But why wait?

Suddenly seized with the desire to send him over the edge, I throw my jacket over my lap and lean against the wall. The class is facing Jake, their backs to me, so I am free to slide my hand under the jacket and engage in some naughty rule-breaking behavior to relieve the ache in my clit. Pressing my palm over the butterfly produces miraculous results. The vibrations intensify, carrying me closer and closer to the edge.

My skin prickles and I look up. Jake is staring at me. He does not look pleased. But ha ha. He had to leave the remote on the side ledge and he has twenty students waiting for his instructions.

Gaze locked on mine, his jaw tightens and he pulls a student from the front row and tosses him on the mat. I press harder on the butterfly and lick my lips as my body heats. Slam. Another student joins the first. Slam. And then another. A few students glance my way, but I am not concerned. All they see is a woman with her jacket casually thrown over her lap and overly flushed cheeks.

Jake, however, sees something else. Something that seems to make him quite agitated. He leaps on a student and shouts as he brings the poor fellow down to the mat and locks him in some kind of pretzel twist head and arm lock. Mmmmm. I’d like him to twist me that way.

I cross my legs, ensuring my naughty hand is still hidden. This is much better. Easier access, and my entire hand can get in on the action as I curve it over my sex. I rock my palm over the butterfly on my clit. God. So good. My back arches and I bite my lip to stifle a groan.

Jake stills and his eyes widen. He clenches his jaw and barks a few commands. The students pair off and tussle on the mats. Uh-oh. Now they don’t require his attention. But apparently, I do. Jake stalks through the grunting, rolling students toward me, murder in his eyes. Well…maybe not murder. More like lust.

Closer and closer he comes. Higher and higher I climb. My body heats. Muscles tighten. Clit throbs. Panties dampen. Danger and desire are an explosive combination and just as he reaches my corner, I hit the peak. The forbidden orgasm seizes me, forcing a sharp breath from my lungs, throwing my head against the wall, squeezing my eyes closed and rocking my world.

When I open my eyes, Jake’s jaw is locked tight, his eyes hard, pulse throbbing in his temple. A man on the edge. A man about to lose control. He turns and barks an order and a portly, bald black belt runs to the front of the class. Without another word, Jake grabs my hand, pulls me up, snatches the remote from the ledge, and drags me out of the studio.

“Am I in trouble?” I try to keep up with his long, furious strides, my body still tingling from my climax.

Buzz. Buzz. The butterfly suddenly comes to life, vibrating on my now overly sensitive clit. Jake grabs my arm, half leading and half dragging me down the hallway until we reach a storage closet. After a quick look around to ensure we are alone, he opens the door and pulls me inside.

The dark, dusty space, filled with brooms and mops, reminds me of the anniversary of our first date, but this is clearly not the time to reminisce. Jake’s body is taut, trembling, his forehead glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, hands curled into fists. My skin prickles and my heart gives a warning thump.

“Jake? Are you okay? It’s just a game…right?”

“Driving me out of my f**king mind is not a game, baby.” He swallows hard and takes a step toward me. “Watching you make yourself come with all those other guys around you, knowing I couldn’t touch you or stop you, knowing they might see something only I should see…it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

My tension eases until he slams his hands on either side of my head, sending a frisson of fear down my spine.

“But I can’t handle not being in control.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He cups my face with his hands and leans down. “I’m barely in control now.”

With deep, sensuous strokes, he kisses me with a hunger matched only by my need. His hands roam my body, cupping my ass, brushing over the curve of my breast, sifting through my hair and, although only moments ago I was desperate to take the butterfly off, I can’t stop myself from pressing up against him and grinding my butterfly clad clit against his thigh.

Oh God. I’m building, building, so close. “Turn it up.” I rasp out the command, staring pointedly at his pocket. “Make me come.”

Jake growls deep in his throat. “Oh no. You’re going to pay for breaking the rules. I’m gonna edge you. I’m gonna take everything from you until you lose control and beg me to let you come, just like you told me you would never do.”

In response to my puzzled frown, a slow, devilish smile spreads across his face. “Poor baby. You never edged before?”

My lips part, but no sound comes out. All my energy is focused on taking deep, calming breaths. I manage a head shake but nothing more.

He presses his lips to my ear. “Edging is where I bring you up and take you down but never let you come. I’m gonna let you climb so high you can see over the other side, and then I’ll take it away. And when I finally give it to you, baby, you’ll want it so bad, you’ll take everything I give you and you’ll beg for more, and you’ll never disobey me again.”

The butterfly comes to life and a groan rips from my throat. Jake gives me a soft kiss and then he steps back and folds his arms over his chest.

“Strip.”

This time I understand his need to be in control. This time I don’t argue. His dark, sensual promises inflame me; his commands arouse me; and his hard, muscular body, clad in that mouthwatering gi, make it easy to strip off my clothes and toss them in a pile on the dusty floor.