Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  It wasn’t enough. She needed more from him, needed to prove to herself that there was a connection between them.

  Tegan shifted so she could suck on his tip. She made sure to work her tongue around the head, teasing the bundle of nerves to get him worked up. There was little doubt that he wouldn’t last long. Dom or not, Master Grant was still a man. She licked and sucked her way down his shaft, ensuring that every bit of his skin was wet. Then she returned to the head, opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down.

  It didn’t take long for him to take control. Gripping the back of her head, he began to fuck her mouth hard. She was once again consumed by this strong, dominant man. He was all she could smell, taste and think of. He became her world and for a few minutes everything was perfect.

  He groaned as he tightened his grip in her hair. The first splash of come hit the back of her throat before it coated her tongue. Tegan swallowed down everything he gave her, until he pulled her off him.

  “You’re incredible.” He leaned down and kissed her hard.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No, I don’t think you understand.” He pulled back and held her gaze. “I’ve wanted to see you again ever since that first time we met. You were all I could think about for a long time.”

  Oh...

  “Do you want to get out of here? We could take some time to get to know each other outside of the club.” He cupped her cheek before giving her a soft smile. “Or did you want to play some more?”

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

  Tegan wants to try the bondage bed.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Magic Wand

  Go Back

  Tegan stood in front of a chair that looked far too unassuming for her liking. She’d been on the receiving end of an e-stim machine only once before, but the contact had left her tingling with phantom sensations for hours afterward. That had only been a demonstration that she’d volunteered to play submissive for. Tonight she was about to be faced with something far more intense.

  More pleasurable.

  Extremely aware of Master Grant standing behind her, she walked around the chair, taking in all of the features. There was a basket of accessories beneath. Now this was a fun and unexpected assortment of fun. Bending down, she rummaged through the pile, considering the various options available to them before she picked up something she hadn’t used in a long time.

  “A violet wand.” She looked up at him and smirked. “These can be fun, Sir. The last time I played with one my partner was impressed with my responsiveness.”

  “I can tell from the hardness of your nipples and that charming blush how much you like the idea.” He closed the distance between them and wrapped a hand around her throat. The touch was possessive rather than painful as he flexed his fingers against her skin. “This wasn’t quite what I had in mind tonight, but I’m nothing if not flexible.”

  She tried to nod her head, but his hand prevented any movement. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I’m going to tie you to that chair and I’m going to make your body sing. But first, there is something I need to do.”

  He turned her face and kissed her hard. His tongue was punishing as he explored her mouth, reminding her that he was in charge of her pleasure tonight. She swayed against him, not caring if it went against the rules or not. She needed this man.

  When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “It’s been a while since I played with one of these. I want you to sit in the chair and stay as still as possible.”

  The vague recollections of what the wand felt like crept back into her mind. The sensations had driven her mad, teasing the sensitive parts of her flesh. This time she was determined to keep herself together. “Okay.”

  The wood was cool against her naked ass, the extra sensations serving to ramp up the anticipation of what was to come. He picked up the wand and flicked the switch. She immediately picked up on the soft hum coming from the shaft, and she couldn’t help but squirm in her chair.

  “I said you’re not to move.” His words were spoken low, but seemed to echo through her. Serious tone, with just a hint of teasing. There was a playful side to Master Grant and she was fascinated by it. “Not an inch while I’m touching you. I would hate to have to stop because you couldn’t follow simple directions.”

  Instead of pressing the tip of the wand to her skin the way she assumed he would, he adjusted the setting and grasped the shaft in his left hand. With his right, he reached out and ran his fingers across her nipples, sending a warm tingle across her skin where he made contact. She sucked in a breath, her gaze lowering to watch his path across her body.

  “There are so many things you can do with the wand.” He pinched her nipple, focusing the sensation. “I can make you jump, or I can drive you mad with a gentle caress.”

  Her nipples hardened against his open palm, and it took great effort to maintain her posture. She wanted nothing more than to collapse against his body and beg him to fuck her. Apparently, she’d grown impatient as a submissive over the past few months. Who knew?

  Master Grant thankfully ignored the small twitches from her as he continued to tease her body. Running his fingers across every inch he could find, he smiled with every gasp she made, and lingered in those spots. He skipped her pussy, but came back to it in the end. Giving her bare mound a tap with his finger, he smirked. “This will be fun.”

  She wanted to look down to see how big her clit had grown, knowing it would be red and swollen from her arousal. He made a pleasant hum in the back of his throat and rubbed the top of her clit with his thumb.

  “Anxious, I see.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was about ready to explode.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to move things along too quickly.”

  Shit. She bit back a groan as he pulled away. Master Grant released his grip on the wand and adjusted the setting.

  “Let’s see how sensitive you are.”

  The press of the wand to the inside of her thigh had her twitching. Her gaze flew to where he’d pressed it into her skin, shocked at the strength of the electric touch.

  “Oh yeah. I bet I could make you come by fucking you with this. The charge is exactly what you need to get off.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  He grinned. “Let’s see what attachments we have to play with.” He reached beneath the chair and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from yelling at him to hurry the hell up.

  “Ah, here we go.” He snapped a long glass dildo into place on the end of the wand. “I’ve been told the samurai sword is pleasurable. How long do you think you’ll last with this? Should we time you?”

  Dear God, there was no way she’d be able to hold back for long, even after her earlier orgasms. “If you want to, Sir.”

  Tegan couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he stroked the shaft of the glass cock. “I very much do. Keep your legs wide.”

  She felt a quick tingle of a charge against her skin as he pressed the glass head to the side of her knee. Goose bumps immediately rose on her thigh, following the slow path he made as he traced circles up her body toward her pussy. As he got close to her mound, he switched legs and made his way back down in the opposite direction.

  “You’re a tease, Sir.”

  “And you’re a very toppy sub.” He gave the top of her thigh a slap, though his lips twitched into a small smile. “I told you not to move.”

  She groaned as the tiny jolts felt as if something were nibbling at her skin. He shifted again, this time to tease her nipples with the tip of the cock. Making concentric circles with the dildo, he continued until her breasts tingled and prickled as the jolts moved her muscles and charged her body. It was intense, yet not as painful as some t
hings she’d experienced over the years.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her as he lifted the wand from her skin. “Let’s see how far you can take this. I want you to hold back for as long as you can. Tell me before you come.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She moaned from the intense sensations against the sensitive nub as he pressed the head to her clit. Fuck, it was as if a hundred tiny fingers were teasing her pussy all at once, both inside and out. He grinned before he pressed the head of the dildo into her pussy.

  “Oh God!” She bucked against the restraints, but they held her fast. “Fuck!”

  “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”

  He began to slowly pump the glass cock into her body. The tiny jolts heated and teased her pussy everywhere it contacted with her skin. She could feel her juices coating the insides of her thighs, easing the way for the cock. Shit, she’d never been this turned on this quickly before. Hell, she’d never been with a man who’d been able to make her come so often in such a short time.

  Master Grant kept the pace steady as he fucked her body with the wand. It was overwhelming, the soft electric charges rolling through her body with every slide of glass against skin. The only way she was able to hold still was to squeeze the sides of the chair with her hands. Fuck, she was ready to fly apart at the seams.

  It didn’t help that he was staring at her with a look as electric as the wand’s caress. She couldn’t mentally retreat from him, wasn’t sure she wanted to as he consumed her with everything he was.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re so close.” He increased the rate of his thrusts, adding a twisting motion as he withdrew the cock from her body. “I want to hear you scream.”

  “Fuck.” She was shaking now, her body no longer under her control.

  “Let go. Let me take care of you.”

  No one truly wanted to do that. No matter how many times she slipped into her sub self, the Doms were only ever interested in her for a night. What were the chances that he was any different from the others?

  And yet, there was something different. A look she’d catch from him when he was turning away from her. A glimpse that perhaps his feelings were genuine.

  It was that thought, along with the press of his thumb against her clit, that pushed her over the edge. She managed to get her mouth open, wanting to do what he asked and tell him, but the words refused to come. It didn’t matter. He understood.

  He nodded, giving his permission. Her orgasm came so hard and fast, it threatened to consume her body. She screamed and couldn’t keep her eyes open as the waves of intense pleasure rolled through her. She was shaking, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat as she tried to get herself under control.

  When she was finally able to open her eyes again, he was watching her intently. He was still fucking her with the dildo, his free hand squeezing the top of her thigh.

  “God, you’re so fucking... That was beautiful. Let’s see if we can make it happen again.”

  Shit. She swallowed hard, unable to break eye contact with him. There was something in his gaze, pride and desire mixed together, that was more intense than the press of the dildo.

  This time her orgasm came with little effort. She did her best to maintain his gaze, but she couldn’t. Not when he pressed the dildo as far as he could inside her and twisted the rod. Her entire core came alive and the pleasure ripped from every inch of her, every bit as intense as her first orgasm.

  Fuck.

  “You’re gorgeous like this. Sweaty and helpless. Only able to take what I give you. You make me want to do this all night, play with you. Deny myself the one thing I want more than anything else, just so I can see how far you’ll go.”

  He withdrew the cock from her body, turned it off and tossed it to the floor. She didn’t have the strength to do anything but watch as he stood in front of her and pulled out his cock from his still-open pants.

  “Look at you.” He shifted to the side so his cock was close to her face. “You’re all fucked out. Your skin is flushed, sweaty. You’re amazing.”

  She couldn’t help but lick her lips as he began to stroke his cock. The angry head would disappear into his foreskin, only to reemerge slick and coated in pre-come. His gaze traveled down her body—down her face, across her breasts, lingering on her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her again, but she knew her body wasn’t ready for it either. Instead she found enough strength to open her mouth and stick out her tongue.

  “Fuck yeah.” He shuffled closer and began to stroke in earnest.

  The head of his cock contacted with her tongue, letting her wet his skin as she tasted his essence. From this angle, it was also easier to keep her gaze on his face. Shit, he was handsome. Shaved head and hazel eyes so intense it was as if he could look into her soul.

  It wasn’t enough. She needed more from him, needed to prove to herself that there was a connection between them.

  Tegan shifted so she could suck on his tip. She made sure to work her tongue around the head, teasing the bundle of nerves to get him worked up. There was little doubt that he wouldn’t last long. Dom or not, Master Grant was still a man. She licked and sucked her way down his shaft, ensuring that every bit of his skin was wet. Then she returned to the head, opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down.

  It didn’t take long for him to take control. Gripping the back of her head, he began to fuck her mouth hard. She was once again consumed by this strong, dominant man. He was all she could smell, taste and think of. He became her world and for a few minutes everything was perfect.

  He groaned as he tightened his grip in her hair. The first splash of come hit the back of her throat before it coated her tongue. Tegan swallowed down everything he gave her, until he pulled her off him.

  “You’re incredible.” He leaned down and kissed her hard.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No, I don’t think you understand.” He pulled back and held her gaze. “I’ve wanted to see you again ever since that first time we met. You were all I could think about for a long time.”

  Oh...

  “Do you want to get out of here? We could take some time to get to know each other outside of the club.” He cupped her cheek before giving her a soft smile. “Or did you want to play some more?”

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

  Tegan wants to try the bondage bed.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Magic Wand

  Go Back

  Tegan stood in front of a chair that looked far too unassuming for her liking. She’d been on the receiving end of an e-stim machine only once before, but the contact had left her tingling with phantom sensations for hours afterward. That had only been a demonstration that she’d volunteered to play submissive for. Tonight she was about to be faced with something far more intense.

  More pleasurable.

  Extremely aware of Master Grant standing behind her, she walked around the chair, taking in all of the features. There was a basket of accessories beneath. Now this was a fun and unexpected assortment of fun. Bending down, she rummaged through the pile, considering the various options available to them before she picked up something she hadn’t used in a long time.

  “A violet wand.” She looked up at him and smirked. “These can be fun, Sir. The last time I played with one my partner was impressed with my responsiveness.”

  “I can tell from the hardness of your nipples and that charming blush how much you like the idea.” He closed the distance between them and wrapped a hand around her throat. The touch was possessive rather than painful as he flexed his fingers against her skin. “This wasn’t quite what I had in mind tonight, but I’m nothing if not flexible.”

  She tried to nod her head, but his hand prevented any movement. “Thank
you, Sir.”

  “I’m going to tie you to that chair and I’m going to make your body sing. But first, there is something I need to do.”

  He turned her face and kissed her hard. His tongue was punishing as he explored her mouth, reminding her that he was in charge of her pleasure tonight. She swayed against him, not caring if it went against the rules or not. She needed this man.

  When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing hard. “It’s been a while since I played with one of these. I want you to sit in the chair and stay as still as possible.”

  The vague recollections of what the wand felt like crept back into her mind. The sensations had driven her mad, teasing the sensitive parts of her flesh. This time she was determined to keep herself together. “Okay.”

  The wood was cool against her naked ass, the extra sensations serving to ramp up the anticipation of what was to come. He picked up the wand and flicked the switch. She immediately picked up on the soft hum coming from the shaft, and she couldn’t help but squirm in her chair.

  “I said you’re not to move.” His words were spoken low, but seemed to echo through her. Serious tone, with just a hint of teasing. There was a playful side to Master Grant and she was fascinated by it. “Not an inch while I’m touching you. I would hate to have to stop because you couldn’t follow simple directions.”

  Instead of pressing the tip of the wand to her skin the way she assumed he would, he adjusted the setting and grasped the shaft in his left hand. With his right, he reached out and ran his fingers across her nipples, sending a warm tingle across her skin where he made contact. She sucked in a breath, her gaze lowering to watch his path across her body.

  “There are so many things you can do with the wand.” He pinched her nipple, focusing the sensation. “I can make you jump, or I can drive you mad with a gentle caress.”

  Her nipples hardened against his open palm, and it took great effort to maintain her posture. She wanted nothing more than to collapse against his body and beg him to fuck her. Apparently, she’d grown impatient as a submissive over the past few months. Who knew?