Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  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 were bearing witness to an artist producing a masterpiece.

  Eli 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. Eli 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 by 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, she 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 he 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 he 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.”

  He 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.” Shit, 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.”

  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 leaves Eli and looks for more fun.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Home Sweet Home

  Go Back

  Tegan was still damp from her bath as she plopped herself down onto the couch. Her wine had opened up nicely as she swallowed down a healthy portion of it before turning the television on.

  God, she didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so wrung out from any activity, let alone sex. The club had b
een both amazing and confusing. She’d come harder and more frequently than she ever remembered. She could still feel his hands on her body, smell his unique scent. This wasn’t her, sitting home alone pining away for a man who she wasn’t certain was right for her. There were so many reasons why it was wrong, she couldn’t see to find a way past it.

  Shit, this wasn’t what she’d been expecting when she’d gotten her invitation to Mavericks. Tonight was supposed to have been about getting back into the scene, having fun, getting laid. Instead here she was, sexually satisfied but emotionally wrung out and confused. There had to be a way she could find someone who could satisfy her need to be loved, while satisfying her kinky desires. Someone who met all her needs.

  A scream from the movie that was on pulled her from her dark thoughts. Of course, she was being a bit of a drama queen. So many of her friends had found partners at Mavericks, people who they connected with on a level she’d yet to find, she’d become a bit jealous. It hadn’t helped that she’d done her fair part to confuse matters, her tangled emotions causing her to push him away when she shouldn’t have. Tonight had proven their sexual compatibility. Why couldn’t she simply accept that and enjoy what they had?

  She’d finished nearly all of her wine and began to refill her glass when there was a knock at the door. It was nearly one-thirty in the morning. Who the hell would be calling on her this time of night?

  She pulled her bath robe tighter around her as she set her glass down and went to see who it was. Rising up on her toes to peer out her peephole, she sucked in a breath when she saw who it was. Maybe she hadn’t screwed things up after all.

  Tegan sees Eli.

  Tegan sees Master Grant.

  Tegan sees Adam.

  Tegan sees someone unexpected.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Home Sweet Home

  Go Back

  Tegan was still damp from her bath as she plopped herself down onto the couch. Her wine had opened up nicely as she swallowed down a healthy portion of it before turning the television on.

  God, she didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so wrung out from any activity, let alone sex. The club had been both amazing and confusing. She’d come harder and more frequently than she ever remembered. She could still feel his hands on her body, smell his unique scent. This wasn’t her, sitting home alone pining away for a man who she wasn’t certain was right for her. There were so many reasons why it was wrong, she couldn’t see to find a way past it.

  Shit, this wasn’t what she’d been expecting when she’d gotten her invitation to Mavericks. Tonight was supposed to have been about getting back into the scene, having fun, getting laid. Instead here she was, sexually satisfied but emotionally wrung out and confused. There had to be a way she could find someone who could satisfy her need to be loved, while satisfying her kinky desires. Someone who met all her needs.

  A scream from the movie that was on pulled her from her dark thoughts. Of course, she was being a bit of a drama queen. So many of her friends had found partners at Mavericks, people who they connected with on a level she’d yet to find, she’d become a bit jealous. It hadn’t helped that she’d done her fair part to confuse matters, her tangled emotions causing her to push him away when she shouldn’t have. Tonight had proven their sexual compatibility. Why couldn’t she simply accept that and enjoy what they had?

  She’d finished nearly all of her wine and began to refill her glass when there was a knock at the door. It was nearly one-thirty in the morning. Who the hell would be calling on her this time of night?

  She pulled her bath robe tighter around her as she set her glass down and went to see who it was. Rising up on her toes to peer out her peephole, she sucked in a breath when she saw who it was. Maybe she hadn’t screwed things up after all.

  Tegan sees Eli.

  Tegan sees Master Grant.

  Tegan sees Adam.

  Tegan sees someone unexpected.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Eli

  Go Back

  Tegan took a deep breath before opening the door. “Hey.”

  He smiled, though this time there wasn’t any of his normal confidence. “Hey yourself. I’m sorry it’s late, but I had to see you.”

  This was it. He was here, as if he’d materialized from her dreams and placed on her doorstep. Now was the time to put things right, to see if they could make something more of their relationship.

  “I’m a bit surprised, given how we’d left things.”

  “I know.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. For the first time in the years that she’d known him, he appeared to be struggling for words. “After you left I couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you said. How you were looking for something more, something beyond the sex. I probably should have waited to call you tomorrow, but I couldn’t. It took me forever to get your address from Paul. I had to swear up and down that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid before Sadie finally convinced him to give it.”

  A part of her thought she should be mad at Paul, but if Eli had convinced Sadie about his sincerity, then she shouldn’t be too hasty. Tegan stepped back, holding the door wide. “Come on in. I was just watching a movie.”

  “Good. I thought you might be in bed already. I really didn’t want to wake you.”

  “I had my bath and then found I couldn’t sleep.” She shut the door, turned and shoved her hands in the pockets of her robe. “My brain wouldn’t stop spinning.”

  “Neither would mine.” He mirrored her posture, his gaze slipping to the floor. “I’m really sorry about earlier. When you left, I wanted nothing more than to chase you down and make things up to you. You deserved far better than what I gave you tonight.”

  Had he done that, she knew things would have gone far differently than their current conversation. “No, you didn’t do anything. I overreacted to the situation. I guess in all the excitement about the club reopening, I forgot that I’ve wanted something more than casual sex, even though I love going there. It would be so much better to share a place like Mavericks with someone I care about.”

  “I really like you.” He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I have since we met. Every time I’m with you I feel this tingle in my chest that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with simply being with you.”

  Her head spun as her body swayed closer to his. “I feel the same.”

  “I know it’s late and this isn’t the right time, but I want to try and make this work between us. Something more permanent.”

  “Yes.” The fear and cold that had clutched at her chest since she’d left the club vanished in a heartbeat. She smiled and pressed her body against his. “I want that too.”

  He tipped her head back and kissed her softly on the lips. This wasn’t a lust-fueled mash of flesh on flesh, but the gentle promise of something more. Something that could even be love.

  For a moment, she hesitated before she pushed the doubts away and took him by the hand. “Come on.”

  They fell onto the couch, thighs touching. She turned the volume down as yet another victim fell prey to the killer’s knife. “Did you want something to drink?”

  “I’m good.” He took her hand and toyed with her fingers. “I like your place. This is exactly how I pictured it.”

  “Really?”

  “It’s comfortable. Fun. But there are bits that show just how smart you are.” Lacing their hands together, he gave hers a squeeze. “So what’s the movie about?”

  “Killers, horny teenagers, bad special effects.”

  “I think I might have seen this one.”

  Grinning, she shifted position so their shoulders were now pressed together as well. “If you want some wine I can get another glass.”

  “I’m good.”


  “A blanket?”

  “I’m good.” He grinned and patted her leg. “We’ll take this nice and slow.”

  “Okay.” Tegan knew he was serious and let herself relax. When he draped his arm around her shoulders, she knew that things were going to work out just fine.

  The End

  Start at the beginning.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Master Grant

  Go Back

  Tegan took a deep breath before opening the door. “Hey.”

  “Hello.” He smiled, though for the first time since they’d been together, he didn’t look confident. “I’m sorry it’s late, but I had to see you.”

  This was it. He was here, as if he’d materialized from her dreams and placed on her doorstep. Now was the time to put things right, to see if they could make something more of their relationship.

  “How did you know where I lived?”

  “Master Thomas told me. I went back to the club looking for you after we parted. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” There was something almost sweet about the way he was clearly uncomfortable about his confession. It was the most un-Domlike thing she’d ever seen. “I started talking to him about you and the next thing I knew he was giving me your address. No questions asked.”

  Despite everything that had happened between them, he’d gone back looking for her. He wanted her, and she had no doubt that she wanted more of what he had to offer.

  She stepped back, holding the door wide. “Come on in. I was up.”

  “Good. I thought you might be sleeping. I really didn’t want to wake you.”