Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  She gave her friends each a kiss on the cheek before leaving them to wander around the main floor. Rather than skirting around the edges, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  Tegan walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was strange, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walked the few extra feet to this section of the hallway. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls, giving him a bit of an edge.

  “Well, hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”

  “I’m not that predictable, am I?” Her pussy was soaked as memories of being on the receiving end of Thomas’s flogger flooded her mind. “Though I’m a bit surprised to see you on this side of the door. Wouldn’t you rather be downstairs?”

  “Paul called me up and offered me a job. How could I refuse?”

  Unlike Eli, Thomas was a Dom through and through. There was only one side of the equation he’d ever fall on, and she loved how well he calculated exactly what his subs needed. Knowing that he was running this show ramped up her excitement. They’d only played together a few times, but those nights were ones she’d never forget.

  “So I was told you were the one with all of the rules. Does that mean I have to behave myself?” Touching the side of her neck, she kicked her hip out to the side. Sure, it was meant to tease him when he couldn’t reap the benefits, but she loved to push.

  “I’d never make you behave, hon. That would take all the fun out of punishing you.” He winked at her. “But there are some ground rules for play. I know you’re a switch, so you might want to make some decisions about what you’re looking for before you go down. To keep things simple and clear, we’re asking all subs to wear collars. You don’t need a Dom to go down, but it helps set boundaries right away. Lots of people are looking for playmates and, knowing you, I don’t suspect you’ll be on your own for long no matter which way you want to go.”

  Tegan shivered. She knew exactly what she wanted. “Limits?”

  “There is enough equipment to keep everyone happy. Safewords are in effect and we ask that you and your partner follow the normal safe, sane and consensual rules. We do have dungeon monitors down there, so if things look like they are getting out of hand or if a safeword isn’t being respected, someone will step in.”

  She expected nothing less from Mavericks. “And then they have to answer to you?”

  Thomas leaned in so his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’m the dungeon master. Everyone answers to me. Especially naughty little subs.”

  Shit.

  She really needed to come soon or she was going to lose her mind.

  Tegan swallowed and fought the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. Damn, she’d forgotten how much he turned her on with his unrelenting will. Turning her face so her lips nearly brushed his cheek, she took a breath. “And does the dungeon master ever get to play?”

  “If the right submissive comes along.” He pulled away and resumed his post by the door. “And when I’m not working. Other things you should be aware of. There are some private rooms down here for those Doms who aren’t in the mood to share. They’re keyed like the rooms upstairs and only the dungeon monitors can grant you access. No alcohol is permitted downstairs and if anyone looks drunk we haul them out. Other than that, anything goes. We do ask if you plan to do anything extreme that you mention it to the monitors so they are aware. Did you have any questions, Miss Tegan?”

  What time do you get off and can I be the one to do it? “I think that’s everything I need to know.”

  Thomas grinned. “Excellent. So, what are you in the mood for?”

  Tegan wants to be a Domme.

  Tegan wants to be a submissive.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  On Bended Knee

  Go Back

  The leather felt wonderful around her neck. Thomas had provided her with an extra-wide collar, one that encased her neck as if someone had two hands wrapped around her throat. While she loved taking control from time to time, in her heart she’d always preferred it when a man dominated her in the bedroom. It was strange, but it made her feel more feminine, more cherished, as though she was the most important person in his world.

  There was no music down here. Even the bass from the music in the main area faded into little more than a light thud with each step she took below. The stairs were wide, each one lit on the side with blue LED pot lights. It felt as though she were descending into some magical otherworld, a place where anything could happen.

  If God’s willing, I hope so. This was an opportunity for her, a chance to see if there was someone here who not only shared her love of BDSM, but with whom she could connect on a personal level. While this was some of the most intimate sex you could have with a partner, sometimes going at it missionary style—your eyes locked on each other so neither of you could hide—was even more so. Tegan wanted to have both and was determined to find the right person.

  She wouldn’t settle for anything less.

  The basement was a miniature of the main room upstairs. A variety of black-and-white photos, naked bodies bound and trussed-up in poses that had her pussy dampening, adorned the space. Ropes, clamps, ball-gags adorning naked men and women, their faces wearing that faraway expression she knew all too well, had worn herself on more than one occasion. She wanted to get there tonight.

  The snap of a whip caught her attention. Turning toward the sound, she made her way along the edges of the small group gathered together carrying on a hushed conversation. Another crack, followed by a moan that seemed to fill the room, drawing the attention of others. Someone was having fun tonight.

  Unlike the showiness of the props upstairs, the equipment in the dungeon was far more functional, more real if that was even possible. She came to a stop just behind a Domme, the whip wielder, in time to see her pull her arm back and flick the lash forward. The man chained to the small St. Andrew’s Cross moaned as a red line took form across his shoulder blade. His back was covered in sweat and a series of long marks. They’d clearly been at this for a while and based on her stance they weren’t stopping anytime soon.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” The Domme’s voice was playful as she slid the whip through her grasp. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” His voice was barely a whisper. “More, Ma’am.”

  The Domme smiled before giving him what he wanted, snapping the lash against him once again. This time the welt blossomed on the top of his ass cheeks, and the man tried to buck away from the pain.

  Oh, that must be so good.

  “Did I give you permission to look at my toy?”

  Tegan turned to face the Domme. The woman was older than she’d first thought, the fine lines around her eyes and mouth barely concealed by her makeup. When the Domme cocked an eyebrow at Tegan, she realized she hadn’t responded. Shit.

  Dropping her gaze, Tegan cleared her throat. “No, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

  Rough fingers grabbed her by the chin, forcing Tegan’s gaze up. The rich brown gaze staring at her made her squirm. Being with a woman wasn’t her first choice, but she wasn’t about to say no if this Domme told her to do something.

  The Domme let out a soft snort and dropped her chin. “I’m not in the mood for a girl. You’re cute, t
hough.”

  Damn, that was actually a bit disappointing. “Of course.”

  “There are still others looking for a playmate. Master Grant, this one might be good for you. Too much spirit for my taste.”

  Tegan’s mind raced, trying to put a face to the name. Still, when she felt the firm hand on her shoulder and was turned around by Master Grant, she didn’t recognize him. New, maybe? If he was here, then he’d passed both Paul’s and Master Thomas’s approval, both of which meant he was a good guy.

  And hot damn, he was good-looking.

  She held his gaze only long enough to take in his features. He’d shaved his head, his black eyebrows highlighting his hazel eyes. He was well over six feet and his biceps were huge. There was no way she’d be able to overpower him, or feel in any way like she was in control.

  Perfect.

  Lowering her gaze, she stared at the large belt buckle that adorned the front of his black jeans. The man didn’t need leather to take on the role of Dom. It was a part of who he was and not some role he slipped into for the fun of things.

  “Well, aren’t you a pretty one.” He ran his thumb across her lips. On instinct, she sucked the tip, teasing him with her tongue. Best if he knew the type of girl she was from the very beginning, because she had every intention of pushing his buttons. “Yeah, I think we’ll get along nicely.”

  Master Grant didn’t wait to ask her permission. He hooked his finger into the metal hoop on the front of her collar and hauled her along behind him. If she thought her pussy was wet before, knowing things were about to get a whole lot more interesting had her gushing.

  Rather than taking her to the side, he pulled her into the center of the room. Similar to the Domme, he lifted her chin and looked her straight in the eye.

  “Rules.” His voice was gravelly and went straight to her core. “Now.”

  “No scat, golden showers, blood play. I’m up for anything else.”

  He nodded. “Safeword?”

  “Football.”

  He chuckled. “I like it. I expect to be addressed as Master Grant or Sir. If you want me to slow down, say ‘red’ and we’ll talk. If you safeword we are done, full stop.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Without another word, he spun her around and unzipped her corset. “This is cute, but it’s now gone until you leave my care.”

  The cool air made her nipples go hard as the fabric fell away from her body. A rush of sudden embarrassment hit her hard and she covered her breasts with her hands. Shit, it really had been a while since she’d done this.

  “Hands down.”

  She jumped at the steel in his voice and complied instantly.

  “That’s one transgression. Turn around.”

  She did so instantly, keeping her eyes lowered. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “You will be. Now, what am I in the mood for?”

  Master Grant tucked her corset under his arm, freeing both his hands. She hated this part, the not knowing what they were going to do. Pain she could handle, but uncertainty? No way. It was one of the things that stressed her out, something she tried to avoid at all costs. She’d had her life mapped out since she was twelve and knew she wanted to be a programmer. Everything in her life had been done to ensure she reached that goal. Things like discovering you’re into pain had thrown things for a loop.

  “I can see your mind spinning from here.” He reached out and tweaked her nipples—hard. “Stop it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She gasped and did her best to breathe into the pain. It took only a few seconds to adjust.

  “Not good enough.” He forced her around again and pulled down the zipper to her skirt. The leather fell to the floor, leaving her clad in her thong and high heels. “If you want to be with me, I expect your undivided attention. Otherwise I can find another playmate who wants this more than you.”

  “Oh no, Sir. Please, I do want this.” Tegan’s heart was racing and her hands began to shake. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while for me and I’ve been really stressed at work and—”

  He grabbed her by the chin. “Enough.”

  She clamped her lips together, but didn’t break his gaze. She could see the steel of his control reflected back at her. She needed that tonight, craved someone else to be in change for a while so she could let go. Everything in her life had been held so tightly, Tegan was scared she’d crack if she didn’t find someone to help her. Master Grant was that person, she just knew it.

  “I’ll give you one more chance. That’s it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Time to get serious. “I’ll do anything you need, Sir.”

  His low chuckle had her shivering. “That’s a good girl.”

  He led her over to one of the dungeon monitors, and exchanged her clothing for a lead. Now secured to him for the foreseeable future, Tegan let her mind drift. He would make sure she got everything she needed tonight. Maybe not everything she wanted, but that was part of the fun.

  With a sharp jerk of the lead, she stumbled behind him, trying to keep her gaze on the floor and not look around at the room. Damn, she really should have taken more time browsing, seeing what was available for them to do down here. There were so many options Paul could have set up down here, things she might enjoy and others that would push her boundaries. But that wasn’t her concern any longer. She’d given her control over to Master Grant and she had to trust that he’d treat her right.

  “Here we go.” He stopped in front of something, but Tegan couldn’t see what it was. God, he really was large.

  Lifting her chin again, she wasn’t sure if she should be turned on or terrified by the gleeful look in his eyes. “It’s time for some fun.”

  When he stepped out of her line of sight, Tegan moaned at what she saw.

  Tegan sees a bondage bed.

  Tegan sees an erotic electrostimulation machine.

  Tegan sees a St. Andrew’s Cross.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  On Bended Knee

  Go Back

  The leather felt wonderful around her neck. Thomas had provided her with an extra-wide collar, one that encased her neck as if someone had two hands wrapped around her throat. While she loved taking control from time to time, in her heart she’d always preferred it when a man dominated her in the bedroom. It was strange, but it made her feel more feminine, more cherished, as though she was the most important person in his world.

  There was no music down here. Even the bass from the music in the main area faded into little more than a light thud with each step she took below. The stairs were wide, each one lit on the side with blue LED pot lights. It felt as though she were descending into some magical otherworld, a place where anything could happen.

  If God’s willing, I hope so. This was an opportunity for her, a chance to see if there was someone here who not only shared her love of BDSM, but with whom she could connect on a personal level. While this was some of the most intimate sex you could have with a partner, sometimes going at it missionary style—your eyes locked on each other so neither of you could hide—was even more so. Tegan wanted to have both and was determined to find the right person.

  She wouldn’t settle for anything less.

  The basement was a miniature of the main room upstairs. A variety of black-and-white photos, naked bodies bound and trussed-up in poses that had her pussy dampening, adorned the space. Ropes, clamps, ball-gags adorning naked men and women, their faces wearing that faraway expression she knew all too well, had worn herself on more than one occasion. She wanted to get there tonight.

  The snap of a whip caught her attention. Turning toward the sound, she made her way along the edges of the small group gathered together carrying on a hushed conversation. Another crack, followed by a moan that seemed to fill the room, drawing the attenti
on of others. Someone was having fun tonight.

  Unlike the showiness of the props upstairs, the equipment in the dungeon was far more functional, more real if that was even possible. She came to a stop just behind a Domme, the whip wielder, in time to see her pull her arm back and flick the lash forward. The man chained to the small St. Andrew’s Cross moaned as a red line took form across his shoulder blade. His back was covered in sweat and a series of long marks. They’d clearly been at this for a while and based on her stance they weren’t stopping anytime soon.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” The Domme’s voice was playful as she slid the whip through her grasp. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” His voice was barely a whisper. “More, Ma’am.”

  The Domme smiled before giving him what he wanted, snapping the lash against him once again. This time the welt blossomed on the top of his ass cheeks, and the man tried to buck away from the pain.

  Oh, that must be so good.

  “Did I give you permission to look at my toy?”

  Tegan turned to face the Domme. The woman was older than she’d first thought, the fine lines around her eyes and mouth barely concealed by her makeup. When the Domme cocked an eyebrow at Tegan, she realized she hadn’t responded. Shit.

  Dropping her gaze, Tegan cleared her throat. “No, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

  Rough fingers grabbed her by the chin, forcing Tegan’s gaze up. The rich brown gaze staring at her made her squirm. Being with a woman wasn’t her first choice, but she wasn’t about to say no if this Domme told her to do something.

  The Domme let out a soft snort and dropped her chin. “I’m not in the mood for a girl. You’re cute, though.”

  Damn, that was actually a bit disappointing. “Of course.”

  “There are still others looking for a playmate. Master Grant, this one might be good for you. Too much spirit for my taste.”

  Tegan’s mind raced, trying to put a face to the name. Still, when she felt the firm hand on her shoulder and was turned around by Master Grant, she didn’t recognize him. New, maybe? If he was here, then he’d passed both Paul’s and Master Thomas’s approval, both of which meant he was a good guy.