Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  He reached around the side and grabbed the leather cuff that had been dangling from the cross. The leather bound her much as the collar around her neck did. She was safe, secured and desperate to feel his touch on her. Especially since his touch would come with the bite of pain.

  With experienced hands, he quickly finished securing her in place. Her legs were spread wide and her hands couldn’t move more than an inch. There would be no way for her to escape from whatever he planned to do to her. Still, when his caress made its way down her back, Tegan wasn’t prepared for the gentleness of his touch. It was different from what other Doms would do with her, pushing her immediately toward the pain.

  “I have a confession to make.” His words were spoken softly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  She craned her head around, trying to catch a glimpse of him. “Sir?”

  “You don’t remember me.” Dear God, he almost sounded disappointed.

  Her mind whizzed through the list of Doms she’d played with over the years. While she wouldn’t consider herself promiscuous, when a person came to a place like Mavericks, the identities of everyone involved wasn’t always established. Not knowing was sometimes the point of the encounter.

  But she couldn’t believe she’d forget someone like Master Grant. No, he was exactly the type of man she’d want to remember.

  “I plan to refresh your memory about that night. Our one and only together. But not now.” Another slap to her ass. “For now I want you to let everything go.”

  He walked past her and the cross to a small side table that was against the wall. Mavericks had always provided a generous supply of toys, lube and condoms for its members to use. Some of the equipment had been quite eye-opening to her the first few times she’d come to the club. Now, she couldn’t wait to see exactly what he’d use on her first.

  The flogger wasn’t too intimidating upon first inspection. The multi-tailed ends were thin, joined together at the base and bound with the same type of leather. Master Grant held it up, testing the feel of it against his palm before snapping it against his own thigh. He tucked the flogger beneath his arm and grabbed a flat spanking paddle. Nodding to himself, he returned to the cross without a second glance at her face.

  It had been a long time since she’d felt this ignored by a Dom. Hell, it had been a long time since she’d been with anyone like this, let alone a Dom who had a point to make. She couldn’t stop herself from tensing when he touched her back once more, knowing it was most likely the last gentle contact that would pass between them for a while.

  “A year and a half ago.” His voice was clear, cutting through the noise in the dungeon. “That was when we were last together. I want you to think about that.”

  The first smack of the paddle pulled a startled yelp from her. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I also want you to count how many spanks.” Another slap. “How many?”

  “Two, Sir. That’s two.”

  There was something about his voice, especially now that she couldn’t see him. A familiar cadence that tickled the back of her brain, like a long-forgotten poem or a half-remembered song.

  Another smack, this time on the opposite cheek. “Three!”

  “Two years ago, I’d just moved to Toronto and didn’t know the best place to find the things I craved from my partners. I’d gone to a bunch of parties, but they didn’t give me what I wanted. But it was there that I found out about the club. I started coming a few months before the fire. Josh was great, encouraged me to play around, see if there was someone specific I might be interested in.” Three more smacks, this time all in the same spot.

  She sucked in a breath. “Six.”

  “There were so many people around, so many temptations. But that first night there I saw you.”

  Four more sharp blows, two to each ass cheek, had her crying out. “Ten!”

  He’d moved behind her, kneading her flesh with his hands. “I watched you for a while. Even Josh noticed, told me about you and your play style. I wasn’t sure how much of a sub you were. Not at first. Not until the night of the pajama party.”

  It all came back to Tegan in a rush. She’d been high on the sights and smells of sex that night. The club had converted the entire main floor into one giant bedroom, complete with mounds of pillows and fluffy blankets to cover up with. She’d been with Eli originally, rolling around and playing. He’d left her to pursue a pair of women who’d been teasing him all evening, leaving Tegan alone. It had hurt, being abandoned that way, and she’d found herself looking for comfort.

  That was when the man came up behind her, nipped at her neck and rolled his prominent erection against her ass. He’d whispered in her ear as his hands roamed over every inch of her body. Whenever she’d tried to turn her head and catch a glimpse of who was playing her so masterfully, he’d forced her to look forward once again. They’d fucked doggy style, and she’d only caught a glimpse, the briefest impression of the Dom who’d controlled her that night. She’d come twice in under an hour, something she’d never been able to do before. She’d fallen asleep at one point and when she’d awoken, he’d been gone.

  The voice that had teased her that night, hot and deep against her ear, had been Master Grant.

  “I remember,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

  “Good girl.” And he stepped away.

  Tegan closed her eyes and tried to wrap her head around this change of events. She’d never known his name before tonight, let alone thought she was going to see him again. Now she was secured to a cross, her ass pink from the spanks she’d received and the promise of more to come.

  The touch of the thin leather straps of the flogger tickled her shoulder. He traced a line across the back of her neck, turning to follow the line of her spine. He dipped the tip of the flogger into the crease of her ass, but didn’t go lower.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  Her face heated. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I can’t tell you how much I’m going to enjoy marking your skin. Turn that white into pink while you cry out.”

  Tegan let her head fall forward, arching her back toward him as much as possible. She wanted this, more than she’d wanted anything for a long time. Knowing it was Master Grant, that their one-night fling was turning into something more, something deeper, set her body on fire.

  The first touch of the flogger against her shoulder felt as if rain trickled across her skin. The feather-soft touch of the leather drew goose bumps from her, making her body hyperaware of everything around her. Switching from one side to the other, the contact of the leather tendrils soothed her in a way no massage ever could. Tegan’s body relaxed into the steady slap, slap, slap against her back, knowing things would change soon enough.

  “Look at you. You’re practically purring.” He increased the force behind the blows. “I could keep you here all night and you wouldn’t complain.” Stronger still. “You wouldn’t even be aware of the discomfort, would you? Lost in that special place in your head where time evaporates and you’re flying on a high of sensation.”

  She couldn’t speak. The ability to form words had slipped from her, vacating her brain to make room for the overload of sensations racing through her. Master Grant was no longer holding back. The gentle caresses of the flogger morphed into a burn that spread through her body. She had to remember to breathe—in and out, in and out—to keep her legs locked and her body still. Her pussy was soaked as her arousal spiked, and Tegan was scared she’d come from this alone.

  She wanted more, needed to feel his touch on her, to pull her back down to Earth from this cloud of lust she floated on.

  He groaned as he continued to work her over. She wished she could turn around and see his face, wanting to catch a glimpse of his expression and know that he was just as affected. He’d come here tonight just as he had the night o
f the pajama party, looking for her. But unlike that first time, Tegan knew who he was, knew there was a chance for them to reach for something more. She only needed to be brave enough to take it.

  It took her a minute to realize that the blows had stopped. With effort, she lifted her head and blinked several times to clear her vision. He’d moved around to the front of the cross and stood, arms crossed, staring at her. There was no softness in his expression, but she could see the eagerness in his eyes to continue on.

  “You’re back with me.” He stepped closer, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You stopped answering my questions and I got worried. I know it’s been a while for you.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” Shit, was that her voice? How was it possible to sound that exhausted and aroused at once?

  “The last time we played you zoned out like that too.” He ran his hand down the side of her cheek. “Right before you came that second time. I was impressed how easily you did that. I was hoping to see if I could make you come a third time.”

  She’d been impressed with his cock and how he’d used it, but it didn’t seem right to say so.

  At some point while he’d been working her over, Master Grant had removed his shirt. His skin glowed from the thin sheen of sweat that covered him. His eyes had darkened to the point of losing their color. Every muscle in his body appeared clenched, his body poised to jump into action.

  “I’m going to take you down now. Then I’m going to fuck you.” A statement, not a question.

  “Yes.” She nodded once, but that effort was almost too much for her. “Okay.”

  He worked quickly to free her wrists and ankles from the leather cuffs. Before her muscles had a chance to give out on her, he scooped her up and carried her over to one of the couches. Rather than lay her down, he draped her over the back of it, so her head hovered a few inches above the cushions.

  “You’ve been such a good girl. You have my permission to come when you want. Tell me first though.”

  “Yes, Sir.” As long as she was still able to speak. It would be easier if he would simply continue to read her mind.

  Tegan had enough strength to brace her hands on the couch and widen her stance. If it wasn’t for the knowledge of an impending orgasm, she doubted she’d have been able to manage that much. Her body had turned to gelatin and Master Grant was molding her into something new.

  He nudged her legs farther apart further with his feet before undoing his belt. The sound of the metal clinking against itself had Tegan shivering. This was going to happen.

  “You liked it the last time I fucked you this way. You enjoy being controlled in bed, being made to do what I want.”

  Tegan’s head swam from the blood rushing to it. It was hard to swallow, to breathe, move. She could only hold herself up and listen to his lust-tinted words.

  “I waited for you to call me after that night.” The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open reached her over the noise of the dungeon. “I gave you a week before I came back here looking for you. If it hadn’t been for the fire, I would have waited every night until I saw you again.”

  Phone number? But as the memory started to surface, it was shoved underwater once more when he thrust into her with one brutal push. What little air she had left in her lungs vacated as he filled her to the hilt.

  “You’re so soft, pliant.” He squeezed her hips as he set a steady pace. “I could fuck you for hours and not get tired of this.”

  God, please don’t let him take hours. Tegan didn’t think she’d be able to last that long physically, let alone have the mental stamina to keep up with him. Still, she didn’t move, or try to fight for her orgasm so she could finally be free from his erotic torture. Instead, she soaked up every sensation, and let it melt into her bones.

  “I want to hear you.” He slammed into her harder. “Show me how much you like this.”

  Tegan moaned loud and low as he set a steady pace. Each thrust had her hips moving against the couch, sending jolts through her pussy. The vibrations teased her clit as he fucked her without mercy. There was nothing gentle in his touch, nothing short of complete possession of her body.

  She loved it.

  “Please, Sir.” Tegan groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “I need to come.”

  “No.”

  “Please.” Christ, she was going to explode. “I can’t...I need...”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please, Sir, I need to come. I’ll do anything. Say anything. Please.”

  He reached between her legs and pressed his fingers to her clit. Leaning in, he bit her earlobe. “Come.”

  Tegan lost all control. Her orgasm enflamed every part of her body, shorting out her ability to think, move, breathe. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out, as every muscle had seized up, overrun by the continuous waves of pleasure. He didn’t let her go, ease up or lessen the intensity of his contact. If anything, he squeezed her harder as he continued to slam into her.

  “Fuck yeah.” That was the only warning she had.

  He pulled out of her like a shot, and yanked her up from the back of the couch. She fell to her knees without thinking as he ripped off the condom and began to stroke his cock. The first spurts of come splashed across her cheeks and lips, before she was able to open her mouth to catch the rest. His groans blended in with the rest of the background noise and Tegan couldn’t stop from shuddering.

  It was perfect.

  Master Grant ran his thumb across her lips, spreading his come into her skin. “You’re beautiful like this. On your knees, wet and willing.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her voice was raw, the words harder to speak than they should have been.

  Reaching down, he picked her up and carried her over to the other side of the couch. He sat, keeping her in his lap so she could cuddle in and continue to float on the haze of pleasure and pain.

  Tegan let herself stay that way for a long time. He continued to stroke her hair, her arms and back until she got her body back under control. Being in this quiet cocoon in the middle of a dungeon was amazing. Never before had she felt like this after a session, certainly not in such a public venue.

  “So...” She licked her lips, trying to force some moisture back to where it needed to me. “You were looking for me?”

  He chuckled, gently shaking her body. “Yeah. Josh used to tease me about my infatuation. I was new to town and didn’t have a handle on the club, let alone knowing what someone like you would expect from me.” He cupped her cheek. “Now I do.”

  Whoa.

  Tegan had long given up on the idea of having a shot at a serious relationship. Most guys she dated weren’t into the whole Dom thing, and they certainly weren’t about to let her have her way with them. With the exception of Eli, most Doms weren’t cool with the idea of her either taking control for a night, or inviting someone else in so she could. Josh had once told her that the right person would be willing to do whatever she needed. Love was stronger than anything else and someday she’d find it. She’d never really believed him until tonight.

  “So are you tired? Were you done for the night? Or were you looking for some more fun?”

  Tegan pressed her head to Grant’s shoulder. He’d certainly put her through her paces tonight, and her body was still tingling from the experience. She’d been out of the game for a long time, and she hated to call this a night. Not when she had such an attentive partner willing to push her buttons.

  “I’m not sure.” Tegan turned her face and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of sex and sweat.

  “I’d certainly be happy to keep playing.” Grant pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Or if you’re interested, we could head down the street to Pulled Long for a coffee. Take some time to get to know each other.”

  Tegan shivered and Grant wrapped his arms around her a bit tight
er.

  Tegan wants to try the erotic electrostimulation machine.

  Tegan wants to try the bondage bed.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Crosses to Bear

  Go Back

  Tegan stood in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross, extremely aware of Master Grant standing behind her. This wasn’t a cross like the large one Mavericks used to have on the main floor. It was smaller, more functional in a way due to its size. No statements were going to be made by anyone allowing themselves to be strapped to this.

  No, this was a tool to be used by a Master. Exactly the sort of cross she’d always dreamed of being on.

  “From the way your nipples hardened, I see you’re a fan.” He grabbed the back of her neck, thumbing the short strands of her pixie cut. “I want to know exactly how much this excites you. Are you wet already? Should I check?”

  Master Grant pulled down the zipper of her leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. Now clad in only her lace thong, she couldn’t stop an aroused tingle from racing through her body.

  “Sir, it’s been a while since I’ve been on anything like this.”

  “I know.”

  She spun around, and frowned at his cryptic response. “You know?”

  He reached around and smacked her ass. Hard. “I told you to address me as Sir.”

  Shit. She let her gaze fall to the floor. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Enough talking until you do what I told you to. Get into position, face toward the back.”

  Tegan took a deep breath before stepping up to the cross. She didn’t have to do this, of course; she could use her safeword and walk away. But she’d been craving someone to take over for her, to be the one in charge for a night, to make her body sing. And while she didn’t know Master Grant, there was something about him that spoke to her deep down. He could give her what she wanted with the promise of something more.