Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  With a sharp tug, he pulled it tight and finished the final knot. “There. Isn’t that better?”

  Tegan nodded. “Yes, Sir. Much better.”

  He ran a finger along her clit, across the bare skin of her lips. Her pussy clenched, but there was nothing there, leaving her aching for more contact. He continued to touch her, the soft scratches of his nails switching to sharp slaps and pinches against her skin, her nipples. The torture continued for hours, though in reality it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. Never knowing what his touch would bring, Tegan was finally able to switch her mind off and let her body simply be.

  She was floating on a cloud of sensation—the scent of arousal in the dungeon, a confusing mix of touches against her body, the way his fingers tasted when he shoved them into her mouth. Others moaned and cried out around her, a constant reminder that they weren’t alone, that anyone could come by and see, play, use her body the way they wanted.

  “I find it amusing that you don’t seem to remember me.” Master Grant took the top of her clit between his forefinger and thumb, pinching lightly. “I know it’s been a while, but I tend to be a man my submissives don’t forget easily.”

  She rolled her head, lacking the strength to lift it off the bed, and stared at him. There was no way she’d forget a man like him. It wasn’t possible unless she’d been drunk, and that was something she never did at Mavericks.

  Master Grant reached under the bed without releasing her clit. If anything, he increased the pressure as he withdrew the object of his searching. “I think we’ll have to see if I can make you remember.”

  The dildo was not one for beginners. The thick, black silicone cock was easily ten inches in length and bigger around than a normal man would be. There was no way her body would be able to take all of it into her, and she’d feel every inch of it when he’d push it into her pussy. With a smirk on his face, Master Grant pressed the tip of the dildo to her lips.

  “Get it wet.”

  She didn’t hesitate this time, opening her mouth wide and swallowing as much of the cock as she could. Master Grant held her gaze as he began to fuck her mouth with it, his lips parted and his face flushing as he watched. Emboldened by his response, she started to put on a show of her own. Moaning, she sucked the cock loudly, hooding her gaze and making sure to get the silicone nice and wet.

  He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, ensuring her mouth stayed clamped around the dildo. Spit spilled from her mouth and down her face as he went deeper into her throat. When she thought she wouldn’t be able to handle any more, he pulled the dildo from her mouth.

  “You took that so well. You like playing, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak, but her enthusiasm for their playtime hadn’t waned.

  “I’m going to fuck you with this now.” There was no teasing, no preamble as he took the cock and ran it across her clit, pushing it into her waiting cunt. “No coming until I say, Tegan.”

  Wait a minute. She hadn’t told him her name.

  There was something in his voice, something that tickled the back of her brain as familiar. She looked at his face again, trying to dredge up the memory of where she knew him from. There was no way she’d be able to forget a Dom who could play her body so perfectly. Hell, she hadn’t even come yet and she was already planning when they could get together to play again. Master Grant forced the head of the giant phallus the first few inches into her pussy, pumping it in and out a few times while she adjusted to its girth. Goddammit, that was big.

  “It’s been a while since I saw you last. I wasn’t sure what to make of you when we first spoke. I could tell without you saying so that you were a sub. My dick was hard for hours after that.”

  Tegan gasped as he forced the cock into her further. Too much too fast, but he didn’t relent. Slowly, her body took what he gave her and began to want more.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Not until you remember who I am.” He increased the pace, using his other hand to pinch at her clit. “I know you will. So open your eyes and look at me.”

  Shit, she hadn’t realized they’d slipped closed. Blinking madly, she fought to focus on his face. “When?” Her question didn’t quite make sense, but he thankfully understood.

  “A year and a half ago.” He moved his hand from her clit to her nipple “You were wearing a black teddy and had come alone.”

  A year and a half? Hell, she did well to remember casual acquaintances from two weeks ago. Tegan shook her head, only to try and arch into his touch as he pinched her nipple.

  Master Grant pushed the cock into her deep, leaving it seated as far as it could go while he moved from between her legs to the side of the table. Leaning down so their noses were pressed together, she looked him straight in the eye.

  And in an instant, she remembered. “The naughty pajama party.”

  It had been an annual event, one that Mavericks had taken great pride in. People had skipped out on the leather and came wearing silk, or nothing at all. The entire upstairs had been turned into one giant bed, a place where everyone could roll around together. The downstairs had consisted of mounds of pillows and a soft covering over the normally hard floor. It had taken place only a few weeks before the fire that had destroyed the club.

  Tegan had chosen a silk teddy and a thong. She’d been planning on meeting Eli that night, but her friend had been a no-show, leaving her to look for a playmate. Not in the mood for a hard-core scene, she’d been pleased to find a Dom who was more than happy to hold her hands still and fuck her from behind. He’d pinched and sucked her skin until she had been mad with pleasure. They’d even gone so far as to spoon together in a pile of pillows, while Tegan’s body floated on her orgasmic high.

  He chuckled, cracking his Dom mask. “And she remembers.”

  She more than remembered, wanting his cock again, not this fake thing he currently had inside her. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “No.” He pinched her nipple again. “Not yet.”

  “But I remember. I remember you.”

  “Not yet.”

  Abandoning her side to return between her legs, he took hold of the phallus once more. He said nothing as he started fucking her with the dildo. There was no mercy in his motions, filling her up over and over until Tegan’s world threatened to explode. Sounds spilled from her mouth, uncontrollable noises that were a mix of groans and cries of pleasure.

  “You thought too much then, as well. Trapped in your head. I knew it would be beautiful to take you apart. Even more so when I put you back together.”

  Tears began to roll down her cheeks as the intensity of the pleasure grew. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back from her orgasm any longer. He’d be disappointed, leave her before she got what she needed from him.

  “Stop!” She shook her head and tried to squirm away from the cock. “Please, I don’t want to.”

  “Don’t want to what? What don’t you want to do?”

  “Come. I don’t want to be bad.”

  It took her a moment to realize he’d pulled the dildo from her body and dropped it to the floor. He slipped his forearm under her neck and cradled her face to his chest. Her tears soaked into the cotton of his shirt, warmed by his body heat.

  “You’re being a good girl. You told me when you knew you wouldn’t last. That’s good.”

  “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She chanted over and over. There were no other words left in her brain. Even the dungeon around them had faded out of existence. It was only Tegan and her Master, together in the dark.

  “I think you’ve earned a treat.”

  Tegan couldn’t move as he loosened the ropes from the bed. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he wrapped his arms around her. She knew he was strong, but was
shocked as he picked her up, bound as she was, and carefully placed her back on the bed, this time on her front.

  Given the position of how she was bound, her ass was high in the air, and her pussy was completely exposed to him. He ran his hands down the swell of her ass, squeezing the skin and pulling the cheeks apart.

  “But you were a bad girl too. You didn’t remember who I was, what we did together. You told me back then that we should get together for another scene. Maybe even go for dinner and get to know each other.”

  He’d given her his phone number, she remembered now. Back then she knew he was a Dom through and through. She’d thought long and hard before throwing out his number. Because while it had been her suggestion to get together again, Tegan knew she wasn’t ready for something as intense as what Grant would give her.

  Not then. But maybe now.

  Tegan turned her face so her cheek was flush against the padding. The leather was soft and comforting, having been heated from her skin.

  “I’m going to spank you now. Twenty strikes. You think about what it is you want, not just tonight, but going forward.”

  That was all the warning she received. The first three slaps came hard and fast, all in the same spot. Her skin burned and the pain was far from the pleasant tingle she’d wanted. He switched sides, but didn’t lessen the intensity. Her entire ass was enflamed, the heat from the contact already soaking into her body.

  “Why didn’t you call me, Tegan? I knew you liked what I’d given you. And that was only a taste.”

  Two sharp spanks to the backs of each thigh. He then ran his hands along the inside of her spread thighs. Tegan’s mind was struggling to form thoughts, but the words still slipped from her.

  “I was scared.”

  He ran the back of his hand across her wet pussy. “Scared of what?”

  “You?”

  Most men might take offense to such a statement. Master Grant simply chuckled. “Scared of me, or scared of how your body reacted to me? Scared of what we might be able to do together?”

  Arrogant Dom. “Please.”

  He landed five more spanks, each one in a different location. By now her entire lower half was on fire, the skin growing sensitive to the air in the room. She groaned and wiggled her hips. The intensity was almost too much for her. She needed to come, to move, anything that would break her out of this spell she’d slipped under.

  “Five more to go.” He shifted around, reaching beneath her to pinch her nipples. She felt the twinge of pleasure straight down to her pussy, but it still wasn’t enough to push her over the edge.

  “Tell me why you didn’t call.”

  Shit, there was no getting out of this. Tegan licked her lips, trying to rub some moisture onto them before forcing out an answer. “I was scared that I wouldn’t be enough for you. Scared because I’m a switch and you’re not and that sometimes I need to be the boss but that you’d never want that.”

  He made a humming noise in the back of his throat. “So you thought I wouldn’t let you play with someone else if that’s what you needed. Interesting.”

  The last five spanks came without any preamble. She was so far gone by this point the pain didn’t register any longer, having melted into that hybrid mix of pleasure and numbness. She couldn’t fight the sensations anymore, so she simply let them wash over her.

  It was heaven.

  “I’m going to fuck you.” He squeezed her ass cheeks, sending another wave of pain through her. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  She nodded, unable to speak any longer. He didn’t press the matter. Tegan couldn’t see what he was doing, but she recognized the sounds. The swoosh of denim falling down, the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor, the unmistakable noise of a condom wrapper being torn open.

  Yes, this was it. She’d waited so long to be fucked again by a Dom, a man so in control of himself, so confident that she could simply let go. It would be rough and all-consuming.

  Tegan closed her eyes and waited.

  Like his spankings, there was no subtlety in his approach. Master Grant got up onto the bondage bed behind her, grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her with a single thrust. That unrelenting push was almost enough to shove her over the edge. She gritted her teeth and did her best to keep her body relaxed. Thank God there was no contact on her clit. She wouldn’t have been able to stop herself otherwise.

  “You’re an amazing woman, baby, but you know nothing about me.” He set a punishing pace, slamming into her with hard, even strokes. “I might be a Dom, but I’m still a man. I’m looking for someone special. I wanted that to be you. Still do.”

  She tried to look back at him, but bound as she was, she couldn’t manage it. Master Grant slapped her hip and she instantly dropped her cheek back to the bed.

  “You look when I say you can look.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’d been watching you for ages. I’d even talked to Josh about you. Learning what you liked so I could make things interesting. If it hadn’t been for that damned fire, I would have chased you down the next time you showed up at the club.”

  Oh.

  Tegan had no idea that he’d been interested in her. Other than the night of the pajama party, she’d only been aware of him as one of the club’s Doms. So out of her league, it wasn’t even worth her consideration.

  And he’d been watching her.

  “That night we were together stayed with me.” He slowed his thrusts, keeping Tegan on edge. “After the fire I even went to some of the other clubs to see if you would show. I would have taken you from them, out to dinner or for a coffee. Something so we could get to know each other better.”

  “Please.” A sob escaped her. “I need...I can’t...”

  “You never came to any of the other places. But I knew you’d show tonight. That you’d be drawn back to this place. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  There was suddenly a new sound—the snap of a cap being opened. The lube was cool as it trickled across her asshole. The rubbing of his thumb insistent, until he forced it past the ring of muscles. The sudden fullness of her body coupled with the sensitivity of her skin pushed Tegan to the brink. She opened her mouth to beg, plead for release, but she’d lost the ability to speak. Nothing else existed except him and her, pain and pleasure. Her muscles quivered and an inner fire threatened to consume her.

  Master Grant leaned forward, his thumb going deeper into her ass while his cock became buried to the hilt. “Come. Now.”

  There was no gentle cresting of pleasure for her, no pulsing waves that rippled out through her body. This was an orgasm that shattered her universe, tore her apart with fire, ripping through every cell instantly. Tegan’s mind blanked and all she was aware of was the pounding of Master Grant and the pleasure that consumed her.

  He squeezed her hips as he came. Unlike her cries of pleasure, he didn’t make a noise. Even in his release he was strong, contained—the perfect Dom. With one final powerful thrust, he came to a rest. She shivered, her body completely beyond her control. Master Grant silently slipped from her body and disposed of the condom. She was only aware of his return when she felt his fingers rubbing soothing lotion into her skin.

  “No welts and no broken skin. You’ll be fine if you want to keep playing tonight.”

  Tegan couldn’t muster the strength to respond. Instead, she let him release her hands from her ankles, and slip the bondage mitts from her hands. He then straightened out her limbs, taking time to rub the life back into each of them. When he got to her face, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

  “Are you okay?”

  She opened her eyes and looked into his. He’d come out of his Dom role and she got the impression this was the man, Grant, who asked the question. Tegan managed a smile and a short nod.

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sp; “I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to one of the beds.”

  He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, curling her into his body so she could enjoy his warmth. He hadn’t bothered to put his pants back on, so as he sat down on the recovery bed, she came into contact with flesh, liked the way he felt. The coarseness of his hair and the press of his half-erect cock against her sensitive ass were comfortable against her heated skin.

  Tegan let herself float until she got her body back under control. “So...you were looking for me?”

  He kissed the top of her head. “Yeah. Josh used to tease me about my infatuation. I was new to town and didn’t have a handle on the club, let alone knowing what someone like you would expect from me.” He cupped her cheek. “Now I do. I had a lot of time to read, practice, fantasize about what I’d do with you the next time we met.”

  Whoa.

  Tegan had long given up on the idea of having a shot at a serious relationship. Most guys she dated weren’t into the whole Dom thing, and they certainly weren’t about to let her have her way with them. With the exception of Eli, most Doms weren’t cool with the idea of her either taking control for a night, or inviting someone else in so she could.

  Maybe she’d been too hasty about writing Grant off back then.

  “So are you tired? Were you done for the night?”

  Tegan pressed her head to his shoulder. He’d certainly put her through her paces tonight, and her body was still tingling from the experience. She’d been out of the game for a while, and she hated to call it a night. Not when she had such an attentive partner willing to push her buttons.

  “I’m not sure.” She turned her face and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of sex and sweat.

  “I’d certainly be happy to keep playing.” Grant nipped at her nose. “Or if you’re interested, we could head down the street to Pulled Long for a coffee. Take some time to get to know each other.”

  Tegan shivered and he wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter.