Lorenzo: Chapter 44

My breasts throb with a delicious, heavy ache. I can barely see straight. Wetness slicks my thighs, and I whimper without shame, grinding myself on Lorenzo’s hard cock.

“These are fucking beautiful, tesoro,” he says, squeezing one of my breasts hard, his tongue sweeping over the other, teasing my pebbled nipple while the toy bites into my skin. Every time I feel like the pleasure can’t get any more intense, Lorenzo pulls on the chain between the two clamps, and I enter a whole new sphere of ecstasy.

Pressure building in my core, I rock my hips, rubbing my sensitive clit over his hard length. I’ve never come from having my nipples played with before, and although I’m grinding against him like a horny she-cat, it’s the sweet ache in my breasts that’s causing the deep contractions in my pussy. The ones that build and crest as he goes on playing me—like a puppet master literally pulling my strings.

He sucks one nipple into his hot mouth and bites gently, causing me to gasp. “Sir, that feels so good.”

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, feasting on my flesh and twirling the chain between his thumb and forefinger so that it pulls and releases over and over again.

“Can I please touch you, Sir?” I beg, desperate to feel any part of him beneath my fingertips but conscious of his instructions to keep my hands by my sides.

“Only touch me.”

I sigh with relief as I grip his thick hair, holding his head in place and pressing into the pleasure of his expert mouth. He rolls his hips, causing the perfect amount of friction against my clit, and as I arch toward him, giving in to the sensations that course through me, he gives the chain one final yank, pulling the clamps off completely. Blood rushes back to my nipples and intense euphoria crashes over me.

“Oh, fu—” My orgasm tears the words from my mouth, cutting off my oxygen as it rips through me. I try to catch my breath, but Lorenzo wraps a hand around my throat. “Hold it in and feel it all.”

I clamp my mouth shut and tremors rocket through my body. And when I feel like I’m about to pass out, Lorenzo releases his grip. I gulp air, filling my burning lungs with oxygen.

“W-wow,” I pant, several minutes later. “That was incredible.”

Raising his eyebrows, Lorenzo winds the chain around the clamps. “I’m definitely adding these to our playtime, sunshine.”

“That would be nice, Sir,” I purr, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

His eyes narrow. “You’re being a very well-behaved sub today.”

“I am,” I agree.

“Still not going to save you though.” With a wicked grin, he jumps off the bed and gets undressed.

I marvel at the sight of him. All hard ridges and beautiful artwork carved into his skin. “Save me from what?”

“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.”