Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. But if you like this, then perhaps we can try it again. At my place where we can have time and no interruptions.”

  She hadn’t seen this side of him before. It had always been his playfulness that had kept her coming back to him. To feel the force of his possessive Dom self, well, that was something she hadn’t quite expected.

  Clearing her throat, she forced her body to relax and turned her face to the side in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him. “We’ll see how I enjoy things. But that’s a possibility.”

  “A chance is all I ask for.” She got the impression he wasn’t talking simply about the bondage.

  He didn’t ask permission and went to work undoing the tiny hooks that held her corset together. “One of these days I’m going to buy you a proper corset with lacing. You’d love the feeling as it pulls tight across your chest.”

  “But who would do it up for me? I live alone, remember?”

  “You could always give me a call. I can be your dresser.”

  She shivered as the corset came free and fell to the floor. She blamed the cool air and not the idea of him showing up at her place to dress her for a night at the club. That was in no way arousing. Nope. Not at all.

  “Stand up. The skirt has to go as well.”

  “You just didn’t like me teasing you.” She complied, though, pulling her panties down at the same time.

  “Hey, you wanted me to be in charge. That means I also get to control the teasing.” When she tried to sit back down, he stopped her with a hand to the back. “You might as well stay there. It will give me more room to work.”

  She watched as he went to the corner of the room and picked up several lengths of bright blue rope. With her fair complexion, the rope would provide a startling contrast, highlighting the exposed areas.

  “While I’d like to take lots of time and wrap your whole body, I know I’d end up coming in my pants before I finished.” His grin was still in place, but she could tell it was a bit more forced. “So I’m going to do something that will give us both the chance to have some fun after.”

  Eli was easily well over six feet tall, dwarfing her when he straightened. It was easy to forget his size, especially when he did everything in his power to make her feel comfortable. So when he stood in front of her, rope in hand, her body reacted to the powerful man who was about to take control. Her pussy grew wet and her nipples hardened. She wanted nothing more than for him to reach out and squeeze her breasts hard.

  Instead, he ran a finger down her chest between her breasts. “I’m going to bind these. I’m going to squeeze them between the rope so everyone can see. Then when I’m done, I’m going to fuck your ass.”

  Jesus.

  He didn’t wrap the rope around her immediately. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Eli proceeded to tie a series of knots on the rope. “I think you’re going to like this. I think you’re going to want me to do it again.”

  She swallowed. “Maybe.”

  “No maybe about it.”

  “Cocky.”

  “Confident. Especially when I do this.”

  He wrapped a rope around her rib cage just below her breasts. That single length of blue rope felt more secure than the corset she’d been wearing moments earlier. Her breasts tingled as Eli stared down, securing the rope in the first of many knots. Another two passes of rope around her body before he added a second knot.

  “Your skin is so white. The blue, the red from where it’s being pressed down...fuck.”

  The insides of her thighs were wet from her arousal. Given all she’d seen and done in the club, both tonight and over the years, something as simple as a rope shouldn’t get her this aroused.

  Eli shifted then, moving around behind her. He passed the rope behind her neck and down to her biceps. He began to wrap it slowly, steadily around the muscle, each pass tightening the rest of the emerging harness.

  “The Japanese have an amazing culture. They appreciate that simplicity and beauty have a sensual power to them. We lose sight of that in our society. Everything needs to be bigger, better, faster and more complex.” He fed the rope back up along the back of her neck again and proceeded to tie her other biceps in the same manner. “Shibari reminds me to slow down. I love that. Don’t you?”

  What? He wanted her to speak? God, it was taking everything in her power to remember how to breathe right now. “Yeah.”

  “Ah, I see you’re slipping down. You don’t need to talk to me anymore. Just relax and enjoy.”

  Eli passed the rope around the bottom of her breasts again, before beginning to secure it around the top. The pressure of the rope forced her modest chest to stand out, thrusting in such a way that made her look several cup sizes bigger. Her lungs felt tighter, the air having to force the room to expand her chest, especially when Eli tied the ropes behind her back.

  The unsecured tail of rope tickled her naked ass as it swayed against her. It would have annoyed her if this had been a simple bondage session, if he’d quickly thrown the ropes around her body and left the ends free. But it wasn’t and he hadn’t.

  The urge to move had left her at some point during his tying. She’d fallen under his spell and she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to come out.

  “Beautiful.” Eli ran his hands around the sides of her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples with his thumbs. “Your body is perfect for this.”

  Her normal cheekiness was gone, leaving her with nothing to say.

  “I’m not done though.” He bent down and sucked first her right, then left nipple, pulling a moan from her. “There’s one other thing I want to do first.”

  First. Before he fucked her in the ass.

  Eli picked up a second blue rope and ran it through his fingers several times before he went back to work. She couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping to watch the steady rhythmic motion of his fingers twisting and turning the blue length. It was poetry the way each twist danced, becoming something more than it was a moment before.

  When he was finished, Eli held it up for her inspection. “Just the beginning, but something I know you will enjoy.” He’d created a series of knots, a length of them that didn’t seem to serve any obvious purpose.

  He let the knotted band slip down and instead reached behind her and wrapped the rope once around her waist. This close she was able to take a deep breath of his aftershave, the light hint of sweat and sex that clung to his skin. Tegan, already hyperaware of her breathing, the feel of the rope around her body, the brush of his fingers on her skin, moaned loudly.

  “Put your hands behind your back. I’m going to secure them now.”

  Yes.

  It was harder than she first thought to comply, especially the way he had bound the tops of both of her arms. Still, when he wrapped the rope once more around her waist, and then secured first one then the other wrist, she couldn’t remember feeling more cared for in her life.

  Then he did something she wasn’t expecting. He reached between her legs and slipped the knotted end of the rope around the loops circling her waist. This added the band, ensuring it was connected to everything else, before he pulled it back between her thighs.

  And then she understood.

  The knots pressed fully against her pussy, rubbing her clit and ensuring she’d feel it every time he tugged on the rope. As he secured the free end of the lengths with the one that held the harness around her breasts, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was coming hard.

  “Get to your knees.”

  She complied, and for the first time since they’d begun, noticed that they’d attracted the attention of several people. A group of five stood in the doorway, one of them having gone so far as to come into the room. None of them said anything, or were making any attempt to get off on what they were seeing. It was as if they wer
e bearing witness to an artist producing a masterpiece.

  He was either used to gathering a crowd, or else he was too focused on the task at hand to notice. Unable to see him, she could only focus on the sounds coming from behind her. The rustle of his clothing as it fell to the floor. The snap of a bottle of lube. The rustle of a condom packet being opened.

  “I’m going to help you down to the floor. I want you to turn your head and keep your knees spread. Understand?”

  She nodded, proud that she hadn’t become a jabbering fool begging for him to let her come. Though that was really only a matter of time. He cupped her cheek with one hand and pressed against her back with the other, guiding her into the position he wanted. The floor was cool and she shivered as her cheek pressed against it.

  Without the use of her hands, she could do nothing but accept everything he gave her. She was thankful that he turned her face away from the crowd. It would have been a constant distraction and would have taken away from the experience.

  Eli continued to touch her body. The pressure of his fingers against the rope seemed to be felt in every part that was bound. The occasional tug of the rope between her legs drove her mad. It wasn’t enough pressure to make her come, but plenty to tease her close to the edge.

  The first press of his lubed finger against her asshole had her moaning. She tried to buck backward, but the movement hurt due to how she was bound, and forced her to hold still. He clearly knew this and chuckled without further comment.

  One finger quickly became two as he worked her open far faster than she would have normally liked. But they were both too far gone from the teasing the Shibari session had created. So when he replaced his fingers with his cock, she was thankful rather than irritated by the slight sting as the muscle stretched to accommodate his girth.

  “Fuck, baby. Your ass is so tight.”

  She normally didn’t get off on anal sex, but this time Eli was ensuring she would. He’d fed the rope so it lay across her clit, but rested along the middle of her ass cheek. With every slow thrust forward, he tugged up on the rope and the knots pressed on her clit. The rope was also being pressed by his thigh as he moved his body, teasing her with even the subtlest of motions. By the time he was thrusting into her with full steady strokes, she was nearly gone with madness.

  “Yeah, yeah, come for me, baby. Let me hear you scream.” He tugged hard on the rope and that was all the encouragement Tegan needed.

  Bound as she was, she couldn’t do anything to stop the rush of pleasure from sweeping through her. Every inch of her skin burned as her orgasm consumed her. Her moans were unstoppable, coming from her with every prickle of pleasure. Her muscles twitched and her body shook even as he continued to pound into her. Knowing he was close as well, Tegan clenched her ass on the next thrust.

  “Fuck.” He released the ropes, grabbed her hips and came with a roar.

  Her ass was sore and her cheek was numb by the time he’d finished, but she really didn’t care. So many times she’d fallen under the spell of a Dom at Mavericks, but this was the first time someone she considered a friend had taken her so masterfully.

  With effort, she managed to turn her face the opposite way, so she could now see the crowd. A few had left, the show clearly over, but two remained behind. They watched as Eli pulled free from her body and disposed of the condom. One even came a bit closer as Eli helped her back to her knees and began to free her from the ropes.

  Her mind was still floating, distraction-free, on a cloud of lust while Eli started to explain to the man what he’d done and some of the basics of rope tying. She should have been annoyed that he was ignoring her, considering what they’d just done. This wasn’t truly a Dom/sub thing between them, though there was no doubt that he’d been the one in charge. While being an object for a Dom wasn’t something that she minded, it didn’t seem right coming from him.

  When she was finally free, she made her way to the chair and began to pick up her clothing as Eli continued to talk to both the men. It wasn’t until she’d nearly finished dressing that he realized something was wrong.

  “Tegan?”

  She looked up, but didn’t quite know what to say. “Yeah?”

  “Excuse me, guys.” He escorted them out before coming back and squatting down in front of the chair. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  There was a loaded question if ever she heard one. “I’m fine. My ass is a bit sore. But only in the good way.”

  “You don’t look fine. You look a bit sad actually.” He rubbed his thumb across the top of her knee. “What did I do?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit. You’re a shitty liar.”

  “Actually, I’m a phenomenal liar. I’m just too tired right now to try.” It would be so easy to grab her jacket and head home after what they’d just done. Her body was satisfied, even if her heart was slightly battered. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but the past few minutes, after one of the best orgasms of her life, weren’t it.

  “Tegan—”

  “You ignored me.” With a sigh, she looked up and met his gaze. “We just did something amazing and you ignored me for a couple of dudes you didn’t know.”

  “Shit.” Eli winced. “Hon, I’m sorry. I tried to keep the guys from you as much as I could, but they had some questions. I needed to undo the ropes anyway, so I didn’t think it would hurt to show them a few things.”

  “You didn’t even acknowledge me.”

  “We were in a scene. I don’t always allow my subs to speak or be recognized. You know that.”

  “But I wasn’t your sub.” Maybe she’d been reading too much into what they’d been doing. Hell, maybe she’d read too much into everything between them. He wouldn’t be the first man who she’d assumed wanted more than they actually did. “Sorry, my head’s a bit messed up right now.”

  “No, I’m sorry. You’re right. I was on top, but we hadn’t set clear parameters about how far we were going. I shouldn’t have done that to you. And I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  She could tell from the sad tone in his voice and the deep frown that he really was. Still, it hurt her in a way she couldn’t have anticipated. Maybe she needed to back off a bit from him until she knew what the hell was going on in her head.

  “Look, I feel like a dick now.” He squeezed her knee as he stood. “Let me make it up to you. Let’s do something else. Play some more and I promise to give you my undivided attention.”

  Tegan decides to leave the club.

  Tegan decides to play more with Eli.

  Tegan leaves Eli and looks for more fun.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Tied and Tested

  Go Back

  “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting this.” Eli came into the small room off the main area of Mavericks a few minutes after she’d settled in. “Rope bondage?”

  “Why not?” She crossed her legs Sharon Stone style as she sat in the wooden chair in the middle of the room. “You’ve always told me you’re creative when it comes to tying a girl up.”

  “Creative, yes.” He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “So I take it I’m playing the role of top?”

  “Well, as far as you need to when it comes to this.” Yes, she was a switch and loved it when she was able to slip into her Domme role. But most nights she did enjoy being on the receiving end of the action. “Knowing me, I’ll probably be a pushy bottom.”

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

  She grinned. “How about I’ll do my best to behave and you try not to be too much of a top. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  Eli walked around the chair where she sat, reaching out to touch her occasionally. The slide of a finger across her naked shoulders, the caress along the short strands of hair on her neck. Each
touch drew a little hitch in her breathing and left behind warmth that clung to her skin.

  “As much as I’d like to spend hours doing this, I’m not sure that this room is ideal for that.” He stopped directly behind her and goose bumps rose on her back. “I’ve done Shibari a few times here at the club and it can get a bit distracting.”

  Oh. She’d watched him tie others up several times over the past few years and had always been curious what it would be like to be on the receiving end. Her disappointment must have shown, because he leaned over and placed a kiss to her shoulder.

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. But if you like this, then perhaps we can try it again. At my place where we can have time and no interruptions.”

  She hadn’t seen this side of him before. It had always been his playfulness that had kept her coming back to him. To feel the force of his possessive Dom self, well, that was something she hadn’t quite expected.

  Clearing her throat, she forced her body to relax and turned her face to the side in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him. “We’ll see how I enjoy things. But that’s a possibility.”

  “A chance is all I ask for.” She got the impression he wasn’t talking simply about the bondage.

  He didn’t ask permission and went to work undoing the tiny hooks that held her corset together. “One of these days I’m going to buy you a proper corset with lacing. You’d love the feeling as it pulls tight across your chest.”

  “But who would do it up for me? I live alone, remember?”

  “You could always give me a call. I can be your dresser.”

  She shivered as the corset came free and fell to the floor. She blamed the cool air and not the idea of him showing up at her place to dress her for a night at the club. That was in no way arousing. Nope. Not at all.

  “Stand up. The skirt has to go as well.”

  “You just didn’t like me teasing you.” She complied, though, pulling her panties down at the same time.