My fiancé taught me what it means to obey

Adrián smiled with that look of satisfaction of his, the one that belonged to someone who always knows exactly what he is going to do long before he does it. The next day, true to his habit of getting ahead of everything, he showed up with a ring. It was simple and elegant at the same time, exactly as Valeria had imagined it on the nights when she allowed herself to imagine it. The moment she saw it, her eyes filled with tears. The engagement finally felt real, official, and she was ready to tell the whole world.

That night, after dinner, he took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom without saying a word. Tomorrow I’ll give you what’s yours, he had promised her the night before, and Valeria had kept the phrase like someone keeping a coal under the tongue. She felt the heat settled in her belly, that mixture of desire and surrender that only he knew how to awaken in her with a look.

They undressed slowly, watching each other, unhurried. She lay back on the bed and opened her arms, offering herself without reservation, her reddish-brown hair spread across the pillow. Adrián leaned over her body and began at her neck, moved down over her shoulders, traced her chest with his lips, and paused on each nipple just long enough to make her arch. By the time his mouth reached her belly, she was already breathing in broken gasps.

Then he spread her thighs apart with both hands, slowly, like someone opening something that belonged to him, and lowered his head. Valeria held her breath at the feel of his tongue. It was a sensation that drove her wild, that combination of tenderness and possession with which he claimed her down there. Her fingers clutched the sheets while his tongue worked, slow at first, then insistent, measuring each reaction. Moans began slipping from her without permission.

—Adrián... —she whispered, arching her back against the mattress.

He did not stop. He brought her to the edge once, twice, pulling back just before she broke, enjoying the sight of her writhing with need, of having her there, suspended on the brink. When at last he let her come, Valeria screamed his name, her legs trembling against his ears, against the short beard that scraped the inside of her thighs.

He barely gave her time to recover. He turned her onto her side and entered her slowly, finding her still wet and throbbing. She moaned at the feel of him inside her, filling her completely. He moved his hips with that rhythm she knew by heart, deep and steady, until both their skin began to shine with sweat and their breathing started to break apart.

—Just like that, exactly like that... —she murmured, pushing back to meet him.

Adrián gripped her hips and quickened. The thrusts grew harder, more urgent, almost an order. Valeria felt herself coming undone, losing track of everything except him inside her. The second orgasm hit deeper than the first, and she bit her forearm to keep from crying out too loudly and waking half the building.

He still wasn’t finished.

He pulled away for a moment and helped her onto all fours on the bed. Valeria knew what was coming, and a sweet shiver ran down her spine. It wasn’t the first time, but it always intimidated her a little, and that little bit was part of what turned her on. He positioned himself behind her, slicked her with saliva, and worked a finger into her tight anus, not without effort. Then, one firm hand on her hip and the other guiding his erection, he began to press against her trembling sphincter.

—Take a deep breath —he ordered in a low voice, and she obeyed.

When he entered her, Valeria let out a muffled moan, a sensation wavering between pain and a different, darker pleasure that filled her in a new way. Adrián stayed still for a few seconds, letting her get used to him, stroking her back with his free hand, patient and attentive.

—Are you okay? —he asked.

—Yes —she gasped—. Keep going. Please.

And he did. Little by little the burn turned into waves, each more intense than the last, more intimate, as if that surrender were the ultimate proof of everything she was willing to give him. Valeria’s moans grew higher as he increased the pace. When she felt him tense, she knew he was close.

—Let’s come together —she asked him, and he nodded without stopping, taking the fingers of his left hand from her hip to her clit, stroking it in the same rhythm with which he was fucking her.

Her orgasm hit like a jolt that ran through her entire body, and a second later she felt him empty himself inside her with a hoarse growl, the warmth spreading through her and easing the sting. They stayed like that for a while, tangled together, catching their breath, both their hearts beating out of sync.

Then he withdrew carefully and flopped onto his back, his chest rising and falling quickly. Valeria, still trembling, turned toward him. Adrián’s brown eyes settled on her greenish ones, which looked back at him with an adoration barely tinted by the shyness she had learned to overcome at his side.

Without saying anything, she lowered her head. She kissed his belly first, then the still-damp skin, and with her tongue she slowly traced his sex, tasting the blend of their two bodies. He sighed, placed a hand on the back of her neck, and stroked her hair while she kept going, licking him too with a slow, satisfied, grateful devotion.

She was happy. Completely happy.

Sleepiness began to weigh on her, but she didn’t want to separate from him. So, with her head resting on his abdomen and her lips still brushing his skin, she slowly closed her eyes. Adrián smiled in the dim light and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Little by little, they both fell asleep, tangled in that intimacy so wholly their own, so complete.

***

The next morning he woke first. He found her curled against his side, her cheek resting on his stomach, a thread of saliva sliding over his skin. He smiled and brushed the hair away from her face. Valeria opened her eyes shortly after and, before any words, gave him a slow kiss as a good morning.

—Today we could announce the engagement —she said in a sweet, almost pleading voice—. If you want.

He agreed with a smile and stroked her cheek.

—I want to. But remember what we agreed on.

—I remember —she answered softly.

And she remembered well. Adrián had agreed to marriage with one condition that admitted no argument: he would retain the nonreciprocal right to enjoy other women, with the only rule being that he would always do so openly, with no lies and no half-truths. Valeria had wondered a thousand times whether her dignity and self-respect would withstand that clause without resentment. That morning, looking at him, she asked herself again. And she decided again that yes, she was willing to give herself even to that, because total surrender was precisely what burned inside her.

***

The first person to find out was Sonia. At the office, Valeria couldn’t contain her excitement and went over to her secretary and friend’s desk. Even though Sonia had once had a brief entanglement with Adrián, there was no rancor between them, only the sincere desire to share in the joy.

—Sonia, I have to tell you something incredible —Valeria exclaimed, with a smile that lit up the whole room.

The secretary looked up, catching the sparkle in her eyes.

—What is it? Tell me now!

Valeria extended her hand and showed off the ring proudly.

—Adrián and I are getting married.

Sonia let out a scream and hugged her tightly.

—Congratulations! I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. The ring is beautiful.

—Thank you. I’m so excited... It’s been a long road, and now we’re finally going to do it —she said, then lowered her voice a little—. And I have something else to tell you. Today I want to take Adrián his coffee myself.

Sonia arched an eyebrow, amused and intrigued.

—You? I have to see this —she commented, laughing—. Since I always do it, you know how particular he is about that.

—I know —Valeria admitted, with a mischievous look—. But I want the others to see it. I want them to know we’re engaged and to see how dutiful I am with my man. I want them to understand that, from now on, he and I are a team, and that I’m at his service, attentive to every detail.

Sonia looked at her with a mix of admiration and complicity, perfectly understanding the intention behind the gesture.

—All right, do it. Just don’t forget a triumphant entrance. Make sure everyone notices today’s coffee is special.

—That’s guaranteed —Valeria replied, adjusting the collar of her blouse with a new air of confidence.

She knew taking Adrián his coffee that day would be much more than a courtesy. When she walked into his office, in front of everyone, it would be her way of declaring without words that she was completely committed, not only to the relationship, but to the role she had chosen to occupy at his side. She wanted her coworkers to understand: she was surrendering, and she was doing it with her head held high.

After Sonia came Mariana’s turn, her cousin’s. They met at Mariana’s place for a drink, and as soon as she walked through the door, Valeria showed off the ring with a huge smile.

—Mariana, look —she said, not needing to add anything else.

Her cousin hugged her immediately.

—Congratulations! I knew this day would come. I’m so happy for you.

The two of them sat down to chat about every detail of the engagement. Mariana, with her usual humor, couldn’t resist teasing her.

—So? What did you promise in return?

Valeria smiled at the memory of Adrián’s conditions, but decided not to share them. Some things belonged only to the two of them, in private.

—You know how he is. He only asked me to keep being myself.

—I can imagine —Mariana said, laughing—. And I’m so happy. This is what you wanted, and you’ve got it. Take care of it, because he values you.

That same afternoon, from Mariana’s sofa, they called both their parents and Adrián’s brother, with whom he had little contact but whom he wanted to inform as well. Congratulations followed one after another, warm and enthusiastic.

Back at work, the news spread quickly among the coworkers. Adrián, always discreet, stayed out of the comments, but the announcement flew from desk to desk. Several colleagues joked about how lucky Valeria was to marry him.

—It was about time! We saw it coming —one of them told her, patting her on the shoulder.

She thanked each congratulation with a smile, feeling immensely happy. And when she finally took the tray, prepared the coffee exactly the way he liked it, and crossed the entire office with a firm step, she knew every eye was following her. She knocked on the office door, went in without waiting for an answer, and set the cup on the desk in front of Adrián, holding his gaze a second longer than necessary.

He understood the message, and so did those watching from outside. Valeria walked out with her chin high, aware that she had just begun a new stage, one in which her surrender was not weakness but the most intimate form of power she knew. Her life was about to change, and she couldn’t wait to live it.