Author: hereyesonly

Higher Stakes Pt. 1 – Blackmail BDSM (MF)

Mrs Elaine makes the sudden move, rook to take my bishop, my king left temporarily exposed. Her pearl necklace dangles down to the top of her chest, moving with each twist of her hand as she drags the piece gracefully across the board to put me in check.

‘Check, Mister Sanderson.’

Nodding, I look up at her, her brown eyes flickering with the fireplace heat behind me. Her draping brunette hair flirts with the middle of her arms as she shuffles slightly in the armchair and eyes me cautiously but hungrily. 

‘You really are playing for high stakes aren’t you?’ 

‘What made you ever think I was playing for low stakes Mister Sanderson?’

I watch her back just as carefully, smiling, touché. She reciprocates with full ferocity, her eyes ablaze. She wasn’t here for just the chit chat, there was something else on her mind. 

‘What are you playing for exactly Mrs Elaine?’ My brow furrows, the heat in the room growing as the sparks flick out onto the stone in front of the fire.  Read more »

Short – Completely Unrestrained – FM

It had been so long since we had made love like that. A year? Maybe more? Not since the first days of us properly dating, the wild nights in Vegas with his touring buddies. The rampant evenings in the hotel.

This evening started so innocently, so sweetly as we clinked the wine glasses and settled down to the piping hot bolognaise as the soothing sounds of the Weeknd filtered over the room.

But he was different tonight, the entire mood was different as he finished the spaghetti and let his fork dangle on the plate, glaring at me with hooded and smouldering eyes.

With a blink of a second, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, by the floor to ceiling windows, switching the lamp by the plant pot on. He wanted everyone to see what he was going to do to me. Our lovemaking had become far too soft for his liking. I needed a reminder of his true power.  

I was pinned against the windows, my panties ripped off in a flash, my breaths staggered and rising as he gripped the base of my neck and unleashed his fury into me with a hypnotic motion that rocked me with waves of pleasure. Read more »

The enigmatic and the submissive (bdsm) (Mf)

Ben Rawsall – dark blonde, green eyed, six feet three or so and a charismatic dresser to boot. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white pocket square and some tassled loafers as the rest of the office moped around in black and striped suits. It was clear from our first meeting that he wasn’t interested in ‘conventional’, there was no HR department, there were no obvious rules, there was nothing to stop him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. I liked that in a man. 

He was in his mid-to-late 30s, but he looked tremendous for his age. Handsome, the angles in his face carved in an acute symmetrical manner, his broader shoulders leading down in a luscious trail to his thin waist. I could always see how muscular his legs were against the close-fitting pants. He hired me after a tense encounter at a university mixer, the chemistry in the air from the start. After a few charged moments in his corner office, one hand on my throat and his other hand stroking me underneath my panties, it became obvious we couldn’t maintain just a ‘professional’ relationship, he wanted to know how far he could take me. Time was spent between Excel sheets and bed sheets. Most of my hours became dedicated to pleasing him, in the office and out of it, like a good little girl should. Just four weeks out of my torrid and sexually deprived relationship with James, I became a slave to Mister Rawsall, waiting for every instruction.  Read more »

The office, the enigmatic and the submissive

Work was ‘interesting’ to say the least. Rawsall, Grosvenor and Co. A small investment firm in Manchester, very little known about them, a mysterious operation and an even more enigmatic owner. Ben Rawsall – dark blonde, green eyed, six feet three or so and a charismatic dresser to boot. He wore a navy blue suit, with a white pocket square and some tasseled loafers as the rest of the office moped around in black and striped suits. It was clear from our first meeting that he wasn’t interested in ‘conventional’, there was no HR department, there were no obvious rules, there was nothing to stop him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. I liked that in a man.  Read more »