Mikaela focused on anything she could think of in an effort to hold back the burning orgasm that was trying to crest through her body. Brendon had been working her higher and higher – and his only instruction had been that she couldn’t come until he gave her permission. They had done this before, and he never failed to make it worth her while. There were a few times that she forfeited the game and admitted she was too close. Sometimes he would give her permission to come when she begged – other times he met her eyes and dared her to fall over the edge before he gave her permission. She had come desperately close, but she had never violated the rules. She knew Brendon loved her – with abandon. He would never do anything that made her uncomfortable. Part of the reason they loved this game so much was because it engaged their competitive side. Though Mikaela would never admit it aloud, it also catered to both her exhibitionist and small submissive streak that had only emerged during her relationship with Brendon. Everything in her life was organized and scheduled. Giving herself over to Brendon, being completely at his mercy, was alluring on a psychological level she didn’t care to analyze. She only knew that she trusted him, and in turn, he made love to her unlike any of her other boyfriends.

Unfortunately, in her distraction, she failed to focus on the muscle control required to suppress the overwhelming urge to surrender to fire in her belly begging to be released. As she began to seize violently around Brendon’s hand and mouth she couldn’t stop. There was a part of her brain that dimly remembered she was not supposed to be doing this – but the actual physiological reaction was overpowering. Once stars stopped flashing before her eyes, she met Brendon’s gaze in both euphoric bliss, and uncertainty at his response.