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But he growled in my year again,“COME for me.”

Another spasm of pleasure radiated out from between my thighs.

“Oh God!” I cried aloud, barely aware of the disapproving looks from some grey-haired operagoers 20 feet away.

I could notbelievewhat was going on.

This motherfucker’s making me come just by TALKING to me!

He put his lips to my ear again –

“Okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,” I begged. “PLEASE stop.”

He stood there grinning triumphantly.

“How thefuckdid youdothat?!” I whispered in disbelief.

“Pavlovian response. You know the story of Pavlov’s dogs?”

I did.

A Russian doctor in the 1800s rang a bell whenever he fed his dogs.

Eventually, he could make the dogs salivate just by ringing the bell because they associated the sound with food.

I frowned. “Yes, but how did you – ”

And then I realizedexactlyhow he’d done it.

Every time we’d fucked, he’d made me hold back my orgasm until he spoke the command with the Voice:

Come for me.

We hadn’t done it the times we’d made love…

But everyothertime – every time he’d teased me and tortured me and fucked my brains out – he’d growled in the Voice,Come for me…

And I had.

Every single time.

My body had learned to associate having an orgasm with him ordering me to come…

Especially inthattone of voice.

It terrified me that he hadthatlevel of control over me – that he could make me do something involuntarily I couldn’t even do to myself –

And yet, it also turned me on in a way I couldn’t even begin to explain.

It was surrender…

Total and complete…

To the sound of his voice.

He leaned over again –

“No, please, no, not here,” I whimpered.

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