasure he invokes. “I didn’t mean—it’s a famous experiment,” I protest.

“I know what it is,” he says with a wicked grin, and I realize he’s teasing me.

“You’re a jack—”

He cuts me off by slamming into me, making me gasp as endorphins race around my body. “Come for me, Mia.”

My body teeters on the precipice of ecstasy, and his words tip me right over the cliff. I fall hard, my climax crashing into me with such force that I shake. He fucks me through every second of it, railing into me as he grinds out his own orgasm.

Pulling me with him, he rolls onto his back.

“So coming on command was my lesson, Sir?” I nestle my face into the crook of his shoulder.

“Well, we laid the groundwork.” He laughs softly. “It’s not as easy as people think.”

“I never thought it would be easy. I assumed it was only in my books.”

He brushes my hair from my face and palms the back of my neck. “It can be done with practice.”

“I look forward to practicing a lot.” I snigger and drape my leg over his hip.

He hooks his hand under my knee and pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. “Goodnight, sunshine.”

ChapterForty-Five

LORENZO

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