For your eyes only
For your eyes only, can see me through the night
For your eyes only, I never need to hide
You can see so much in me
so much in me that's new
I never felt, until I looked at you
For your eyes only, only for you
You see what no one else can see
Now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only, only for you
The love I know you need in me
The fantasy you freed in me
Only for you, only for you
For your eyes only, the nights are never cold
You really know me, that's all I need to know
Maybe I'm an open book
Because I know you're mine
But you won't need to read between the lines
For your eyes only, only for you
You see what no one else can see
Now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only, only for you
The passions that collide in me
The wild abandoned side of me
Only for you, for your eyes only
(lyrics by Sheena Easton, all rights reserved)
Chapter 1
He sat in a comfy office with no windows. The colors were dark red, creamy and mahagony.
It fitted the owner of the office. Not on the first glance but when you knew Rob, you would understand why his office was not some dark cold place, but rather a comfortable room with warm colors.
"What are you looking for?" Rob asked him and he shrugged.
"A sub obviously. Something easy to handle. I only have Wednesday nights off and I want to get here and live out my cravings that build up during the week."
Rob studied him. He was known for giving every member of his private club exactly what they needed. Every Dom got the sub he or she needed and every sub got that one Dom that would make him or her whole.
"How about a bit of a challenge? I have a woman here, she transferred from Chicago only a couple of month ago. She doesn't submit to just everyone. But she seeks to be submissive, just with the right guy. So it will take a bit of work to make her truly submit to you. But I guess you would be a good match. You like a challenge, don't you?"
He thought about that. He had planned to keep it simple. Get a trained sub, live out his fantasies and be done with it. He really had no patience to train someone. But he couldn't back out of a challenge and Rob knew that.
"Fuck you. Send her to the blue room. If she doesn't work out you will look for someone else."
"I will, but I guess you will be quite happy with my pick. I'll send her to you. Get ready."
Rob extended his hand to his wife and Sub Jennifer. She looked at him lovingly. She may be the submissive down here at the private club, but at the top, in the real world she owned Rob.
Together they went to pick up their newest member.
Her name down here is Cece and she is sitting at the bar talking to his bartender Jonah.
"Cece, I have a date for you. The blue room, now." Cece looks at Rob and turns around again. But he catches her by the arm and pulls her off the chair.
"You will respect me Cece. Now be a good little Sub and go to the blue room. I promise you, you will not regret it."
Her eyes spit fire but she doesn't mouth off to him. He is one of the few men she submits to. They have known each other for two years, back from Chicago, before he met his wife. They shared some hot nights and she respected him.
"Yes...master." With that she leaves the bar and walks to the blue room. The rooms are color coded. There is nothing special about the blue room. You have your usual stuff there. It is good for a first meeting when the partners don't know what the other one will like.
Cece enters the room and locks the door behind herself. It's no airtight lock, just a little snap so no one enters unwanted.
He stands with his back to her, wearing a hooded zipper jacket, black, and worn out blue jeans. He is taller than her by 3 or 4 inches and seemingly well build.
"Rob sends me here. I am Cece." she speaks up and hears his voice for the first time.
"Shut up." he growls and turns around scaring her for a moment.
He wears a mask that covers his mouth and nose. Simple and black and the hood covers almost all of his forehead. She could make out a couple of brownish-red hair strands under the hood. And his eyes. Piercing blue and really intense.
He walks up to her and he is really intimidating with his mask and hood and he only stops when Cece's back hits the door.
"You only talk when I tell you, too." he growls again and it is fascinating that she hears his deep, raspy voice but doesn't see his lips moving.
"I don't work that way. You have to earn my submission."
He is speechless for a moment. There is this beautiful woman. Blonde, long hair, blue eyes, slim but with curves at all the right places, in a tight skirt and only a bra and she is not at all submissive. No, she tells him HE has to earn it. Damn Rob, this is too much work.
"I don't give in to just any man. I guess I am more of a switch I guess."
"You have trouble to trust your Dom." he points out and she shrugs. "I guess you can say that. Had some bad experiences."
"Yet you looked the door without knowing me, giving me your trust."
"Yes, because I trust Rob. He knows what I need and he wouldn't put me with a lunatic."
The man laughs softly but recovers quickly.
"Trust me tonight. Let's find out if this could work. Give in to me and if it works I will teach you how to trust me and experience something really good."
Cece contemplates this option.
"You will have to chain me, make me submit, because I can't. Not with someone new. Not right away."
The man grabs her hands, firmly but not hurting her.
"Come here and let me teach you a lesson sub."
He drags her to the chains on the wall and fixates one of her hands. Before he fixates the other he looks at her.
"What is your safe word?" She smiles. "Rabbit." He chuckles again. "That will work. You okay with me chaining you to this wall?" He has to ask her permission this first time.
"Yes, chain me to the wall and make me come. No intercourse though."
"Okay. Shut up now or I will leave you unsatisfied tonight."
"I don't think..." He puts his hand over her mouth. "Shhhh." he warns and he feels her tongue tasting the inside of his hand.
It turns him on, but she disobeys him which is a no go.
"You will only come when I give you permission to come. You will keep your mouth shut now and make no sound. You talk and I stop. These are the rules. Understood?"
Cece's eyes blazed with defiance but what the hell. She came here for release, so let him work on her. So instead of saying something she just nodded. Which granted her a tender stroke over her head.
"That's a good girl." he appraised her and snapped open the front clasp of her bra, exposing a nice set of firm breast, a little more than a handful, just perfect.
He ran a finger first over the left breast, then over the right one. Her nipples were already erected and he twisted them between his thumb and index finger. Cece had to press her lips together, because it felt good, his rough fingers on her tender flesh. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the desire there, the need to moan and he smiled to himself, because she tried really hard to follow his rules.
"You like this. Hold on."
He left her chained to the wall and went to a little box, taking out something. Nipple clamps.
Cece's gaze fixated on the toy and she liked his thought.
Her Dom noticed it and applied the nipple clamps gently.
"You may moan, quietly." he whispered in her ear because he wanted to hear her. Hear her enjoy this as much as he did. Because he did. He was hard already and the games had only just begun.
"I will take your skirt off now. Is that okay?" She nodded eagerly and for a moment he wanted to punish her for this eagerness but he was getting impatient himself. He wanted to look at her fully naked.
So he lowered her skirt over her firm ass, down her sculpted legs and let her step out of it. He threw the piece of fabric carelessly away and allowed himself to appreciate her nakedness for the first time.
She was gorgeous, she had a Brazilian waxing, she was smooth which he liked. He wanted to touch her immediately but he took his sweet time trailing his index finger up her smooth leg, over her ass and finally to the front. Her skin was soft under his callused hands. Before shoving it between her legs he looked at her.
"You said no intercourse. What about me entering my fingers into you? Or other things?"
She remained quiet, just looked at him. "Permisson to speak sub." he told her and she sighed.
"You ruin the mood. No entering in any form. With nothing. I...can't." Her haunted eyes spoke volumes and he nodded.
"I can work with that. Shut up again."
He ran his thumb over her tender flesh, and with each circle he pushed it a little deeper between her folds. She was getting aroused again, and the skin between her folds was already humid.
When his thumb found her clit, and he circled it lazily she moaned and he let her, she had permisson after all and it made him even harder. He had to adjust himself in his jeans which she noticed. Her gaze was fixated on the bulge in his jeans.
On one hand she wanted to take a look at him, see more than just a piece of his forehead and his eyes, on the other hand she was scared.
Her Dom saw her look and rubbed his jeans clad crotch over her leg, moaning himself now.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his shaft up and down her leg while he continued to circle her clit. More than once he had to stop himself from entering a finger into her vagina. He wanted it so much because Cece was wet, so wet. But he couldn't betray her trust the first night. After all, this was a relationship build on trust, it was essential.
Before he came in his jeans he stopped and breathed heavily.
"I will turn you around now. You like a little slapping?"
She nodded and he loosened one cuff to turn her around, exposing her firm ass to him.
He slapped her gently once and she yelped.
In an instant he pressed his body into hers from behind. "What did I say sub? No sound expect of moaning." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back a little. "You want to come, don't you?"
Instead of answering she rubbed her ass over his bulge and he growled.
"You are the worst sub ever. I will have so much fun teaching you to behave."
He released her hair and went back to the box, taking out a leather cane.
When he slapped her ass with it this time, Cece remained quiet.
Each butt cheek received three little slaps until he forced it between her legs, rubbing the broader leather end over her clit.
"Do you want to come princess?" he asked when he noticed her legs buckle. He couldn't see her eyes so he didn't know how far she was.
Cece nodded and he stepped up to her, shoving his hand between her legs, letting go of the cane.
With two finger he grabbed her clit and massaged he roughly until her felt her come. It was almost too much for him but he restrained himself and enjoyed her climax.
Cece was glad for the support from the chains, because her legs were weak. The orgasm had been such a huge relief she almost wanted to weep with joy.
Her Dom untied her and turned her around. Before she could protest her lifted her up in his arms with ease. He was really strong, hidden underneath all those clothes.
She was thrown on the bed and her master looked down at her. She had had her release, he was still hard as a rock.
"Permission to speak. Do you have a problem with touching me or sucking me off?"
Cece thought about it. Honesty was the most important thing in this relationship.
"I am not good when someone grabs my hair, or pumps into my mouth at first. I...if you would be passive..."
His eyes sparkled. "A challenge? A sub challenges me to remain passive? I like that. Let's do this. I promise I won't move."
He sat down in the leather recliner and opened his zipper. The rest was up to her.
He wiggled his index finger at her, indicating her to come over.
Cece walked lazily up to him, shoving her hands through her long hair which he seemed to appreciate.
She kneeled down in front of him and freed his dick. He was well build. Easily 7 or 8 inches and he was rock hard. She trailed her nails up and down his shaft for a little while, enjoying the smooth flesh. Before she lowered her lips to him she looked into his eyes again, trying to find out if he would be good to his promise.
"I will behave sub. Suck it."
And she did. Her lip opened to guide his big cock into her mouth and he tasted wonderful. She worked him good for a while, but after a couple of minutes his balls tightened and he came. She swallowed every drop and backed away slowly, smiling like a cat who had caught a mouse.
Cece had the urge to kiss him, but she couldn't even make out half of his face underneath the mask. So she raised her hand to her lips and cleaned her mouth.
"Thank you." she told him and he nodded. He pulled his zipper up again and sighed.
"You are no sub darling." he drawled after a while. She was still kneeling beside him, stroking his jeans clad leg, watching his eyes the whole time.
And she was still butt naked.
"You are no real Dom." she pointed out and his pupils widened.
How the hell did she figure that out? The suck off. Great.
She smiled sweetly when he groaned.
"We are perfect for each other. Both deep down switches."
She was right. He didn't bottom for many women, it was on occasional need which struck him every couple of month. Maybe he really had found his match here. Damn Rob.
"Seems that we are. But you have to tell me your deal Cece. I need to know to treat you right. And because I want to earn your trust so I can fuck you for real sometime soon."
"May I get dressed while I tell you the story?"
He nodded and relaxed back in the chair enjoying her fluid movements.
"Three years ago I was in an abusive relationship. My boyfriend was an angry drunk and he slapped me around when he felt the need to do it. One night he and his buddies were high...they...raped me. 4 Men. A couple of hours. I left him after that. We...we used to go to the SM club back in Chicago, I was his sub there and in real life. Until I learned better. When he tried to come to the club after the rape had happened Rob almost killed him. And he build me up again. We had a little fling, he is one of only two men I submitted to after the incident. I can't have anything shoved into me because it brings back memories of their dicks and the beer bottles and the other stuff they pushed into me.
Rob freed me again and another Dom back there. But the memories were too painful in Chicago. That's why I came here, followed Rob here. He is in a relationship now, so he is off limits. I occasional hook up with Jonah from the bar. But he is like a friend with benefits. He is nice, he is safe."
She looked at him. He wasn't safe, she knew that. Not safe at all. But he respected her tonight. Never overstepped the boundaries she set.
"I would like to explore this between us. But I will not be easy to deal with. But I want to submit again."
He nodded. Inside he was furious. He wanted to kill the bastards who did this to her. You never ever used a sub like that. It was such a fine line between willingly submitting and enjoying it and being mistreated used and yes, raped in the end.
"Wednesdays. 9 pm. This room." he told her.
Cece smiled. "I will be there."
"Good, there may be nights when I can't make it. I will let Rob know then, so you don't have to wait on me."
"Fair enough. So, I guess I'll see you next week?"
Again the little nod.
Cece turned to leave but before she opened the door she turned around.
"What do I call you?"
A moment of silence passed between them.
"Mox." he finally said.
"Thank you Mox. See you next week." Cece smiled at him and left the Blue Room.