What Awaited Us on the Island of the Submissives
We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.
We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.
When Renata pulled the thong from her pocket and laid it on the table, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.
They called it their secret getaway: three days without husbands or children. But this time Bea invited four men to dinner, and none of them imagined how the night would end.
I knew that devil costume was too daring, but what I couldn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to go once I left my panties hidden in the bathroom.
“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.
Diego and I had spent years joking about swapping partners for one night. When Sofía took my hand and led me to her bedroom, it stopped being a joke.
She slipped into the black dress, kissed me, and said “don’t wait up.” I knew exactly who she was spending the night with, and that was precisely what turned me on.
I’d spent nights imagining it. That early morning, sitting in an armchair with a glass in my hand, I finally saw it: my husband inside another woman.
We had never gone into a place like that. When that couple from the beach walked through the door and sat at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged to us alone.
When I opened the hotel room door, it was too late to back out: she was on the bed, and he didn’t stop when our eyes met.