I Arrived for the Date and She Was Already Tied to the Bed

We had agreed to meet at ten, but I arrived fifteen minutes late on purpose. I wanted them to wait for me, I wanted the tension to have been simmering for a while before I showed up. I rang the apartment bell with my heart pounding in my throat and, when Adrián opened the door, he didn’t say “hi” or “come in.” He simply stepped aside and held my gaze long enough for me to know, without a single word, that tonight I wasn’t going to decide anything.

The hallway smelled of wax and something citrusy, like clean skin. He closed the door behind me with calculated slowness. He was wearing a dark shirt with the cuffs rolled up and a perfume that got inside my head and stayed there all night.

—She’s ready —he said, and nothing more.

We moved down a short corridor to the last door. He pushed it open without touching me, and I went in first.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Or maybe I was, and that’s why I’d arrived late.

Carmen was in the middle of the bed, her profile outlined by the trembling glow of half a dozen candles scattered around the room. Her hair was pulled into a high, tight ponytail, and a gray blindfold covered her eyes and robbed her completely of sight. She was wearing red stiletto heels strapped to her ankles with a thin band, and her wrists were tied to the headboard with white leather-lined cuffs.

Between her legs, at ankle height, a spreader bar forced them open. She couldn’t bring them together even if she wanted to. And from the way she was breathing, she didn’t want to.

I stood for a moment in the doorway, still dressed, taking in the scene. They had prepared her for me with a care that bordered on ceremonial: the candles in exactly the right places, the bed only just disheveled, her exposed like an offering that had been waiting who knows how long for someone. The air was charged, thick, and the first breath I drew tasted of oil and restrained desire.

He and I looked at her, absorbed, each of us from one side of the bed. She shifted, restless, hot, not knowing who was near her or what was going to happen next. A wet sheen between her thighs hinted at a level of arousal that even surprised me, and I thought I’d seen almost everything.

And then I made it out. Something round and shining was peeking out between her buttocks, catching the candlelight. It took me a second to understand what it was: an anal plug lodged in her, completing her, reminding her with every movement that every part of her was occupied.

I looked at him. Adrián lifted his chin just slightly, a tiny, unmistakable gesture. Go ahead.

***

I moved to the edge of the bed and studied her without haste. Since she couldn’t see me, she had no way of knowing I was devouring her with my eyes, tracing every inch of her taut skin before touching her. There’s a strange power in looking at someone who doesn’t know they’re being looked at. I savored it.

I ran a hand over her ponytail, tugging very gently, just enough for her to understand she wasn’t alone anymore. I stroked her neck, the line of her jaw, her shoulders, the inside of her outstretched arms. Every touch wrung a shiver from her, and every shiver lit me up a little more.

—Who are you? —she murmured, her voice hoarse.

I didn’t answer. That was the rule, even if no one had said it aloud to me. Silence was part of the game.

Adrián came around the bed and opened a bottle. He poured a thread of warm oil right in the center of Carmen’s chest, between her two breasts, and the liquid slid over her skin in a glossy sheen. I understood the message without needing instructions.

I took her breasts in both hands, first with slow, devoted attention, spreading the oil in broad circles, and then with more insistent pressure, sinking my thumbs in, trapping her nipples between my fingers. She arched her back as far as the cuffs allowed.

I brought one hand down the center of her belly, following the trail of oil, until I reached her sex, open and offered by the spreader bar. I slipped in one finger. Then two. And I kept them still, deep inside, not moving them, forcing her to find the rhythm herself, to fuck herself against my hand if she wanted more.

And she wanted it. God, did she want it. She began to rock her hips, to moan low, a sound born in the depths of her chest.

***

Adrián watched. I could feel his gaze fixed on my fingers disappearing inside his woman, and I could also feel how that image was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His breathing had changed.

He grabbed me by the nape, not roughly but firmly, and guided my mouth to her nipples. I sucked hard, alternating between one and the other, while his hands played at the same time with Carmen’s nipples and mine, stroking, pulling, twisting with a precision that betrayed experience.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, I thought. And I’m letting myself go as if I’d wanted this all my life.

Without letting my head leave his woman’s breasts, Adrián slid his other hand down my back, found the button on my pants, and opened them. He pulled down the fabric and my underwear in one motion, leaving me half-naked, bent over the bed. His hand found my throbbing, wet sex, and at the first touch I pressed even harder against Carmen, looking for something to hold on to.

I started to go lower with my mouth. I traced her navel, the oil still warm on my tongue, and kept descending south, slowly, prolonging every inch.

My mouth on her sex. His fingers in mine. Both of us hot, both of us wet, and him behind us, setting the pace for everything without barely touching his own body.

***

When I could hardly hold myself up on my elbows anymore, Adrián decided the preamble had lasted long enough. With one abrupt movement he tore off the little clothing I still had on. And then, just as quickly, he lifted me and set me on top of Carmen as if I weighed nothing, which is clearly not true, with my wide hips and long legs.

I ended up lying on her, skin against skin, her oiled breasts sliding against mine, her blindfold turned toward me though she couldn’t see me. His scent filled everything. And I was surrendered, right in the middle of the two of them, with nothing to decide and no desire to decide anything.

—Stay still —Adrián ordered in my ear, and I obeyed.

I started working Carmen with everything I had. I kissed her breasts, squeezed them, tugged her nipples. I climbed to her mouth and kissed her deeply, biting her lip, and came back down. She couldn’t touch me, couldn’t see me, couldn’t close her legs; she could only receive, and that seemed to push her to the edge again and again.

Meanwhile, he kneaded my breasts from behind, nibbled softly at my neck, and drove his skillful fingers into my sex with an unrelenting insistence. He picked up the pace. He picked it up again. And suddenly something broke inside me.

I came with a squirt that soaked them both, an orgasm I never saw coming and that shook me from head to heels.

***

That was too much for Adrián. Feeling me explode over his woman, soaking them both, finished off the last of his patience.

He decided to fuck me right there, using Carmen as a mattress, my body trapped between hers and his. And I knew, from the way he growled when he entered me, that having her beneath him, tied up and blind, feeling everything without being able to take full part in it, turned him on more than anything else.

My body, caught between the two of them, let itself be used with a pleasure I didn’t bother to hide. Every thrust from him pushed me against Carmen, and every shove excited her too, so that the three of us were connected in one single movement, in one single chain of tension that kept tightening and tightening.

—Don’t go quiet on me —he told me, never stopping his movement—. I want her to hear you.

And I didn’t go quiet.

***

I exploded in a second orgasm while I kissed Carmen on the mouth and he impaled me without mercy. I screamed against her lips, and my screams were what dragged her under with me, a few seconds later, shaking beneath my weight, pulling at the white cuffs that kept her secured to the headboard.

He held out. He came last, several minutes later, when both of us were already undone and trembling, and his orgasm was long and silent, the opposite of ours.

Afterward, the room fell silent except for the three of us trying to steady our breathing and the crackle of a candle or two. I was still lying on Carmen, too weak to move, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath mine and how, little by little, our heartbeats were finding the same rhythm.

Adrián took Carmen’s blindfold off with a care that contrasted with everything that had come before. She blinked into the light, looked at me for the first time all night, and started to laugh, a weak, satisfied, contagious laugh. I freed her wrists. I removed the bar. And the three of us collapsed onto the enormous bed, tangled up, sweaty, and grinning, like three strangers who had just stopped being strangers.

—Again? —she asked, still breathless.

I didn’t answer. But I smiled. And this time, silence meant yes.