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clenched as she thought of him with other women. She couldn’t be jealous, she reassured herself. She had no reason to be envious of his experiences with other women, but still, the thought of Adrian and other women made her uncomfortable.
    “Lie down here.” He gestured at the table he’d set up at his waist level. She climbed up and stretched out as he positioned her, flat on her back with her knees bent. She expected him to hand her some weights and wasn’t sure she could even lift one, not the boneless way she felt, but instead, he took one hand and secured it to the side, then did the same with the other hand.
    When she made no protest, he raised an eyebrow. “Very good. You’re learning.”
    His words warmed her. In a daze of self-congratulations, she didn’t protest when he placed her feet in stirrups and secured them in place. Ordinarily she hated being in this position at her doctor’s and never hesitated to say so, but now she lay quiescent, only mildly curious about his intentions. She watched him as he scooted the chair closer and sat between her spread feet. Her pussy was fully exposed to him.
    “A woman’s body is a mystery to a man,” he murmured. “A man is never sure what a woman is feeling unless she’s in the throes of climax, and even that isn’t a sure thing. Too many women fake it. Do you, Norris?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Why?”
    She looked down her body at him. He looked interested, as if he really wanted to know. She liked him like this, when he watched her with curiosity and his eyes intent and warm on hers. He half-smiled, encouraging her to be open and honest. Open she already was, but she had to dig into herself for the honesty. It was hard to shrug when she was tied down, but she managed to move her shoulders. “Sometimes because I just want it to be over.”
    He nodded. “You’re not enjoying it. Is that because of you or your partner?”
    “I don’t know. Could be either one. Something isn’t right.”
    “What if you were in control of the situation, and could make sure that you get every bit of pleasure out of sex?”
    She had to laugh at that. “Dream on.”
    He reached out and flicked her clitoris. She yelped.
    “Today we are going to practice simple lessons in self-control, Norris. I am going to show you what a lover should do. You are going to accept everything, tell me what you 48
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    like, what turns you on. You are going to learn about your body, experience pleasure, but…” He drew out that word, making her squirm in anticipation.
    “But what?” she dared ask.
    “I will not allow you to climax.”
    “Why not? It just happens!”
    “No. You may not have an orgasm until I permit it. That will be your reward for controlling your responses.”
    “What if I can’t stop it?”
    “Then you will learn the penalty for your lack of control.” He pinned her with his eyes as he said this, making sure she understood the penalty would not be pleasant.
    “But…this isn’t how I usually make love.”
    “We are not making love, Norris.”
    She stared. “But you said… I mean, I thought you and I were going to—”
    “Have sex?” he supplied. “No. We are not going to do that.”
    “But you promised.” She heard the disappointment in her words and clamped her lips shut.
    “I promised to teach you how to make love. How to get the most out of it. How to satisfy yourself and your partner.”
    She hesitated, trying to recall his exact words. He’d said something about techniques. Greater pleasure. How could he do that without actually having sex with her? Her brow creased.
    He saw her confusion. “Good sex begins in the mind,” he instructed her. “Thinking about it. Being aware of your lover. Anticipating what will happen.” He looked at her, making sure she understood.
    “I know that.” She was anticipating right now. Her skin felt hot, her insides opening. Moisture gathered between her legs and her breasts felt fuller. She couldn’t