Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

“No.” He pinched her nipple again. “Not yet.”

  “But I remember. I remember you.”

  “Not yet.”

  Abandoning her side to return between her legs, he took hold of the phallus once more. He said nothing as he started fucking her with the dildo. There was no mercy in his motions, filling her up over and over until Tegan’s world threatened to explode. Sounds spilled from her mouth, uncontrollable noises that were a mix of groans and cries of pleasure.

  “You thought too much then, as well. Trapped in your head. I knew it would be beautiful to take you apart. Even more so when I put you back together.”

  Tears began to roll down her cheeks as the intensity of the pleasure grew. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back from her orgasm any longer. He’d be disappointed, leave her before she got what she needed from him.

  “Stop!” She shook her head and tried to squirm away from the cock. “Please, I don’t want to.”

  “Don’t want to what? What don’t you want to do?”

  “Come. I don’t want to be bad.”

  It took her a moment to realize he’d pulled the dildo from her body and dropped it to the floor. He slipped his forearm under her neck and cradled her face to his chest. Her tears soaked into the cotton of his shirt, warmed by his body heat.

  “You’re being a good girl. You told me when you knew you wouldn’t last. That’s good.”

  “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She chanted over and over. There were no other words left in her brain. Even the dungeon around them had faded out of existence. It was only Tegan and her Master, together in the dark.

  “I think you’ve earned a treat.”

  Tegan couldn’t move as he loosened the ropes from the bed. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he wrapped his arms around her. She knew he was strong, but was shocked as he picked her up, bound as she was, and carefully placed her back on the bed, this time on her front.

  Given the position of how she was bound, her ass was high in the air, and her pussy was completely exposed to him. He ran his hands down the swell of her ass, squeezing the skin and pulling the cheeks apart.

  “But you were a bad girl too. You didn’t remember who I was, what we did together. You told me back then that we should get together for another scene. Maybe even go for dinner and get to know each other.”

  He’d given her his phone number, she remembered now. Back then she knew he was a Dom through and through. She’d thought long and hard before throwing out his number. Because while it had been her suggestion to get together again, Tegan knew she wasn’t ready for something as intense as what Grant would give her.

  Not then. But maybe now.

  Tegan turned her face so her cheek was flush against the padding. The leather was soft and comforting, having been heated from her skin.

  “I’m going to spank you now. Twenty strikes. You think about what it is you want, not just tonight, but going forward.”

  That was all the warning she received. The first three slaps came hard and fast, all in the same spot. Her skin burned and the pain was far from the pleasant tingle she’d wanted. He switched sides, but didn’t lessen the intensity. Her entire ass was enflamed, the heat from the contact already soaking into her body.

  “Why didn’t you call me, Tegan? I knew you liked what I’d given you. And that was only a taste.”

  Two sharp spanks to the backs of each thigh. He then ran his hands along the inside of her spread thighs. Tegan’s mind was struggling to form thoughts, but the words still slipped from her.

  “I was scared.”

  He ran the back of his hand across her wet pussy. “Scared of what?”

  “You?”

  Most men might take offense to such a statement. Master Grant simply chuckled. “Scared of me, or scared of how your body reacted to me? Scared of what we might be able to do together?”

  Arrogant Dom. “Please.”

  He landed five more spanks, each one in a different location. By now her entire lower half was on fire, the skin growing sensitive to the air in the room. She groaned and wiggled her hips. The intensity was almost too much for her. She needed to come, to move, anything that would break her out of this spell she’d slipped under.

  “Five more to go.” He shifted around, reaching beneath her to pinch her nipples. She felt the twinge of pleasure straight down to her pussy, but it still wasn’t enough to push her over the edge.

  “Tell me why you didn’t call.”

  Shit, there was no getting out of this. Tegan licked her lips, trying to rub some moisture onto them before forcing out an answer. “I was scared that I wouldn’t be enough for you. Scared because I’m a switch and you’re not and that sometimes I need to be the boss but that you’d never want that.”

  He made a humming noise in the back of his throat. “So you thought I wouldn’t let you play with someone else if that’s what you needed. Interesting.”

  The last five spanks came without any preamble. She was so far gone by this point the pain didn’t register any longer, having melted into that hybrid mix of pleasure and numbness. She couldn’t fight the sensations anymore, so she simply let them wash over her.

  It was heaven.

  “I’m going to fuck you.” He squeezed her ass cheeks, sending another wave of pain through her. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  She nodded, unable to speak any longer. He didn’t press the matter. Tegan couldn’t see what he was doing, but she recognized the sounds. The swoosh of denim falling down, the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor, the unmistakable noise of a condom wrapper being torn open.

  Yes, this was it. She’d waited so long to be fucked again by a Dom, a man so in control of himself, so confident that she could simply let go. It would be rough and all-consuming.

  Tegan closed her eyes and waited.

  Like his spankings, there was no subtlety in his approach. Master Grant got up onto the bondage bed behind her, grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with a single thrust. That unrelenting push was almost enough to shove her over the edge. She gritted her teeth and did her best to keep her body relaxed. Thank God there was no contact on her clit. She wouldn’t have been able to stop herself otherwise.

  “You’re an amazing woman, baby, but you know nothing about me.” He set a punishing pace, slamming into her with hard, even strokes. “I might be a Dom, but I’m still a man. I’m looking for someone special. I wanted that to be you. Still do.”

  She tried to look back at him, but bound as she was, she couldn’t manage it. Master Grant slapped her hip and she instantly dropped her cheek back to the bed.

  “You look when I say you can look.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’d been watching you for ages. I’d even talked to Josh about you. Learning what you liked so I could make things interesting. If it hadn’t been for that damned fire, I would have chased you down the next time you showed up at the club.”

  Oh.

  Tegan had no idea that he’d been interested in her. Other than the night of the pajama party, she’d only been aware of him as one of the club’s Doms. So out of her league, it wasn’t even worth her consideration.

  And he’d been watching her.

  “That night we were together stayed with me.” He slowed his thrusts, keeping Tegan on edge. “After the fire I even went to some of the other clubs to see if you would show. I would have taken you from them, out to dinner or for a coffee. Something so we could get to know each other better.”

  “Please.” A sob escaped her. “I need...I can’t...”

  “You never came to any of the other places. But I knew you’d show tonight. That you’d be drawn back to this place. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  There was suddenly a new sound—the snap of a cap being opened. The lube
was cool as it trickled across her asshole. The rubbing of his thumb insistent, until he forced it past the ring of muscles. The sudden fullness of her body coupled with the sensitivity of her skin pushed Tegan to the brink. She opened her mouth to beg, plead for release, but she’d lost the ability to speak. Nothing else existed except him and her, pain and pleasure. Her muscles quivered and an inner fire threatened to consume her.

  Master Grant leaned forward, his thumb going deeper into her ass while his cock became buried to the hilt. “Come. Now.”

  There was no gentle cresting of pleasure for her, no pulsing waves that rippled out through her body. This was an orgasm that shattered her universe, tore her apart with fire, ripping through every cell instantly. Tegan’s mind blanked and all she was aware of was the pounding of Master Grant and the pleasure that consumed her.

  He squeezed her hips as he came. Unlike her cries of pleasure, he didn’t make a noise. Even in his release he was strong, contained—the perfect Dom. With one final powerful thrust, he came to a rest. She shivered, her body completely beyond her control. Master Grant silently slipped from her body and disposed of the condom. She was only aware of his return when she felt his fingers rubbing soothing lotion into her skin.

  “No welts and no broken skin. You’ll be fine if you want to keep playing tonight.”

  Tegan couldn’t muster the strength to respond. Instead, she let him release her hands from her ankles, and slip the bondage mitts from her hands. He then straightened out her limbs, taking time to rub the life back into each of them. When he got to her face, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

  “Are you okay?”

  She opened her eyes and looked into his. He’d come out of his Dom role and she got the impression this was the man, Grant, who asked the question. Tegan managed a smile and a short nod.

  “I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to one of the beds.”

  He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, curling her into his body so she could enjoy his warmth. He hadn’t bothered to put his pants back on, so as he sat down on the recovery bed, she came into contact with flesh, liked the way he felt. The coarseness of his hair and the press of his half-erect cock against her sensitive ass were comfortable against her heated skin.

  Tegan let herself float until she got her body back under control. “So...you were looking for me?”

  He kissed the top of her head. “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. I had a lot of time to read, practice, fantasize about what I’d do with you the next time we met.”

  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.

  Maybe she’d been too hasty about writing Grant off back then.

  “So are you tired? Were you done for the night?”

  Tegan pressed her head to his 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 while, and she hated to call it a night. Not when she had such an attentive partner willing to push her buttons.

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

  “I’d certainly be happy to keep playing.” Grant nipped at her nose. “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 he wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter.

  Tegan wants to try the violet wand.

  Tegan wants to try the St. Andrew’s Cross.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Bedding the Master

  Go Back

  Tegan’s eyes widened at the sight of the bondage bed. She’d heard about these, but the club had never had one until now. The frame looked as though it could have once been used as a bunk bed, except that the top bunk was missing. The wooden frame along the top had various hooks and clamps ready to be attached to a series of restraints. The bottom of the bed also contained a number of restraints and holes that could be used to hold Tegan in any position Master Grant desired.

  “Get on.” He slapped her ass. Hard. “Lay on your stomach.”

  Tegan took a deep breath to steady her nerves and quell her excitement, but it had little effect on her quavering voice. “Yes, Sir.”

  Well, that didn’t make you sound like a wanton slut or anything.

  Another slap to her ass sent her stumbling forward. Catching herself on the edge of the bed, Tegan took a second to look things over. The main section of the bed was made of wood with a leather cushion covering the top. There wasn’t a lot of padding, but enough to ensure she wouldn’t get any splinters. Pain was fine, but that would be a hard limit for her. The padding was cool under her knees as she got up and shuffled over to the middle. The bed wasn’t overly long, which meant the restraints would easily reach all of her limbs.

  No escape.

  “Down now!”

  Tegan dropped to her belly without a second thought. She shivered, but this time from the cold leather more than anticipation. He gave her no time to think, his large hands grabbing her by the ankles and spreading her legs.

  “Cute, but these are gone.” He pulled her thong down, the thin lace tearing as he jerked it. “I want to see every inch of you.”

  “Of course, Sir.” She swallowed hard.

  Fingers wrapped around her legs again, this time securing leather cuffs to first the left, then the right ankle. He spread her wide, so anyone walking by would see her wet cunt, know how much she was turned on as he manhandled her on the bed. With a hard slap to her ass, Master Grant moved around to the head of the bed.

  “Don’t want you getting away from me.” He placed a bondage mitt on each hand. “I’m going to do wonderfully nasty things to you and I know you’ll love it.”

  Fuck. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He moved her hands so they lay against the small of her back. The mitts were hot, the leather hugging her skin and making her sweat. Her thumbs were compressed against the palms of her hands, her fingers bunched together tightly. There was no way she’d be able to remove these, not easily at least. The restraints were wrapped securely around the mitts, the cord left to dangle across her naked ass.

  “Don’t move.”

  Tegan nodded and he slapped her ass again; this time the pain made her yelp. “Yes, Sir!”

  She knew it was only a matter of time before he had her hog-tied and helpless on the bed. Not yet though, as he apparently wanted to play. He pushed her thighs apart even wider, to the point of discomfort. He kneaded her flesh, pushing and spreading her open. There was no place for her to hide her arousal from him. No way she could deny how much she wanted him to own her, use her, fuck her.

  “Look at you, little slut. You want this bad.” Master Grant pushed two fingers into her cunt, twisting and spreading her open. “You’re going to soak the bed and I haven’t even done anything to you.”

  Tegan squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips against his fingers. She knew it went against his rules, but didn’t care. She needed more. Soon.

  Keeping his fingers in place, he spanked her ass hard. Five sharp slaps to each cheek, followed by him pumping his fingers into her pussy. She cried out, the sudden burst of pleasure overwhelming her.

  “Don’t you dare come.” Slap! “I haven’t given you permission.”

 
He withdrew his hand, leaving Tegan desperate for more. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try and behave—”

  “You better. If you come I’ll tie you up and leave you here for the rest of the night. No one will be allowed to touch you.”

  Panting hard, Tegan fought to control her body, to clamp down on the urge to grind her pussy against the cushion and squeeze out an orgasm. No, that would be too quick. Too easy. She needed to trust that Master Grant would be able to take her to a better place. It took a while, but slowly she managed to settle herself, sinking into a quiet spot in her mind.

  “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well.” His fingers traced a path along the insides of her thighs. “I’m tying you up now. I can’t trust you won’t be bad again.”

  He lifted each ankle in turn, securing a rope through the O-rings on the leather cuffs. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to grab her by the hip and roll her onto her back.

  In this position, she had no choice but to stare up expectantly into Master Grant’s face. His eyes were narrowed, and his breathing was slow and steady. If he was turned on, he wasn’t showing it. Damn coolheaded Doms.

  “Reach down and push the mitts against your ankles. I want you spread open wide.”

  It was problematic to comply with his command. Not because she wasn’t flexible enough, but more because she couldn’t get her brain to give the order to her body. She was locked in his gaze, not wanting to do anything that would force her to look away. He was cool, hard, absolutely perfect.

  Leaning over her, he put a hand on either side of her head. “You’re not listening to me. I said hands by your ankles.”

  It was the mental shove she needed. As soon as he pulled away, she did as he asked. She could feel the leather encasing her ankles and rubbed the mitts against the buckles as she shifted into position. Spread open like this, offering herself up to him, was made all the more arousing as she watched him loop the rope through the O-rings, securing each wrist to the companion ankle. Going one step further, he looped a second rope through and secured it to the bed. Now, not only was she opened up for all to see, she couldn’t escape from the bed even if she wanted to.