Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  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.

  With a sharp tug, he pulled it tight and finished the final knot. “There. Isn’t that better?”

  Tegan nodded. “Yes, Sir. Much better.”

  He ran a finger along her clit, across the bare skin of her lips. Her pussy clenched, but there was nothing there, leaving her aching for more contact. He continued to touch her, the soft scratches of his nails switching to sharp slaps and pinches against her skin, her nipples. The torture continued for hours, though in reality it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. Never knowing what his touch would bring, Tegan was finally able to switch her mind off and let her body simply be.

  She was floating on a cloud of sensation—the scent of arousal in the dungeon, a confusing mix of touches against her body, the way his fingers tasted when he shoved them into her mouth. Others moaned and cried out around her, a constant reminder that they weren’t alone, that anyone could come by and see, play, use her body the way they wanted.

  “I find it amusing that you don’t seem to remember me.” Master Grant took the top of her clit between his forefinger and thumb, pinching lightly. “I know it’s been a while, but I tend to be a man my submissives don’t forget easily.”

  She rolled her head, lacking the strength to lift it off the bed, and stared at him. There was no way she’d forget a man like him. It wasn’t possible unless she’d been drunk, and that was something she never did at Mavericks.

  Master Grant reached under the bed without releasing her clit. If anything, he increased the pressure as he withdrew the object of his searching. “I think we’ll have to see if I can make you remember.”

  The dildo was not one for beginners. The thick, black silicone cock was e
asily ten inches in length and bigger around than a normal man would be. There was no way her body would be able to take all of it into her, and she’d feel every inch of it when he’d push it into her pussy. With a smirk on his face, Master Grant pressed the tip of the dildo to her lips.

  “Get it wet.”

  She didn’t hesitate this time, opening her mouth wide and swallowing as much of the cock as she could. Master Grant held her gaze as he began to fuck her mouth with it, his lips parted and his face flushing as he watched. Emboldened by his response, she started to put on a show of her own. Moaning, she sucked the cock loudly, hooding her gaze and making sure to get the silicone nice and wet.

  He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, ensuring her mouth stayed clamped around the dildo. Spit spilled from her mouth and down her face as he went deeper into her throat. When she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle any more, he pulled the dildo from her mouth.

  “You took that so well. You like playing, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak, but her enthusiasm for their playtime hadn’t waned.

  “I’m going to fuck you with this now.” There was no teasing, no preamble as he took the cock and ran it across her clit, pushing it into her waiting cunt. “No coming until I say, Tegan.”

  Wait a minute. She hadn’t told him her name.

  There was something in his voice, something that tickled the back of her brain as familiar. She looked at his face again, trying to dredge up the memory of where she knew him from. There was no way she’d be able to forget a Dom who could play her body so perfectly. Hell, she hadn’t even come yet and she was already planning when they could get together to play again. Master Grant forced the head of the giant phallus the first few inches into her pussy, pumping it in and out a few times while she adjusted to its girth. Goddammit, that was big.

  “It’s been a while since I saw you last. I wasn’t sure what to make of you when we first spoke. I could tell without you saying so that you were a sub. My dick was hard for hours after that.”

  Tegan gasped as he forced the cock into her further. Too much too fast, but he didn’t relent. Slowly, her body took what he gave her and began to want more.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Not until you remember who I am.” He increased the pace, using his other hand to pinch at her clit. “I know you will. So open your eyes and look at me.”

  Shit, she hadn’t realized they’d slipped closed. Blinking madly, she fought to focus on his face. “When?” Her question didn’t quite make sense, but he thankfully understood.

  “A year and a half ago.” He moved his hand from her clit to her nipple “You were wearing a black teddy and had come alone.”

  A year and a half? Hell, she did well to remember casual acquaintances from two weeks ago. Tegan shook her head, only to try and arch into his touch as he pinched her nipple.

  Master Grant pushed the cock into her deep, leaving it seated as far as it could go while he moved from between her legs to the side of the table. Leaning down so their noses were pressed together, she looked him straight in the eye.

  And in an instant, she remembered. “The naughty pajama party.”

  It had been an annual event, one that Mavericks had taken great pride in. People had skipped out on the leather and came wearing silk, or nothing at all. The entire upstairs had been turned into one giant bed, a place where everyone could roll around together. The downstairs had consisted of mounds of pillows and a soft covering over the normally hard floor. It had taken place only a few weeks before the fire that had destroyed the club.

  Tegan had chosen a silk teddy and a thong. She’d been planning on meeting Eli that night, but her friend had been a no-show, leaving her to look for a playmate. Not in the mood for a hard-core scene, she’d been pleased to find a Dom who was more than happy to hold her hands still and fuck her from behind. He’d pinched and sucked her skin until she had been mad with pleasure. They’d even gone so far as to spoon together in a pile of pillows, while Tegan’s body floated on her orgasmic high.

  He chuckled, cracking his Dom mask. “And she remembers.”

  She more than remembered, wanting his cock again, not this fake thing he currently had inside her. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “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.