Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “I had a bath and then my brain wouldn’t stop spinning.” She shut the door, turned and shoved her hands in the pockets of her robe. “It’s weird, but I normally don’t feel this unsettled after leaving the club. Normally it’s just the opposite.”

  “I get that.” He mirrored her posture, his gaze slipping to the floor. “I’m not used to being so affected by my time with a submissive. It was...”

  She hated to see him struggling for words. She shut the door, turned around and leaned back against it. “Unnerving?”

  “No. Not at all.” His gaze was even, open, and she could see he was telling the truth. “It was amazing. I wanted to mark it down as nothing more than simple infatuation, but that would cheapen what I felt. I’d been thinking about you off and on for over a year. Tonight I finally got to experience what it would be like to have you in my life. It was more than I could have dreamed. You’re an incredible woman.”

  She wasn’t sure how, but she understood what he meant, this feeling of connection between them. “It’s weird. I’ve spent time with Doms in the past, but you were the first one who got into my head.”

  “I really like you.” He reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. “If you are willing to try, I’d like to see if we can make something more between us.”

  Her head spun as her body swayed closer to his. “I have to be honest with you. I’m a switch. And while I don’t always want to be in control there are times when I do. I’m not sure I can give that up.”

  He smiled. “I’m sure on those occasions we can find someone at the club for you to play with. I’d enjoy watching you work someone over.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  She couldn’t believe that this man was willing to do these things for her. “I think I would love the chance to get to know you better.”

  “I know it’s late and this isn’t the right time. We should talk in the morning once you’ve had a chance to rest. I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space like this.” He moved toward the door.

  “No.” 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 know this is crazy, but would you want to stay tonight?”

  Master Grant tipped her head back and stared into her eyes. “What?”

  “Stay tonight,” she whispered against him. “We don’t have to have sex or anything. I was actually watching a movie. I’d love to have some company. Please.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She could see how cautious he was being and knew he’d approach most things with that same consideration. “Yes. More than anything in the world.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  The End

  Start at the beginning.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Adam

  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.

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

  “Thank God. I figured if I woke you up you’d kick my ass.”

  “I had a 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 know this probably could have waited until Monday, but I didn’t think I could see you at work without us having talked things through a bit first. It would be—”

  “Weird.” She grinned at him as they said it at the same time. “I’m glad you came by. I have to admit, I couldn’t get you out of my head after we parted company.”

  “Me too. I got home and found no matter what I did, I couldn’t forget how you made me feel. Knowing you at work only made you all the more...intoxicating.” He shrugged. “If nothing else, you know you can boss me around at lunchtime and I won’t mind.”

  “Now that will prove to be interesting. Maybe I’ll start sending you cryptic emails just to see what reaction I get.”

  He stepped closer, but didn’t make a move to touch her. “I really like you. I have since before I knew you were into the same things as I am. When 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. I want to be with you, have you look after me. Likewise, you make me want to take care of you. That’s saying something, coming from me.”

  Her head spun as her body swayed closer to his. Knowing she couldn’t hold back any longer, she reached out and cupped his cheek. “It’s a bit early for that. But...I do feel like there could be something here. Something more than what I first thought.”

  “I know it’s late and this isn’t the right time, but I want to try and make this work between us. I’m not naive enough to think we won’t have some challenges, things we’ll need to work through, but I get the feeling you and I will make a great team.”

  God, she wanted nothing more than to say yes to him. To take this chance and see where it would take them. “You know, I don’t really know a lot about you.”

  He straightened, lacing his hands behind his back. “I’m the middle child of three, my mum is an accountant and my dad is a pilot. When I was a kid I wanted to be a rock star, and even made my parents pay for music lessons.”

  “Drums?”

  “Bass, actually.” He grinned. “I’m quite good. Play in a band and we’ve performed a few gigs over the years for fun.”

  She could picture him up on the stage, swaying to the rhythm of the music, putting his heart and soul into the song. “I’d like to see you play sometime.”

  “Three weeks from Friday. I’ll make sure you have front-row seats.”

  He didn’t pull away and she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a soft kiss on the lips. This wasn’t a lust-fueled mash of flesh on flesh, but the gentled promise of something more. Something that might one day grow to be love.

  “Want to stay for a bit?” she whispered against him. “I have wine and bad horror flicks to offer.”

  “Are you sure? I kinda showed up out of the blue.”

  “Consider it an order.”

  He grinned against her lips. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  The End

  Start at the beginning.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Master Thomas

  Go Back

  Tegan opened the door, unable to contain her surprise. “Thomas? What the hell are you doing here?”

  He was still wearing all of his leather and had his hands behind his back. “Hey. Did I wake you?”

  “No. I’d just had a bath and was watching some TV.” This was odd, even for her. “Can I help you?”

  “You left without saying goodbye.” Master Thomas pulled out a leather collar from behind his back. “I saw you playing tonight and wanted a bit of fun myself. But then you ran off into the night and I had to come track you down.”

  She stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Despite everything she’d done tonight, here was the one man who she hadn’t spent any time with. The man who she’d had a crush on for years. She’d never gotten up the nerve to follow through. Thankfully, Thomas was far more perceptive than she’d realized.

  Could she simply ignore all the emotions that had raged through her tonight, do something just for the hell of it? “So this is just sex?”

 
“Yup.” He grinned. “But I buy you breakfast.”

  Fuck it. Life-altering commitments could wait for another day. Opening the door wide, she waved him in. “Yes, Sir.”

  The End

  Start at the beginning.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Wax On, Get Off

  Go Back

  It took Tegan’s eyes a few minutes to adjust to the dim light of the room. The scent of oils and perfumes hit her quickly, increasing in strength the farther she went into the room. As her eyes grew used to the light, she realized that the room had several beds, each of which was surrounded by candles.

  And there were naked people on the beds.

  A sharp inhalation caught her attention. Walking over to the closest of the beds, her mouth dropped open at the artwork currently on display. Artwork was the only word that could adequately describe the blended wax design that covered the entirety of the woman’s back and thighs. It was a stunning display that begged her to reach out and touch it. The wax was smooth beneath her fingertips, the bumps from the layers of wax soft to the touch and still warm from its application.

  The woman moaned and spread her legs a bit wider. Tegan looked around, but whomever was responsible for producing this display had abandoned his subject for the time being. Oh, this was just too good a possibility to pass up.

  She moved around to the woman’s head and squatted down so she could look her in the eyes. “Hey.” Her voice came out soft, a bit raspy. She swallowed hard before continuing. “I’m Tegan.”

  The woman blinked a few times, as though her brain had gone on a mini vacation. “Hi.”

  “It looks like you’ve been having some fun.” Without thinking too much about what she was doing, she brushed a strand of hair from the woman’s face. “What’s your name?”

  “Jen.” She licked her lips. “Horny.”

  “I can see that. Someone painted you up and left you all alone.”

  Jen closed her eyes and smiled. “He likes the wax. Doesn’t care so much about the sex.”

  “That hardly seems fair.” Tegan wasn’t normally one for playing with other women, but there was something about seeing Jen’s languid body painted in a waxy rainbow that turned her on. She pushed her fingers through Jen’s blond hair, petting her, massaging her scalp until the other woman was moaning. “Did he tell you that you couldn’t do anything about it?”

  “No. He’s not a Dom. I just...wanted to feel.” She licked her lips. “I loved the burn.”

  Tegan stood, her legs having grown considerably shaky, and walked around Jen’s side. She kept her hand on the other woman, wanting to make sure that she knew where Tegan was at all times. It had the added bonus of allowing her to touch the wax, explore where it was on Jen’s skin, and discover the few areas that hadn’t been coated.

  “More.” Jen widened her legs until they were barely left on the bed. “Please.”

  “This is too beautiful to ruin.”

  “More.”

  There were a number of used candles around the base of the bed. Only one was still lit, and the wick was little more than a flicker. The wax base was warm in her hands and Tegan retrieved it from its hiding spot. Curious, she poured a little of the hot wax onto her open palm. The sting only lasted a moment, far less than the bite from any whip or paddle. But the residual tingle sunk deep into her skin as the wax dried, pulling as she moved.

  The man who’d painted Jen had been more concerned with artwork than actually getting her off. While the backs of her thighs had been coated, he’d avoided her pussy. In fact, Tegan could imagine how amazing it would feel to have the wax stretched across the sensitive skin, near her clit, across her nipples.

  “I need you to turn over.” She patted Jen’s ass. “Carefully.”

  With a soft moan, she rolled over. The movement broke apart the wax on her skin, sending it falling to the bed and floor in a multicolored rainfall. That only distracted her momentarily from the fresh canvas presented to her, the expanse of naked flesh comprised of breasts, neck, stomach and pussy.

  Tegan had to force herself to relax her hold on the candle. “You’re beautiful.”

  Jen’s lids had slipped closed as though she’d fallen asleep, but her lips tugged up into a soft smile. “Thanks.”

  “I can’t promise to be as artistic as the man who painted your back.” Tegan held out the candle, tipping it so the wax rested on the cusp without falling. “But I promise I won’t leave you wanting for more.”

  The first splash of wax landed in a raindrop pattern across the tops of Jen’s breasts. Tegan watched her chest expand as she sucked in a lungful of air. She didn’t otherwise move, try to cover herself or get away. Jen’s nipples quickly hardened and a swath of goose bumps rose across her skin.

  Tegan splashed more wax, this time in a line between Jen’s breasts, all the way to the top of her pussy. She could see Jen’s clit clearly, her mound bald and smooth, leaving nothing to the imagination. The temptation to drip wax across the skin was tempting, but Tegan didn’t want to do something to hurt her.

  Jen widened her legs and bucked her hips. “Please.”

  With her heart pounding, Tegan brought the candle closer to her pussy. “This will hurt.”

  “Not as much as you might think. Do it.”

  Unlike the small splashes she’d done previously, Tegan tipped the candle and poured a long bead across the top of Jen’s cunt. The wax rolled down her skin, leaving a hardened trail as it went. The folds of her labia turned red, causing Jen’s clit to stand out even more. Her breathing had grown more labored with each successive application of wax to her body. Tegan knew this was only the culminating factor, the bit that threatened to push Jen over the edge to orgasm.

  Maybe it was the Domme in her, but she didn’t want Jen to come that quickly. She’d only just started playing, and now that she’d found her feet, Tegan wasn’t ready to stop just yet. Leaning in, she placed a single kiss to Jen’s clit, before standing up and moving back to her side.

  “Fuck.” Jen thrashed her head from side to side. “Come on. Please.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Bitch.” There was no heat to the curse, but Tegan wasn’t about to let it go unpunished.

  The next splash of wax was directly to Jen’s nipple. She cried out and clutched the sides of the bed. It was as though she wanted to fight the pain, or else the pleasure had simply grown to be too much for her. Either way, it didn’t stop Tegan from repeating the action to Jen’s other nipple.

  “I had no idea putting wax on someone could be this much fun.” Tegan ran the pad of her thumb across Jen’s nipples. “It’s addictive.”

  “There’s something better.” Jen’s lips were only half open, but Tegan could see the lust in her hooded gaze. “Taking it off.”

  Oh. She hadn’t even considered that. Carefully setting the candle down, Tegan reached out and thumbed the side of Jen’s encased peak. The other woman continued to stare at Tegan, her mouth opened in a half pant, her tongue occasionally darting out to taste the air. That simple movement was too much for Tegan to resist. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jen’s mouth. She tasted salty with a hint of coffee. Her lips were far softer than a man’s, with no stubble scratching at her chin. Maybe she’d have to reconsider seeking out women as partners. While she wasn’t interested in anything long-term, there was something to be said for the comfort that a woman’s body offered.

  With her lips still pressed to Jen’s, Tegan took hold of the edge of the wax and ripped it off. She swallowed Jen’s gasp, deepening their kiss as she played with the abused nipple. Tegan blindly groped for the other nipple, moaning herself as Jen’s fingers entwined in her hair, holding her close. This time as she ripped it off, Jen didn’t react, her attention seemingly fixed on devouring Tegan’s mouth.

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p; Pulling back with a gasp, Tegan looked down into her lust-filled eyes. “I don’t have a lot of experience with women.”

  “Me either. Don’t really care right now.”

  “That’s good. I’m going to make you come.”

  Jen chuckled. “Promises, promises.”

  “Bitch.” Tegan reluctantly pushed away, and resumed her previous position between Jen’s legs. “Is now the time to tell you that I sometimes take on the role of Domme?”

  “That explains a few things.” Jen chuckled again, this time bending her legs so her feet were near her ass. “I’d really appreciate it, Ma’am, if you’d get me off. It’s been a frustrating evening to this point.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  Ignoring the one place Tegan most wanted to touch, she began to pick and tear the wax from the sensitive spot between Jen’s thigh and body. The skin was reddened from the heat, a mark left behind once the wax was pulled free. She was tempted to apply more, repeat the entire process simply to tease Jen more. If it didn’t mean putting off her own release, she very well might have.

  “Another time,” she whispered as she lowered her face to Jen’s pussy and licked one long swipe up the length of her clit.

  Jen’s moan took on a desperate tone, and Tegan felt every muscle in her body tense as she pressed down on a spot where the wax had previously been. Tegan didn’t know exactly what the sensations coursing through the other woman’s body felt like, but she could guess. That intermingling of pleasure and pain that overrode all thought and logic, that blanked out your ability to resist and forced you to simply give yourself over to it all. Yes, Tegan had been on that end of things more than once.

  She could tell from the swell of Jen’s clit and the wetness that covered the insides of her thighs that she wasn’t going to last very long. That was fine because she was surprisingly close to the edge herself. Pressing two fingers into Jen’s pussy, Tegan began to fuck her with her hand while sucking her clit. The passage was so slick, her fingers moved easily in and out. It took next to no time for Jen to start gasping for air and for her hips to buck in time with Tegan’s motions. Unwilling to hold back any longer, Tegan sucked hard as she curled her fingers, searching for the spot sure to push Jen over.