Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “Two, Sir. That’s two.”

  “And do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

  There was something about his voice, especially now that she couldn’t see him. This wasn’t a simple opportunity to hook up with a woman who’d caught his eye a while ago. Tegan could sense a deeper emotion inside him.

  What scared her was that she felt it too.

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

  “I need you to trust me. Let me take care of you. I can be good for you.”

  Three more smacks, this time all in the same spot. The bite from the holes in the paddle had her ass growing numb from the pain. Tegan sucked in a breath. “Six.”

  “That first night I saw you in the club, I knew you were something special. I could tell there was something between us.”

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

  Master Grant moved behind her, kneading her flesh with his hands. “I watched you for so long before I came to you the night of the pajama party. I didn’t want to scare you off. I knew I would only have the one chance to leave an impression on you.”

  God, if she’d only known he’d been there, been interested in her. They could have had so much time to get to know each other, learn if there could be something more between them than this primitive connection between Dom and sub.

  He crowded against her body, his groin hard against her sensitized ass. “I can’t believe how hard you make me. All I can think about is wanting to fuck you. I’d make you come so hard and so often you’d forget there was a world outside.”

  She 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 and her body was craving his touch.

  The press of his mouth against her shoulder had her shuddering. He kissed across the back of her neck, turning to follow the line of her spine down to her ass.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  Her face heated. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I want to taste you.”

  She 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 set her body on fire. That a one-night stand from over a year ago had the potential to turn into something else excited her.

  The first touch of his mouth to the top of her ass had her moaning. He pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, exposing everything to his gaze. She was beyond the capability to be embarrassed. Her body was in charge and it craved nothing more than to feel his touch on it, his mouth places where he was sure to give her pleasure.

  “Look at you. You’re practically purring.” He leaned in and licked from her pussy to her asshole. “I could keep you here all night and taste every inch of you.”

  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. 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 the thoughts of what he would do to her.

  He groaned as he pressed his face forward and began to lick and bite every bit of skin available to him. 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 removed his shirt and she could feel the press of his naked chest against the backs of her thighs. God, she couldn’t believe how sensitized her body had grown. Fuck, she was actually going to come again.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Right here on this cross.”

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

  Master Grant stood up and she heard his pants fall to the floor. She heard the sound of a condom being put on before he reached up and wrapped his hands around her forearms, encircling them and the wood to which she was bound.

  “You’ve been such a good girl. I want you to scream when you come. I want every Dom in this dungeon to know that you belong to me. That I was the man who brought you here.”

  “Yes, Sir.” As long as she was still able to speak.

  Her body had turned to gelatin and Master Grant was molding her into something new. He nudged her legs with his thighs as he pressed the slick tip of his condom-covered cock to her pussy. Unlike before, she knew what to expect from him, enjoyed the way he possessed her with every thrust.

  “You’re so soft, pliant.” He squeezed her arms before he moved down to grab her by the hips. He set a steady pace, filling her to the hilt with every move. “I could fuck you for hours and not get tired of this.”

  She wouldn’t last minutes, let alone hours. As it was, she barely had 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 jolting forward into the wood. She was pinned between two solid, unmovable forces, trapped like a butterfly by a collector.

  She loved it.

  “Please, Sir.” She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s too much.”

  “No, it’s not. You can do it. I know you can, baby.”

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

  “Close your eyes and relax. Let everything wash over you.”

  “Oh my God.” She couldn’t relax. Her body was little more than a live wire and she was fit to ignite.

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

  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.

  “You are amazing.”

  He pulled back only far enough to grab her by the hips once more. He didn’t say anything else as he pounded into her with a force she’d never experienced before. One, two, three more thrusts was all it took. His fingers dug into her skin as he cried out.

  He was perfect.

  They stayed leaning against the cross for a long time. He continued to stroke her hair, her arms and back until they both got their bodies back under control. Never before had she felt like this after a session, certainly not in such a public venue. Maybe he really did know what she needed. Maybe this was the time she should take a step away from what she knew to be safe and secure and take a chance on the unknown.

  Take a chance on Grant.

  He eventually pulled out of her body and disposed of the condom. He pulled up his pants to give himself the freedom to move around and get her off the cross. Her arms ached from the strain of having been raised for so long. Either she wasn’t as good at hiding her emotions as she thought, or he was more in tune with her than she realized. He carried her over to one of the chairs and began to massage the life back into her limbs.

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

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

  Tegan wants to try the violet wand.

  Tegan wants to try the bondage bed.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Crossing Over

  Go Back

  Tegan stood in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross, her body still shaking from her previous orgasm. 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.

  “I know you’ve already done so much tonight.” Master Grant grabbed the back of her neck, thumbing the short strands of her pixie cut. “Your body is still humming from what we’ve already done. But I know you have so much more left in you.”

  Still naked, she had no way of hiding her body’s reaction to his words. Fuck, she’d never been with a Dom like him before. Never had someone push her this hard or this far, beyond what even she’d assumed herself capable of. Somehow, he knew her in a way that didn’t seem possible, given the short nature of their acquaintance.

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

  “It’s like riding a bike.” He cupped her ass with his hands and squeezed. “Your body knows what to do even if your brain has forgotten.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Shit, she was already wet.

  “Get into position.”

  She took a deep breath before stepping up to the cross. The wood was cold as she leaned against it. Polished until it was smooth, the surface was unrelenting against her soft skin. She lifted her hands up and wrapped her fingers around the beams as high as she could stand. The sights and sounds around her were little more than white noise. There was nothing more important to her than him.

  He stepped beside her. The heat from his body was a contrast to the cool wood against her. Leaning in, his lips hovered above her ear, grazing the ridge as he spoke.

  “You have a beautiful ass. I can’t wait to flog it red.”

  “Yes, Sir.” God, after everything he’d done to her so far tonight, her body still wanted more from him.

  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. She wanted everything that he could give her—wanted him to take her places she’d never been before.

  With experienced hands, he quickly finished securing Tegan 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, she wasn’t prepared for the gentleness of his touch.

  “I have a confession to make.” He gave her ass a hard slap. “Earlier I was hoping you’d choose the cross. Nothing turns me on more than seeing a beautiful woman tied up and ready for me.” Another slap to her ass. “I want you to let go. Can you do that for me?”

  Somehow she managed to nod.

  He walked past her and the cross to a small side table that was against the wall. Mavericks had always supplied 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 would use on her first.

  The multi-tailed flogger he picked up was something she’d had used on her in the past. Depending on how hard he hit her with it, the resulting sensations could be as gentle as a massage or as biting as wood. Master Grant held it up, testing the feel of it against his palm before snapping it against his own thigh.

  “I don’t think so.”

  Tegan groaned. Of course he wouldn’t be kind enough to go easy on her.

  Setting the flogger back on the table, he grabbed a flat spanking paddle. The wood had holes cut out of the face, which meant when it connected with her ass it would hurt that little bit more than what she’d expect. Nodding to himself, he returned to the cross without a second glance at her face.

  “I’ve noticed something about you.” His voice was clear, cutting through the background chatter in the dungeon. “You seem lost. I’ve watched you tonight and those times before at Mavericks. You weigh every decision you make so carefully. You have a hard time letting go, letting someone else make the choices for you. But not tonight. Not with me.”

  The first smack of the paddle pulled a startled yelp from her.

  “While you’re on that cross, I don’t want you thinking about anything else other than the number of times I slap that pert ass of yours.” Another slap. “How many?”

  “Two, Sir. That’s two.”

  “And do you understand what I’m asking of you?”

  There was something about his voice, especially now that she couldn’t see him. This wasn’t a simple opportunity to hook up with a woman who’d caught his eye a while ago. Tegan could sense a deeper emotion inside him.

  What scared her was that she felt it too.

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

  “I need you to trust me. Let me take care of you. I can be good for you.”

  Three more smacks, this time all in the same spot. The bite from the holes in the paddle had her ass growing numb from the pain. Tegan sucked in a breath. “Six.”

  “That first night I saw you in the club, I knew you were something special. I could tell there was something between us.”

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

  Master Grant moved behind her, kneading her flesh with his hands. “I watched you for so long before I came to you the night of the pajama party. I didn’t want to scare you off. I knew I would only have the one chance to leave an impression on you.”

  God, if she’d only known he’d been there, been interested in her. They could have had so much time to get to know each other, learn if there could be something more between them than this primitive connection between Dom and sub.

  He crowded against her body, his groin hard against her sensitized ass. “I can’t believe how hard you make me. All I can think about is wanting to fuck you. I’d make you come so hard and so often you’d forget there was a world outside.”

  She 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 and her body was craving his touch.

  The press of his mouth against her shoulder had her shuddering. He kissed across the back of her neck, turning to follow the line of her spine down to her ass.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  Her face heated. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I want to taste you.”

  She 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 set her body on fire. That a one-night stand from over a year ago had the potential to turn into something else excited her.

  The first touch of his mouth to the top of her ass had her moaning. He pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, exposing everything to his gaze. She was beyond the capability to be embarrassed. Her body was in charge and it craved nothing more than to fee
l his touch on it, his mouth places where he was sure to give her pleasure.

  “Look at you. You’re practically purring.” He leaned in and licked from her pussy to her asshole. “I could keep you here all night and taste every inch of you.”

  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. 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 the thoughts of what he would do to her.

  He groaned as he pressed his face forward and began to lick and bite every bit of skin available to him. 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 removed his shirt and she could feel the press of his naked chest against the backs of her thighs. God, she couldn’t believe how sensitized her body had grown. Fuck, she was actually going to come again.

  “I’m going to fuck you. Right here on this cross.”

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

  Master Grant stood up and she heard his pants fall to the floor. She heard the sound of a condom being put on before he reached up and wrapped his hands around her forearms, encircling them and the wood to which she was bound.

  “You’ve been such a good girl. I want you to scream when you come. I want every Dom in this dungeon to know that you belong to me. That I was the man who brought you here.”

  “Yes, Sir.” As long as she was still able to speak.

  Her body had turned to gelatin and Master Grant was molding her into something new. He nudged her legs with his thighs as he pressed the slick tip of his condom-covered cock to her pussy. Unlike before, she knew what to expect from him, enjoyed the way he possessed her with every thrust.