BDSM

When the bathroom door opened, I already had the gun raised and a very clear idea of how I was going to bring that bastard to heel before we left.

I spent half an hour preparing provocations for a room full of women. What I hadn't prepared for was what they would do to me when I lost control.

My father never looked at her the same way again after that week. Neither did I, once I learned what she had done to save us all from ruin.

The first order came at seven in the evening, and I understood that night I would obey everything without asking, in front of a camera and a man I knew only through his written voice.

I thought I was watching without anyone noticing. When I entered the locker room to hide my erection, she was already waiting with two friends.

She entered the dining room as a servant and left as someone else. That night, before the fire, she chose which name to let burn forever.

She avoided looking him in the eyes when she opened the door, afraid he would discover what she had kept silent for months: she desired the man who dominated her own daughter.

When the violet door closed beneath my feet, I knew I was no longer in my city: here, men ruled and women only waited for an order.

That night I didn’t want to wait for anyone. I wanted the guard who had undressed me with his eyes all afternoon, even though he didn’t know what I was hiding.

Three offenses, three punishments. For the first time, someone forced her to choose which one she would endure: the hardest part was not the pain, but choosing it herself.

He never imagined he would find the women in his family collecting a debt behind that door—or that he would end up enjoying every second.

He had spent years delivering boys to the temple while dreaming of possessing the high priestess. On the night of the full moon, his wish came true in the worst possible way.

For weeks he watched her from his window; the night he climbed the fence, he understood that she would decide everything that happened between them.

The corset hugged his body like a second skin and the satin tightened around his wrists. In front of the mirror, Adrián stopped pretending and finally became who he wanted to be.

I knocked on the door knowing I’d gone too far this time, and the woman who opened it accepted no excuses—only obedience.

I told him no woman spread her legs for him that easily. He only smiled and said, “We’ll see.” I had no idea what he was hiding behind that door.

She ordered me to strip in the hotel hallway, where anyone might see me, and knock again only when I was completely naked.

We had rehearsed every gesture, every word, every limit. The game was ours and ours alone—until two strangers appeared among the trees and changed everything.

The last thing I remembered was toasting with a beautiful woman. The next, waking on a basement floor, weak, naked, and with no possible escape.

That afternoon I didn’t want just any encounter: I wanted someone to take me beyond what I thought I could bear, while my husband watched without lifting a finger.