Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

She watched the muscles in his back flex and release as he took several deep breaths. On his next exhale, she pressed her hips forward and slipped the head of the cock into him. He moaned as she started up a steady, shallow rhythm. It was oddly wonderful to be the one doing this, fucking this man who was not only strong, but smart and successful. She was the one making sure he had everything he needed—it was a rush that couldn’t be compared to anything else.

  “More. Please, Mistress, I need more.”

  Giving his hips a hard squeeze, she deepened her thrusts. The moment she hit his prostate, he cried out and sweat sprung up across his back.

  “Yeah, you like that. You like me fucking you with my cock. Telling you what to do.” Her arousal spiked once more as the plastic rubbed against her clit. “Tell me how much you like it.”

  “I do. I love it, Ma’am. Please let me come. I need to touch my cock.”

  “No.”

  “Please.” He lowered his forehead to the mattress. “I can’t...I...too much...”

  “You’ll take exactly what I give you.”

  She fucked him hard, setting a brutal pace that was sure to push them both over the edge. Her gaze flicked from the way his ass squeezed around her cock to the ripple of muscles in his back. She could tell he was trying hard not to move, his body vibrating with tension. Within minutes he was sobbing and moaning, his fingers squeezing the sheets.

  That’s what she’d wanted to hear, the moment he’d come completely undone. “Do it. Grab your cock and make yourself come.”

  No longer holding back, she worked the cock into him until it could go no further. She watched his arm, and matched the rhythm of his strokes with her thrusts. God, the pace was punishing, hard and fast. There was no way he would be able to last long at that rate. Hell, she was already on the precipice again herself.

  Closing her eyes, she had to fight her body’s desire to let go. This wasn’t about her. Adam was the only important thing, and at the moment his orgasm was on the verge of exploding. “Are you close?”

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Harder.”

  Her body protested at the unfamiliar motions, but she pushed herself. He wanted harder and faster, then that was exactly what he’d get from her. “I want to hear you. Talk.”

  He moaned. “My body...is on fire. Need to come. My dick, balls ache. So close... Fuck!”

  “Do it. Come on, Adam. Come for me.”

  She slapped his ass one more time and the jolt was enough to send him over the edge. His back bowed as his hips stuttered forward and back between the grip of his hand and the cock in his ass. He cried out as his body shuddered.

  She continued to fuck him, the sights and sounds of his orgasm pushing her into her second orgasm. She moaned and squeezed his hips as hard as she could, riding out the waves of pleasure. Finally, everything stopped.

  The only sound that filled the room was their harsh breathing. His body shook as she carefully slipped the dildo from his body and eased him down to the mattress. “Are you okay?”

  He chuckled. “I think I blew my mind out the end of my dick.”

  “Oh good.” Now that the scene was over, she found herself falling out of her Domme role easily. “I was scared I was going to hurt you there.”

  “Are you kidding? That was amazing.”

  She stretched out on the bed beside him. “I’m glad.”

  “It wasn’t long enough, you know.” Adam mirrored her earlier position and propped his head on his hand. “An hour is only a tease.”

  The idea of doing this with Adam again shouldn’t feel so right. He was a coworker, higher up than she was on the corporate ladder, even if it was in a different department. Could they actually have some sort of relationship and still be able to face each other every day?

  “I’m not saying we need to rush into things.” He pushed a piece of hair from her face. “But I’m really looking forward to talking this out with you.”

  Before she could say anything else, the light in the room flashed. “That’s our warning.”

  He cupped her cheek. “We don’t need to wait for tomorrow, you know. We can get out of here and go somewhere else to talk. What do you say?”

  Tegan says good-night to Adam.

  Tegan leaves with Adam.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Spank Me One More Time

  Go Back

  Adam sat up and ran his hands down his naked chest. “Mistress, did you want to go back out into the main room, or see if we can get this room for another hour?”

  While staying here in the quiet had a certain amount of appeal, given the nature of their aborted conversation, it might be best to give them both a bit of distance. If there was the chance that they could take this fledgling relationship to the next level, she didn’t want to ruin it by moving too quickly.

  “Back out into the dungeon. No reason to be rude and monopolize this room when there are plenty of other toys we can play with.”

  He got to his feet and collected their discarded clothing. “Of course not, Ma’am.”

  She took a moment to slip back into her Domme role before jerking open the door and marching out into the hall. The dungeon monitor nodded as they passed by, and she gave him a little smile. The dungeon was busier than before, the collection of bodies seemingly having doubled as they came together in small groups. Most of the equipment appeared to be occupied, making it difficult to decide what she wanted to do with Adam. That was until she spotted an empty spanking bench back in the corner of the room.

  “That’s perfect.”

  Making their way through the crowd, she smiled as they reached the side of the bench. The length and angle of the board would force his body into a position that would be uncomfortable, adding to the sensations she intended to rain down on him. He’d be at her mercy, forced to take whatever she gave him.

  The leather glistened, having recently been used but not yet cleaned. The angle of the bench would ensure his ass would be on full display, an easy target for her to hit. It also had the added advantage of giving her someplace to tie him up.

  He stood behind her, a bit too close to be seen as completely respectful. His breath rolled across her bare shoulders, teasing her short hair at the back of her neck. “Ma’am, I like the way you think.”

  “It would be much better if this was in better shape.” Crossing her arms, she turned her head to glare at him. “I think this needs some cleaning. Get to work.”

  Mavericks had always prided itself on the sanitary and safe aspects of club maintenance. It took him little time to track down the cleaning supplies and begin to sanitize every inch of the leather. Before long, the smell of the cleaning solution mingled in the air with the scent of sex.

  He took great pains to scrub down anything that looked even a tiny bit dirty. She could tell this had more to do with him needing to fulfill the task given to him than to ensure the surface was clean for his use.

  “You missed a spot on the armrest.” She reached over and gave the back of his head a slap. “Do you expect me to go near something that filthy? I’m disappointed in you—”

  “No, Mistress. I’m sorry. Please, let me do better.” Adam shifted around and scrubbed the leather arm even harder than before. His brow was furrowed and his tongue peeked out from between his lips as he prepared the bench.

  It was almost sweet how focused he’d gotten.

  “That’s enough.” She pushed him away from the bench, ignoring the way he fell to the floor. Leaning in, she made a cursory inspection of his work. The thing probably wouldn’t be that spotless again until the cleaners arrived and washed it down. Making a humming noise, she walked around to the head of the bench. “I guess this will have to do.”

  His soft huff was nearly drowned out by the noises from the dungeon. His face was flushed, and
she couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or exertion. Still, it was clear this was exactly what he wanted tonight and Tegan was more than happy to make it happen.

  She stepped back and patted the arm of the spanking bench. “Time to play.”

  Adam took a deep breath before he straddled the bench and sunk into position. He was a tall man, broad across the shoulders and long legged. Instead of appearing helpless, he seemed to be hugging the bench, cradling it to his body as though he were protecting it. He was beautiful.

  Shaking free of her thoughts, she set to work securing him to the bench with the restraints. Long strips of leather crowned with Velcro for easy adjustments made the process much faster than having to deal with buckles. Around each of his wrists, then down to secure his legs, it took no time to immobilize him. His head and chest were on a downward angle, which thrust his ass high into the air.

  “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” She ran her hand along his back, taking care to trace down each bump of his spine until she reached the swell of his ass. “Smooth skin and a nice tight ass. You’re a Domme’s happy dream come to life.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “I think I’m going to warm up a bit. I wouldn’t want to strain my arm and have to be uncomfortable all day tomorrow.”

  “No, Mistress. That wouldn’t do.”

  “I think I’ll start with ten spanks. That will be good to get my blood pumping.”

  Given the position he was in, Tegan was free to move around him however she wanted, open to any angle that would be easiest for her, while providing him with the greatest sensations. His cock was trapped between his body and the leather padding, which meant it would be easy for him to rub off and come if she wasn’t careful. Damn, she should have put a cock ring on him. Next time.

  If she decided there was even going to be a next time.

  Knowing the longer she waited the more he would anticipate the blow, she took her time, fiddling with her corset and looking around the room. The scent of sex was thick, as were the sounds of moans. The night had gone on long enough that the teasing phase had given way to the fucking phase. It was addictive and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back as long as she might normally like.

  When she reached a count of sixty-five in her head, she landed a spank to his ass. He groaned, but didn’t otherwise allow his body to react to the blow. Yeah, this was going to be fun. She made sure the next one landed in a different spot, wanting to warm up his skin and pull the blood up to give him a nice red tint.

  She didn’t bother counting out loud, not yet. A man like Adam was already doing that, his brain hardwired to keep track of the details, knowing they would be important to someone at some time.

  Four more blows and his ass and the backs of his thighs were nice and pink. “How many has that been?”

  “Six, Ma’am.”

  “Four more to go, then the real fun can begin.”

  Maybe she was getting anxious, because she rushed the last few spanks. The palm of her hand tingled and she felt the warmth begin to travel up her arm. Now it was time for a switch.

  The paddle was a solid weight in her hand as she picked it up from the floor. Its wide wooden face would cover a greater surface area than some of the other paddles she’d used in the past. It wouldn’t take any time for her to really get him going.

  “Normally, I like to talk to my boys as I’m spanking them. I expect them to be honest with me when I ask them questions too. Think you can do that?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll do my best.”

  She moved around to the head of the bench and pulled his head up by the hair, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “No you won’t. Not your best. You will do exactly what I say you will do or else our evening is done. This isn’t a game and you know it.”

  That was when she saw something shift in his gaze. He slipped from that swirling spot where he was constantly trying to attend to everyone’s needs, into a simple place where the only thing in the world that mattered was Tegan and what she told him. His pupils dilated and his lips parted as he whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good boy.”

  She’d been to that place herself many times before. A mental refuge that helped keep her safe from the pressures of her life and allowed her to reset her stress levels. A man like Adam, with all of the responsibilities he had at work, well, she could appreciate how much he needed this. She would be sure to make everything perfect.

  Holding up the paddle for him to see, she smiled. “When I ask you a question, you answer.”

  She didn’t wait for his answer this time, instead getting into a wide stance by his side. She took a deep breath and mentally lined up the paddle with where she wanted the blow to land. The first blow was as much of a practice shot for her as it was a warning to him. The snap of wood on skin was swallowed up by the other sounds in the dungeon—not that it mattered. They both heard it, both felt the impact and it was wonderful.

  “You are always very busy at work. Running around here and there, making sure that everyone has what they need. Do you enjoy that?” She landed three more blows, all to the same spot so she knew he’d really feel it.

  His body was now covered in a light sheen of sweat. He turned his face to the side where she stood, though Tegan couldn’t quite make out his expression. “I like being useful to others.”

  “You like taking care of people.” The next three strikes landed in three different locations. “You’re very good at it too.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  Four more spanks, two to the backs of each thigh. “I think you might be a bit too good at it.”

  “Mistress?”

  “I see you running around every day. When do you take time for yourself?”

  His ass was bright red now, but it still wasn’t enough. She didn’t want him to answer right away, knowing he probably needed to let the words rattle around in his brain a bit. She shifted positions and started up a series of punishing blows that quickly pulled moans from him. When her arm began to protest, she stopped and set the paddle down to the floor.

  Adam was panting hard, his body shaking as he struggled to pull air into his lungs. She stroked his shoulders as she placed a kiss to his temple. “I’ll ask you again, when do you take time for yourself?”

  His eyes had slipped closed, but she knew he’d heard her. He gave his shoulders a tiny shrug. “I’m here.”

  “But Mavericks has only just reopened. How often do you let yourself go like this?”

  “It’s...been a while.”

  “Don’t you have someone you can go to when you need help? You’re a good-looking man. I can’t imagine you’d have difficulty tracking down a Domme who’d be willing to play with you on a regular basis.”

  “It’s not that easy for me.” He opened his eyes and his anguish was clear. “I learned I can’t trust everyone with this side of myself.”

  That confession nearly broke her heart. Taking him by the jaw, she bent his head back and kissed him hard on the mouth. “I’ll look after you. And beyond tonight we can discuss what your needs are. If there is a way I can help, I will.”

  This was getting too emotional far too quickly. Standing back up, she swallowed down the rising lump in her throat. They needed to get things back on track, back to the pleasure that they both needed. The table on the far wall had what she wanted to play with next.

  Without a word to him, she retrieved the flogger, fingering the leather tendrils as she walked back. “Change of plans. I think it’s time to move on to the next step.”

  Like before, she started off slow. It had been a while since she’d flogged anyone and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him any more than necessary. Taking up position directly behind the bench, she began to swing the flogger in a crazy-eight pattern. On the third go, she moved forward eno
ugh to connect to his shoulder blade.

  The moan that escaped him this time was one of pleasure. She continued to land strikes against his back, slowly increasing the intensity of the blows over time. His skin gradually took on the same red glow as his ass, the thin lines from where the leather connected with the skin eventually blending together.

  After what felt like an eternity, his hips started to thrust forward against the bench. She could picture how hard his cock was, trapped against the leather and coated in pre-come and sweat. She wanted to fuck him, feel his length in her body. She needed to come soon before she lost her mind.

  The flogger fell to the floor, landing with a dull thud against the paddle. She said nothing as she yanked on the restraints, freeing him from the bench in a matter of seconds. “Get up.”

  Adam gave his head a shake, as if the words didn’t quite register. Her heart pounded in her chest, her arms ached from exertion, and her breathing had grown ragged. None of that compared to the blinding need to fuck herself on the man before her.

  She pulled him to his feet, only to push him to the floor. “On your back.”

  Mavericks had baskets of condoms everywhere in the club. Tegan scrambled to pull a package from the basket beneath the bench and ripped it open with her teeth. “I’m going to ride you. You’re not to come until I say. Understand?”

  “Yes—” he swallowed hard “—Ma’am.”

  “Good boy.”

  It took all the concentration she could muster to get the condom rolled down his shaft. Her fingers shook in anticipation as she secured it in place before she straddled his body. Hiking the leather up, she grabbed her panties and pulled them off, then tossed them aside so she could sink down on his cock.

  “Fuck...” She closed her eyes and let out a huff. “Your cock is perfect.”

  “Thank you—” She didn’t let him finish. She leaned in and kissed him hard.

  She loved the feel of his tongue sparring with hers, searching and caressing her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and savored the taste and smell of the strong man beneath her. He needed her, wanted someone to look after him at the end of the day. The temptation to want to fill that role was far stronger than Tegan would have imagined.