Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  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 things 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 he
r 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.

  Dancing with the Domme

  Go Back

  Tegan tugged down on her corset, making sure her cleavage was deep. While she loved being a submissive, there were too many things going on in her life at the moment for her to give up control. Especially tonight. No, what she needed more than anything was to take her mind off the insanity of her life by driving someone out of their mind.

  “I think I’m going to find a nice little sub to play with tonight.” She winked at Thomas. “Unless you are interested in coming down to play, in which case I’ll reconsider my plans.”

  He rolled his eyes. “If I wasn’t working I’d have you tied up to the wall and your ass blistered red in no time. Best if you go find a mouse to play with tonight. Get it out of your system so you’re ready for me.”

  Oh, she really liked the sound of that. “Another time, then.”

  “I’ll hold you to that.” Thomas opened the door, giving her a little bow. “Madame, your submissives await.”

  There was no music as she descended into the dungeon. Even the bass from the music in the main area faded into little more than a light thud with each step she took below. The stairs were wide, each one lit on the side with blue LED pot lights. It made her feel as though she were descending into some magical otherworld, a place where anything could happen.

  If God’s willing, I hope so. The basement was a miniature of the main room upstairs. The open space contained a variety of black-and-white photos, naked bodies bound and trussed-up in poses that had her shivering with appreciation. Ropes, clamps, ball-gags adorning naked men and women, their faces wearing that faraway expression she knew all too well. She wanted to do that to someone tonight. Take them to that special place where they could forget everything for a while.

  She needed to look after someone.

  The snap of a whip caught her attention. Turning toward the sound, she made her way along the edges of the small groups gathered together. Another crack, followed by a moan. Someone was having fun tonight.

  Unlike the showiness of the props upstairs, the equipment in the dungeon was far more functional, more real. She came to a stop just behind a Domme in time to see her pull her arm back and flick the lash forward. The man chained to the small St. Andrew’s Cross moaned as a red line took form across his shoulder blade. His back was covered in sweat and a series of long marks. They’d clearly been at this for a while.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” The Domme’s voice was playful as she slid the whip through her grasp. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse. “More, Ma’am.”

  The Domme smiled before giving him what he wanted, snapping the lash against him once again. This time the welt adorned the top of his ass cheeks, and the man tried to buck away from the pain.

  “He’s very responsive.” Tegan stepped beside the woman, and cocked her head to get a better view of the marks. “You have quite a talent with the whip.”

  “Bruce makes me want to practice every day.” The woman’s bloodred lips curled into a smile. “Don’t you, darling?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Poor Bruce sounded exhausted, though Tegan was fairly certain he didn’t mind.

  She needed to find someone of her own if she wanted any chance of scratching the itch that had been in the back of her mind for weeks now. The last thing she wanted was to fight for the attentions of a sub. “I’m here looking for a playmate.”

  The Domme turned to face Tegan, looking her over carefully. “Male or female?”

  “Male, I think.”

  The woman cast her gaze around the room, pausing briefly along the far wall before she continued. “I would suggest making your way to the back and choosing a few toys to play with. There are two subs I’ve played with in the past who haven’t found a partner yet. They’re both extremely responsive.”

  She leaned in and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Thank you.”

  There was something to be said about the power of being in her Domme head space. Life became simple, narrowed down to determining and fulfilling the needs of her sub. She knew how much she appreciated it when she was with a Dom who understood her. That connection granted her a mental freedom she couldn’t find otherwise.

  Tonight she wanted to do that for someone else.

  Tegan made sure to keep her gaze from landing on any one person as she sauntered over to the toys table along the back wall. She could feel eyes on her as she let her fingertips caress the various instruments. Butt plugs, floggers, nipple clamps...so many toys for her to choose from. Picking up a wide paddle, she gave it a practice swing, letting its weight connect with her open palm.

  “Hello, Mistress.”

  She ignored the voice as she set the paddle back down. The sub was tall, even more so than she was in her heels. She could feel his body heat as he took a step closer to her side. He was smart, keeping his distance but making his intentions known.

  With her attention now focused on the man, she let her fingers resume their inspection of the toys. “Well, isn’t this interesting.”

  The butt plug was huge, certainly not something a person would start off with. The silicone bulged at the base and would have stretched someone’s poor ass out many inches. The man beside her didn’t respond. His breathing remained even and he didn’t back away. So not interested in the toy, but not scared off either. Good to know.

  “It’s certainly something to aspire to. Though I only know a few men who would be able to handle it.” She replaced the plug and instead scooped up the nipple clamps.

  Ah, there it was. The stutter in his breath, the key indicator that here was what he wanted—a bit of pain, a loss of control.

  Perfect.

  Tegan spun on her heel and crossed her arms. She had to mask her surprise when her gaze finally landed on the man. Not only was he stunning, she actually knew him.

  Adam. Adam Carr from her office.

  Holy shit.

  “Interesting.” Tegan somehow managed to hold his gaze as she worked to get herself under control. “This isn’t the type of place I expected to find you.”

  Adam was one of the personnel managers in the human resources department. Everyone loved him; his quick wit and easy smile could disarm the most volatile of situations. She’d never once seen him lose his temper and had often wondered how he managed to keep himself so positive.

  Now she knew.

  If he was surprised by her appearance, he’d managed to move past it quickly enough. Adam
held her gaze for a moment longer before he let it drop to the floor. His hands were clasped loosely behind his back and his breathing was slow and steady.

  “Mistress, I’m just as surprised to find you here. I wasn’t aware you were involved in this sort of scene.”

  The idea of playing with him, the chance to help him ease the pressure and take his body to a place that existed in sensation, was overwhelming. This was something more than anonymous fumblings with no consequences. Their lives outside of the club were entwined, and everything that happened here needed to be taken into consideration, measured and discussed before they moved forward. But if this was going to happen, then there was something they needed to get out into the open first.

  She lifted his chin with her finger, forcing him to look her in the eyes once more. “I think we need to talk before this goes any further. The potential for something bad to happen is too great.”

  “You’re probably right.”

  Tegan walked past him over to one of the large cushion chairs in the corner. She sat, her legs crossed and her hands resting on each of the arms, and waited for him. She knew the mental hoops his brain was jumping at the moment. She’d been there enough herself to appreciate it. Still, when he straightened up and strode over to where she was, she couldn’t help but do a mental fist pump.

  When he reached the chair, rather than continuing to stand, he got to his knees. There was no weakness in his body, but she could see his need to let someone else take over, be in charge for a while. She reached out and thumbed the leather collar around his neck, knowing how amazing it felt to wear.

  “I think the obvious needs to be said.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “Regardless of what does or doesn’t happen between us, I won’t breathe a word that you were here tonight. Likewise, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention this either.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t think most of our coworkers even know how to spell BDSM, let alone understand the appeal.”