Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  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.

  “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.

  Tegan wants to try the violet wand.

  Tegan wants to try the St. Andrew’s Cross.

  Tegan wants to leave.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Closing Time

  Go Back

  Tegan adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she waited for Master Grant to return. He’d wanted to say goodbye to Paul and a few others before they made their way down to Pulled Long. It had been a while since she’d been to the coffee shop herself, not normally down in this section of Toronto unless she was visiting the club. Maybe Paige would be working tonight.

  “Tegan!”

  She turned around to see a mostly naked Eli coming her way. It was odd to see him frowning. Even when he was in Dom mode, Eli always looked as if he could break out in laughter at a moment’s notice. Tegan gave him a little wave, but waited until he got close before she spoke.

  “Did you lose your shirt?”

  “I got hot.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Are you leaving already?”

  “I was going to head down to Pulled with Master Grant. We were going to chat for a bit.”

  Eli looked over his shoulder, drawing Tegan’s attention. Grant was over by the spanking bench, clearly saying his goodbyes.

  “I was hoping you and I would have a chance to spend some time together. It’s been a while for us.”

  She’d always had a soft spot for him, loving the way he made her laugh. They’d even gone on a few dates over the years, but nothing serious had ever developed. Not that she hadn’t given him enough hints...

  “I thought you had your hands full with the two subs. Didn’t think there was enough room on your dance card tonight.”

  He closed the little distance between t
hem, taking her hand in his. “I always have room on my card for you. I thought you knew that by now.”

  Did he? Had she been as blind to him as she had to Grant?

  “Eli, I—”

  “Sorry that took so long.” They both jumped as Grant stepped up beside them. “There are more than a few people here tonight that I haven’t seen in a while.”

  Grant looked down at where Eli still held her hand. It was weird suddenly being in the middle of these two dominant men, each seemingly interested in her after years of her being alone.

  What the hell was going on?

  “I was catching up with Tegan here myself.” Eli ran his thumb across her wrist. “I wanted to see if she was in the mood to have some fun.”

  Grant looked between the two of them, the hackles on the back of his neck visible. “Is that so? We were about to leave for coffee. Weren’t we?”

  “I—” She stepped away from both men and took a deep breath.

  Grant held up his hands. “I might be a Dom, but I’m not an asshole. I’ll wait for you outside for a few minutes. Give you a chance to figure things out and make up your mind.”

  “Grant—”

  He marched past the bouncer and down the stairs without a second look.

  “You don’t need him, Teag. Hell, you don’t even know him. Not the way you know me.” Eli gave her hand a squeeze. “Come back in and we’ll play. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

  Tegan goes with Master Grant.

  Tegan goes with Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Closing Time

  Go Back

  Tegan adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she waited for Master Grant to return. He’d wanted to say goodbye to Paul and a few others before they made their way down to Pulled Long. It had been a while since she’d been to the coffee shop herself, not normally down in this section of Toronto unless she was visiting the club. Maybe Paige would be working tonight.

  “Tegan!”

  She turned around to see a mostly naked Eli coming her way. It was odd to see him frowning. Even when he was in Dom mode, Eli always looked as if he could break out in laughter at a moment’s notice. Tegan gave him a little wave, but waited until he got close before she spoke.

  “Did you lose your shirt?”

  “I got hot.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Are you leaving already?”

  “I was going to head down to Pulled with Master Grant. We were going to chat for a bit.”

  Eli looked over his shoulder, drawing Tegan’s attention. Grant was over by the spanking bench, clearly saying his goodbyes.

  “I was hoping you and I would have a chance to spend some time together. It’s been a while for us.”

  She’d always had a soft spot for him, loving the way he made her laugh. They’d even gone on a few dates over the years, but nothing serious had ever developed. Not that she hadn’t given him enough hints...

  “I thought you had your hands full with the two subs. Didn’t think there was enough room on your dance card tonight.”

  He closed the little distance between them, taking her hand in his. “I always have room on my card for you. I thought you knew that by now.”

  Did he? Had she been as blind to him as she had to Grant?

  “Eli, I—”

  “Sorry that took so long.” They both jumped as Grant stepped up beside them. “There are more than a few people here tonight that I haven’t seen in a while.”

  Grant looked down at where Eli still held her hand. It was weird suddenly being in the middle of these two dominant men, each seemingly interested in her after years of her being alone.

  What the hell was going on?

  “I was catching up with Tegan here myself.” Eli ran his thumb across her wrist. “I wanted to see if she was in the mood to have some fun.”

  Grant looked between the two of them, the hackles on the back of his neck visible. “Is that so? We were about to leave for coffee. Weren’t we?”

  “I—” She stepped away from both men and took a deep breath.

  Grant held up his hands. “I might be a Dom, but I’m not an asshole. I’ll wait for you outside for a few minutes. Give you a chance to figure things out and make up your mind.”

  “Grant—”

  He marched past the bouncer and down the stairs without a second look.

  “You don’t need him, Teag. Hell, you don’t even know him. Not the way you know me.” Eli gave her hand a squeeze. “Come back in and we’ll play. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

  Tegan goes with Master Grant.

  Tegan goes with Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Closing Time

  Go Back

  Tegan adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she waited for Master Grant to return. He’d wanted to say goodbye to Paul and a few others before they made their way down to Pulled Long. It had been a while since she’d been to the coffee shop herself, not normally down in this section of Toronto unless she was visiting the club. Maybe Paige would be working tonight.

  “Tegan!”

  She turned around to see a mostly naked Eli coming her way. It was odd to see him frowning. Even when he was in Dom mode, Eli always looked as if he could break out in laughter at a moment’s notice. Tegan gave him a little wave, but waited until he got close before she spoke.

  “Did you lose your shirt?”

  “I got hot.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Are you leaving already?”

  “I was going to head down to Pulled with Master Grant. We were going to chat for a bit.”

  Eli looked over his shoulder, drawing Tegan’s attention. Grant was over by the spanking bench, clearly saying his goodbyes.

  “I was hoping you and I would have a chance to spend some time together. It’s been a while for us.”

  She’d always had a soft spot for him, loving the way he made her laugh. They’d even gone on a few dates over the years, but nothing serious had ever developed. Not that she hadn’t given him enough hints...

  “I thought you had your hands full with the two subs. Didn’t think there was enough room on your dance card tonight.”

  He closed the little distance between them, taking her hand in his. “I always have room on my card for you. I thought you knew that by now.”

  Did he? Had she been as blind to him as she had to Grant?

  “Eli, I—”

  “Sorry that took so long.” They both jumped as Grant stepped up beside them. “There are more than a few people here tonight that I haven’t seen in a while.”

  Grant looked down at where Eli still held her hand. It was weird suddenly being in the middle of these two dominant men, each seemingly interested in her after years of her being alone.

  What the hell was going on?

  “I was catching up with Tegan here myself.” Eli ran his thumb across her wrist. “I wanted to see if she was in the mood to have some fun.”

  Grant looked between the two of them, the hackles on the back of his neck visible. “Is that so? We were about to leave for coffee. Weren’t we?”

  “I—” She stepped away from both men and took a deep breath.

  Grant held up his hands. “I might be a Dom, but I’m not an asshole. I’ll wait for you outside for a few minutes. Give you a chance to figure things out and make up your mind.”

  “Grant—”

  He marched past the bouncer and down the stairs without a second look.

  “You don’t need him, Teag. Hell, you don’t even know him. Not the way you know me.” Eli gave her hand a squeeze. “Come back in and we’ll play. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

  Tegan goes with Master Grant.

 
Tegan goes with Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Closing Time

  Go Back

  Tegan adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she waited for Master Grant to return. He’d wanted to say goodbye to Paul and a few others before they made their way down to Pulled Long. It had been a while since she’d been to the coffee shop herself, not normally down in this section of Toronto unless she was visiting the club. Maybe Paige would be working tonight.

  “Tegan!”

  She turned around to see a mostly naked Eli coming her way. It was odd to see him frowning. Even when he was in Dom mode, Eli always looked as if he could break out in laughter at a moment’s notice. Tegan gave him a little wave, but waited until he got close before she spoke.

  “Did you lose your shirt?”

  “I got hot.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “Are you leaving already?”

  “I was going to head down to Pulled with Master Grant. We were going to chat for a bit.”

  Eli looked over his shoulder, drawing Tegan’s attention. Grant was over by the spanking bench, clearly saying his goodbyes.

  “I was hoping you and I would have a chance to spend some time together. It’s been a while for us.”

  She’d always had a soft spot for him, loving the way he made her laugh. They’d even gone on a few dates over the years, but nothing serious had ever developed. Not that she hadn’t given him enough hints...

  “I thought you had your hands full with the two subs. Didn’t think there was enough room on your dance card tonight.”

  He closed the little distance between them, taking her hand in his. “I always have room on my card for you. I thought you knew that by now.”

  Did he? Had she been as blind to him as she had to Grant?

  “Eli, I—”