The Husband Asked Me to Tame His Wife That Night

Coming back from the islands had left me with a strange calm, almost suspicious. I knew the chances of running into Iván and his girlfriend again were slim, so I deliberately avoided the neighborhoods where they usually hung out. With plenty of vacation time left and the fatigue of the flight weighing on me, my plan was simple: gym, a swim in the development’s pool, relax, and order dinner in. I had no idea what night was waiting for me.

***

That night my mobile rang. It was Quique, an old friend who lives to go out.

—What do you say, feel like another couples’ club? —he blurted out without preamble.

—I’m out. We’ve been to several and it always ends up being a flop. Not because of what might happen, but because of the places. The people, the vibe. You know I’m a bit fussy about that.

But Quique is in sales, and he didn’t end up in that job by chance. I don’t know what arguments he used, but he managed to get us free entry to a place that on Saturdays barred single men unless they were very select clients. In the end I gave in, more out of curiosity than desire.

I got dressed at my own pace and we headed over there. We arrived early, before the doors opened to the public, which I would only understand later. At the entrance we were greeted by Hugo, who seemed to be the owner, and he looked me up and down without even trying to hide it. Vanesa appeared behind him and did the same, only she didn’t mince her words.

—Fuck, Quique, you really picked your friend well. Tall, strong, and with that look... Tonight’s promising —she said, and took me by the hand—. Come on, I’ll show you around.

As we went upstairs she showed me everything: the two bars, the area reserved for couples, the rooms with jacuzzis, the hallway with the screens, the room with the wooden cross. Impeccably clean. She told me where I could stay and asked me not to bother anyone unless they asked me to.

—You just watch —she said, winking at me—. Here, the important thing is knowing how to wait.

***

People began to arrive little by little. They were regular clients: the women came in covered up and took off their coats as soon as they crossed the door, left wearing clothes they’d never wear out on the street. Quique soon disappeared down the hallway with the screens.

Close to midnight a couple came in and changed the atmosphere in the room. The dim light didn’t let me see her clearly from my corner, but when they came up to the bar there was no doubt left: it was Renata, the executive at the bank where I keep my accounts. The same woman who had been stalling my mortgage application for weeks with a smile of ice. In my mind I had filed her under “spectacular and out of reach.”

Tall, blonde mane, very pale green eyes. Every time I saw her in her office I used to imagine what it would be like to knock her down a peg somehow. Seeing her there, in an impossible skirt and greeting Vanesa like an old acquaintance, something inside me snapped.

Her husband was the opposite: thin, a little taller than her, with that smug air of a man used to giving orders in his world and obeying in this one. He spoke for a moment with Hugo, who immediately signaled to Vanesa. She chatted with him and then looked straight toward where I was.

***

Vanesa crossed the room with the husband behind her.

—Bruno, this is Raúl —she said, and we shook hands.

Mine squeezed hard; his was soft, almost slippery. He didn’t even let me open my mouth.

—What do you think of a place like this and the kind of people who come here? —he asked suddenly.

—That we all come for the same thing, one way or another —I answered—. To look for pleasure, to break the rules of the day, to step outside routine. To feel alive for a while.

He laughed, pleased.

—You’re young, but you’ve got your head screwed on. I like you. Now a personal question, and I want honesty: my wife likes generous men. Men who aren’t timid. That’s why I need you to tell me about yourself before we go any further.

I was wearing a towel tied around my waist, like almost all the men in the place. That was going to make things easier for me. From what I’d seen of his wife and of him, I could perfectly guess the role each of them played, and I had nothing to lose.

—Well, then it’s a no —I said as seriously as I could.

He looked taken aback.

—And why’s that?

I untied the towel and let it fall to the side.

—Because if your wife is that blonde standing alone at the bar, she’s good enough to eat. But I’m not going to hold back just to fit your measurements.

He burst out laughing, glanced downward, and muttered something under his breath. I raised the stakes.

—And looking at her for a while, I think first of all she needs to be put in her place. She looks like the type who gives the orders, tells you what to do. And I like them docile when they’re in front of me.

The laugh froze on his face.

—You’ve hit the nail on the head —he said at last—. It’s going to be a memorable night. Two things: always use a condom. And another: she likes it very hard.

—And from behind? —I asked bluntly.

—That’s special with her. It’s very hard to get her to let you. But I’d be sick if you didn’t try.

I already had all the information. It was my turn to set conditions.

—Take her to the cross room. Blindfold her and tie her up. I’ll be there in a minute. And tell Hugo or Vanesa to let me in.

—Done —he nodded, with a glint of challenge in his eyes.

***

As I headed over there, Vanesa intercepted me with a handful of condoms and her eyes wide when I asked for the biggest ones. The scene, when I entered, was perfect. Renata was turned away from me, tied with leather cuffs to the wooden cross. A black blindfold covered her eyes and her whole body was vibrating with anticipation: you could tell from the broken breathing, from the way she was biting her lip. I approached slowly, without making a sound, until I was standing in front of her. I ran the pads of my fingers over her arm, from wrist to shoulder. A shiver went through her.

—Who... who’s there? —she asked, her voice rough.

I didn’t answer. I knelt down and traced a line with my tongue from her navel to the base of her breasts. She arched her back and a moan slipped out of her.

—Please...

I grabbed her by the nape and kissed her. It was a brutal, hungry kiss; I bit her lip almost hard enough to hurt her and she answered with the same urgency, as if she’d been waiting for something like this for years. I let her go, leaving her panting.

—Tonight I’m in charge —I whispered in her ear—. And from now on your name isn’t Renata. You’re my submissive. Do you understand?

She nodded, a clumsy, frantic gesture.

—No. With words.

—Y-yes... I’m your submissive —she stammered.

—Good. You’ll only speak when I allow it. And only to beg.

***

I knelt in front of her and, without warning, pulled the lace aside with my teeth and drove my tongue into the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. She screamed, a sharp sound that turned into a long moan. I kept my mouth there, licking her slowly, tasting the trail of her arousal that was already soaking the fabric.

—I beg you... —she pleaded, breaking my first rule.

I sprang up and slapped one buttock, not too hard, but enough to leave a mark and make her yelp in surprise.

—Did I give you permission to talk? —I asked in a cold whisper—. Looks like you need a lesson.

I took a leather strap whip off the wall and let it brush over her back, down to her buttocks. She held her breath.

The first stroke landed cleanly and she jerked, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream. The second, symmetrical, left a pink line on her pale skin. The next ones were quick, lower down, where thigh meets ass. Her legs gave out for a moment, held up only by her wrists, and a sob escaped her: a mix of pain and unbearable pleasure.

—Now apologize for speaking without permission.

—I’m sorry... I’m sorry, master... forgive me —she sobbed, completely broken.

The reward was immediate. I slid my hand between her legs, pushed the damp lace aside, and found her clitoris, hard and throbbing. She jolted as if an electric current had gone through her.

—This is what a good submissive earns —I told her, rubbing slowly, in precise circles—. This is what waits for you if you obey.

I took her to the edge again and again, stopping just when she was about to come apart, until her moans became a steady purr.

—Please... let me... —she begged, tears of pure frustration wetting the blindfold.

—Not yet —I said, withdrawing my hand.

***

I rolled the condom on with a slowness she couldn’t see but could certainly sense in the silence. I moved behind her, took hold of my cock, and dragged it over her entrance, wetting it with her own fluids. She moved, trying to catch me.

—Patience —I muttered, pulling away.

With one hand I held her by the hip. With the other I guided the tip to her soaked entrance and stayed there, feeling the heat pouring off her.

—Now you’re going to ask me to make you mine.

And without further ado, I drove into her in one single thrust, all the way to the hilt. The scream she let out wasn’t from pain, but from absolute surrender. Her body became a perfect arch and her feet almost lifted off the floor, hanging by her wrists.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started pounding her with the hardness her husband had promised me and her body was begging for. Every удар was sharp and deep, and my hands sank into her flesh to pull her toward me.

—Yes! Like that! Harder! —she shouted, breaking every rule I’d imposed, but at that moment her disobedience was the greatest compliment.

The room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding and her uncontrollable moans. The bank director, the inaccessible woman, reduced to skin and nerves asking only for more.

—Do you like the way I fuck you? —I growled, leaning in to bite her shoulder.

—Yes! I’m yours! —she screamed, her voice torn apart.

I felt her legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. Her breathing caught and her whole body clenched around me with incredible force. The orgasm rushed through her like a wave, a convulsion that shook her against the restraints.

***

But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

I untied her from the cross and her legs wouldn’t hold her: she collapsed to the floor, a heap of sweaty, panting skin.

—We’ve only just started —I said, helping her onto all fours—. Now here, like this.

She obeyed without resistance, her body offered up and the blindfold still damp. I knelt behind her and drove back in hard. This time the scream was one of surprise and renewed pleasure. I grabbed her hips and fucked her without mercy.

That was when I saw Raúl. He was standing in the doorway, watching us, stroking himself slowly, with a smile of pure happiness. We met eyes and he gave me a nod: approval, permission. The signal I’d been waiting for.

Without stopping my movement, I moistened my thumb with the fluids running down her thighs and ran it over her other opening, brushing it softly, an unspoken question. She tensed for a moment, a moan of doubt mixed with curiosity. But she didn’t pull away. On the contrary: she pushed back slightly.

—Have you ever done it? —I whispered.

—Only a little... never with anything this big —she admitted, her face pressed to the floor.

—Then today you learn.

***

While I prepared her calmly, she moved her head, trying to rub the blindfold off against the floor, desperate to see the man dismantling her.

—No —I ordered, gripping her hair—. You don’t get to see. You get to feel.

That act of total submission was too much for Raúl. He came closer, walking slowly, and knelt beside her face.

—See how you’re behaving? —he hissed, with a contempt that mixed with lust—. I’ve never seen you like this, Renata. Never.

She shivered, but not because of my hands: it was his words. And then something broke. She lifted her head, the blindfold still on.

—Shut up, you little nobody! —she spat at him, her voice no longer that of a submissive, but of an offended queen.

Raúl laughed, aroused, and brushed her cheek with an open hand, more a gesture of power than violence.

—I told you to shut up! You’re not the bank director now. Now you’re mine and his.

But submission had found its limit, and that limit was him. She straightened on her arms, with me still inside her, and turned her head toward his voice.

—Me? —she roared—. Who was it who begged me to tell him how my boss looked at me? Who was it whining under me while I made up that the guy in the next car had groped me at the Valencia convention? You! Always you!

Raúl fell silent, mouth open, eyes full of a astonishment he didn’t know whether to call terror or desire. He had never heard her speak like that.

Then Renata turned her blind, blindfolded head toward me, and her tone changed completely. Fury turned into pure devotion.

—And you, master... I thank you —she murmured—. Thank you for making me what he never could. Thank you for understanding my body.

Then she turned back to her husband, with the coldness of absolute dominance.

—Do you hear that? He’s in charge here. You just watch and learn. Now shut up.

***

The dynamic had completely reversed. The submissive had become the mistress, and the husband, a humiliated, aroused spectator. I was only the instrument she had chosen to prove it.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and resumed pounding her, with a new force, determined to give Raúl a show he would never forget. Every удар shook her to the foundations. I wasn’t fucking her anymore: I was branding her.

—Yes! Like that! —she screamed, not caring who heard her, while Raúl, kneeling beside her, seemed unable to move, hypnotized, not even daring to breathe too loudly for fear of breaking the spell.

Her body clenched around me again, a violent spasm that forced me to stop for a second so I wouldn’t finish at once.

—Please... —she begged, voice shattered—. I need your number. I need you to do this to me again. Every day. Please.

The idea was so perverse it made me throb hard inside her. I slapped her buttock again, drawing a little shriek from her.

—I’ll think about it —I said, and resumed the rhythm, even harder than before.

I felt my own control starting to slip. My breathing deepened, my thrusts grew more erratic.

—I’m going to come —I growled, gripping her hips.

—Yes! Not inside! Let my husband see! Let him learn once and for all!

With one last thrust I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, emptying into her in waves that seemed endless. I felt her legs fail completely, her body surrender to the final ecstasy, trembling on the floor. Raúl, beside her, came too, barely touching himself, just from the perversity of what he had just witnessed.

***

I withdrew slowly. Renata collapsed completely, a heap of satisfied, defeated flesh. Raúl came over to her, knelt, and kissed her feet, in an absurd gesture of devotion toward the woman another man had just dominated in front of his eyes.

She, with the blindfold still on, lifted her head and smiled, tired and triumphant at the same time.

—At last... —she whispered to herself.

Before she could lift a hand to remove the blindfold, I was already gone. I took off the condom, tossed it into the metal bin in the corner, and the sound of latex hitting the bottom was the last thing I left in that room. When she came to and uncovered her eyes to find the room empty, I would already be at the bar drinking a glass of water as if nothing had happened.

I stayed around the area, watching the club from a distance with a strange calm. Quique soon appeared, disheveled and with a silly grin from ear to ear.

—Fuck, man! Where the hell did you disappear to? —he said, hugging me—. Vanesa is freaking out. She says Raúl and his wife won’t stop asking about you. That you’re an animal. And the best part: they asked Vanesa for your number.

—You didn’t give it to them, right? —I asked, though I already knew the answer.

—No way. That’s yours. You handle your own business —he said, winking at me—. But I’m warning you: that woman is hooked. And so is the husband. They’re going to want a repeat.

***

Two days later I walked into the bank under the pretense of taking care of some paperwork. And there she was, on the other side of the glass in her office. Renata. Impeccable suit, hair gathered into a severe bun, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. The same inaccessible woman as always. But I knew the secret hidden beneath that armor: the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans, the exact way her body surrendered.

A wicked, brilliant idea lit up in my head.

I went in, took a number from the no-appointment dispenser, and sat down to wait. As soon as the receptionist got distracted by an elderly couple, I stood up and walked straight toward her office. She looked at me over the top of her glasses, with the same contempt as always.

She still didn’t know that I had decided my mortgage application was going to be approved that very morning.