Tied Up My Cheating Boyfriend and Taught Him to Obey

Bruno was the kind of man who thinks he’s the center of the world because he has a gorgeous girlfriend and a cock bigger than average. He had been dating Daniela for two years: blond hair that seemed to shine under any light, a smile that could disarm anyone, and a patience he never knew how to value. From the outside, they were the perfect couple. Inside, he had already decided it was too small for him.

The problem, according to his logic, was sex. Daniela came home exhausted from work, stacked up long shifts and endless meetings, and many nights the only thing she wanted was sleep. At first he put up with it. But a whole month without touching her seemed to him a personal injustice, as if her body owed him something.

—Fuck —he muttered to himself one more night, after finishing off what she didn’t want to start—. I need something real.

That same night he tried to get his hands on her while she slept. Daniela brushed his hand away without even opening her eyes and rolled over. He went to the other side of the bed, offended, convinced the problem was hers.

He didn’t take long to look outside for what he had decided was missing at home. That’s how he found Lola: dark-haired, petite, shameless, with a mouth that promised and a way of looking that didn’t ask permission. It took only a couple of messages for them to understand each other. Lola didn’t care that he had a partner, and Bruno cared even less. When he found out Daniela was leaving for two days on a work trip, he didn’t hesitate: the house was the perfect stage.

***

They put on loud music as soon as they walked in. Lola undressed with the ease of someone who knows exactly the effect she has, and climbed onto the bed in the back bedroom, the one farthest from the door.

—Come on —she said, propping herself on her elbows and arching her back—. Don’t be shy now.

Bruno positioned himself behind her. He liked that part, the control, deciding the pace. He started slowly, enjoying every inch, every moan she let out on purpose because she knew it turned him on. The music covered everything else. It covered, for example, the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Daniela’s flight had been canceled. Tired, annoyed, and without calling to explain herself, she had come home with only one idea: get into bed and forget the day.

She crossed the hallway following the music. At first she thought he would be alone, watching something, jerking off; it wouldn’t have surprised or bothered her too much, not after so many complaints. Then she got to the half-open door and saw them. From behind. Him, her, the unmistakable movement.

First came disbelief. Then a knot in her throat. And finally, when the knot loosened, what remained was a cold rage, clean, almost serene.

Son of a fucking bitch, she thought, without moving a single muscle in her face.

She could have screamed. She could have smashed something, walked out slamming the door. But she kept looking for one more second, and in that second something inside her decided she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a drama. She was going to give him something else.

***

She walked in silently. Lola saw her first and froze, eyes wide. Bruno, too focused, took too long to notice the girl had stopped moving.

—What’s wrong? —he started to say, turning around.

He didn’t finish the sentence. Daniela was already inside the room, standing beside the bed, arms crossed and with a calm that was more frightening than any scream.

—Keep going —she said, looking at Lola—. Not for me.

Lola jumped away and covered herself with the sheet, stammering hurried apologies. She didn’t know Daniela, but she understood right away who ran that house, and in an instant decided which side suited her best.

—He told me he was single —she blurted out, half truth, half lie, whatever she needed to save her skin—. I swear.

—I believe you —Daniela replied, without taking her eyes off Bruno—. Men like this lie in their sleep.

Bruno tried to speak, tried to build one of his explanations, the kind that had always worked for him. But this time Daniela was not willing to listen to a single word.

—Shut up —she said, and the firmness in her voice made him shut up for real—. Tonight, for once, you’re going to listen.

***

Daniela opened the closet and took out something both of them recognized: the ropes they had used months earlier, on a night of games, when there was still trust between them. Now she held them with a different intention.

—Lie down —she ordered.

He hesitated. One part of his body, the most primitive one, was still hard despite everything, and that was the part that chose to obey before his head did. Maybe he thought this would end in an unexpected threesome, in one of his fantasies. He was wrong, but curiosity and guilt made him lie down.

Daniela tied his wrists to the bedframe with firm, tight knots, checking each one. Lola, recovered from the scare and too intrigued to leave, played along and held his ankles. Within minutes Bruno was spread open on the bed, exposed, immobilized, looking at the two women with a mix of arousal and alarm that grew in equal parts.

—Daniela, come on, we can talk… —he tried.

—I told you tonight I’m the one talking. —She sat on the edge of the mattress, ran a nail over his chest, slowly, all the way to his navel—. You know what pisses me off the most? Not that you fucked someone else. It’s that you did it in my bed, thinking I’m an idiot.

She leaned over his ear and lowered her voice until it became a whisper.

—Well, look at that. Today you’re going to learn what it means to lose control.

***

What followed was a slow, meticulous lesson. Daniela took the reins as if she’d been waiting her whole life for that moment. She brushed his skin with her fingertips and then stopped just when he started to enjoy it. She left him on the edge and pulled away. Every time Bruno thought he understood the game, she changed the rules.

—Look at you —she said, studying him with her eyes—. So proud, always, of what you’ve got between your legs. And now you’re tied to a bed, begging with your eyes.

Lola, seated off to one side, watched fascinated as the woman who had walked in shattered transformed before her into something completely different. Daniela looked at her and held out her hand.

—Come here —she said—. I think you and I are going to understand each other a lot better than he and I ever did.

She kissed her in front of Bruno, slowly, with an intention that left no room for doubt. It was a long kiss, made for him to see it, for him to understand once and for all that this no longer had anything to do with him. Lola answered with a sigh and buried her hands in Daniela’s blond hair.

—Do you like to watch? —Daniela asked her boyfriend, without fully parting from Lola’s lips—. Because watching is the only thing you’re going to be able to do.

Bruno pulled against the ropes. They didn’t budge. He was hard, humiliated, and, to his own shame, more turned on than he had ever been in his life.

***

The two women forgot about him. Or pretended to forget him, which in this case was worse. Daniela laid Lola back on the same mattress where minutes earlier she had found her with her boyfriend, and returned every caress with twice the intensity. Lola was moaning for real now, not acting, arching into Daniela’s mouth while Bruno watched, tied up and powerless, the pleasure no longer belonging to him.

—This —Daniela gasped, lifting her head for a moment to look at him— is what doing it right looks like. Take notes, because you’re not going to see it many more times.

Lola came apart clutching the sheets, Daniela’s name in her mouth. And Daniela, riding her, eyes locked on her defeated boyfriend, came a little later, feeling each wave of pleasure erase a little more of the rage with which she had walked through that door.

When they were done, the two of them lay there, catching their breath, ignoring him completely. Bruno, still tied, stared at the ceiling and understood, too late, everything he had just lost.

***

Daniela dressed without rushing. She freed one wrist and left the other rope within reach so he could untie himself later.

—When you can untie yourself, pack your things and leave —she said, buttoning her blouse in front of the mirror—. I don’t want yelling, I don’t want explanations. Tomorrow you’re not here.

—Daniela… —he began, voice breaking.

—Not a word. —She didn’t even turn around—. You’ve had two years to talk and you chose to do it in silence, behind my back. It’s too late.

Lola, now dressed as well, came over to the bed before leaving. She bent down to Bruno’s ear and smiled.

—Thanks for introducing me to your girlfriend —she whispered—. It’s the best thing you’ve ever done for me.

And the two of them left the room together, laughing under their breath, leaving him half-tied on the rumpled sheets.

***

Weeks passed. Bruno moved into a shared apartment, lied to his friends about the reason for the breakup, and took a long time to feel secure in himself again. Every time he tried to seduce someone, that night came back into his head: him tied up, them laughing, his pride undone between his legs. Something inside him had broken that had nothing to do with his body.

Daniela, on the other hand, came out of it more whole than ever. She discovered that control suited her, that it had always been inside her without her knowing it. And she discovered Lola, who turned out to be much more than an improvised revenge. The dark-haired girl started staying the night, then staying on weekends, and one night, while Daniela had her wrecked and obedient under her hands, she whispered in her ear what the two of them already knew.

—Who’s in charge here? —Daniela asked, in that voice she had debuted on the night of the ropes.

—You —Lola answered, without a second’s hesitation—. Always you.

Daniela smiled against her nape. Sometimes, very occasionally, she thought about Bruno and his famous pride. Not with rage anymore. With a kind of distracted gratitude, like someone remembering the idiot who, without meaning to, opened the exact door she needed to walk through.

Infidelity, after all, always gets paid back. It’s just that almost never by the person you expect.