Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  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.

  He 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. Her 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 controlled, contained—the perfect Dom. With one final powerful thrust, he came to a rest. She shivered, her body completely beyond her control. He 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. She managed a smile and a short nod.

  “I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to one of the proper beds. I need to check you over and make sure I didn’t do any serious damage.”

  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, Tegan came into contact with flesh. She liked the way he felt, the coarseness of his hair and the press of his half-erect cock against her sensitive ass.

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

  He chuckled, a deep, relaxing sound. “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.

  She’d 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. But she couldn’t help but think he might be more than a little different when it came to relationships.

  Maybe this strange stirring she felt in her gut was more than simple attraction or lust. If she really thought about it, perhaps what she was feeling toward him wasn’t sexual attraction at all, but rather an emotional one.

  “You look exhausted. Were you done for the night? Did you want me to take you somewhere else, get some food and water into you?”

  Tegan pressed her head to Grant’s shoulder. “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 that offer of a coffee is still open. Either way, I’d like to spend more time with you. Get to know all the other bits of Tegan, and not just your submissive side.”

  Tegan shivered and Grant 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.

  Bedded Bliss

  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 if 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 bind her in any position Master Grant desired.

  “I’m glad you were up for some more playtime.” He slapped her ass. Hard. “Be good and lay on your stomach.”

  She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and quell her excitement. “Yes, Sir.”

  He didn’t rush her as she made her way over to the main section of the bed. It was comprised 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—thank God for that. 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.

  “Faster. I’m getting impatient to continue our time together.”

  She dropped to her belly without a second thought. She shivered, but this time from the cold leather more than anticipation. She knew what he could do to her, how he made her feel as he controlled their encounter. This would be no exception.

  He grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs. She had to fight to keep her body from twitching as he ran his fingers up the inside of her legs. Fuck, how was he able to do that? Find every sensitive spot on her body without even trying?

  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 thigh, 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.”

  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 tight. 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.”

  She nodded, even as he slapped her ass again. This time the pain made her yelp. “Yes, Sir!”

  It was only a matter of time before he had her hog-tied and helpless on the bed. Not yet, though. If she’d learned anything in their time together, it was that he liked to savor the experience as much as she did.

  He pushed her thighs apart even wider, to the point of discomfort. He kneaded her skin, 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. Tegan was fast becoming an addict and Master Grant was a powerful drug.

  “You want this bad.” He 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.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and bucked her hips against his fingers. “But I know how good you are now. You’ll give me what I need.”

  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 her desperate for more. “I’m sorry, Sir. After what we did earlier I forgot and I—”

  “I don’t care. If you come I’ll tie you up and leave you here for the rest of the night. I’ll tease and torment you but I won’t give you what you really want. You won’t get my cock again.”

  “No!” Panting hard, she fought to control her body, to clamp down on the urge to grind her pussy against the cushion and squeeze out an orgasm. “Please, Sir, I want to feel you again. I need you.”

  “Then relax. Let your mind go and your body relax. That’s it.”

  Tegan closed her eyes and took several long, deep breaths. Eventually, her heart slowed and the pressure in her pussy, that eminent buildup of pleasure, dissipated into a pleasant background hum in her body.

  “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 she knew would adorn 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 his face. His eyes were narrowed, and his breathing was slow and steady. If she hadn’t been in his company for the better part of two hours before now, she would never have known he was turned on. But she could tell by the way his deep breaths were too slow and measured, the way his gaze roamed across her naked body that he was aroused as she was.

  “Reach down and press 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 because she couldn’t get her brain to give the order to her body. She was locked in Master Grant’s gaze, not wanting to do anything that would force her to look away.

  Leaning over her, he put a hand on either side of her head. “You’re not listening to me. I said, grab 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 mitts catch along the buckles of the cuffs 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, 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 what seemed like hours, though in reality it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. Never knowing what his touch would bring, she 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 love that your body is able to do this after everything else we’ve done together tonight.” He ran his hand down her chest between her breasts. “You’ve truly given yourself to me, body and mind. That’s a real gift, Tegan. I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

  Tegan rolled her head, lacking the strength to lift it off the bed, and stared at him. Master Grant reached under the bed without releasing her clit. If anything, he increased the pressure as he withdrew the object of his searching. “Yes, this will do nicely.”

  The dildo was not one for beginners. The thick, black silicone cock was easily 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, he 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. He 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? You love the buildup, knowing how much fun we’re going to have once we get to the main attraction.”

  “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.”

  He 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. She 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.

  “I will when I’m ready. When I know you’re ready.” He increased the pace, using his other hand to pinch at her clit. “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. “Okay.” She arched into his touch as he pinched her nipple.

  He 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. He leaned down so their noses were pressed together, forcing Tegan to look him straight in the eye.

  She wanted his cock again, not this fake thing he currently had inside her. She needed to feel the hard velvet flesh press into her body once more “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

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

  Abandoning her side to return between her legs, Master Grant 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.

  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 not a bad girl at all. You told me when you knew you wouldn’t last. That’s good.”
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br />   “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.”

  She couldn’t move as Master Grant 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 I know you need a bit of bite with your pleasure.”

  She turned her face so her cheek was flush against the padding. The leather was soft and comforting, having been heated from her skin. He really did understand her, what she needed and when best to give it to her.

  “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.

  “I don’t know many subs who could do what you’ve done tonight.”

  Two sharp spanks to the backs of each thigh. He 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.

  “Only for you.”

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

  “I’ve never done this with another Dom. They’ve never taken me this far. Only you.”

  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.