Domination

Every night she touched herself in secret and cried with guilt. That dawn she walked toward the dunes not knowing the desert held a temple, and inside it, a figure that would change everything.

I lowered my eyes every time she came into the shop, pretending to count screws. What I never knew was that she was studying me too.

I recognized her at the bar by the way she moved. She was my ex-player’s girlfriend—the one who cheered behind the bench—and that night no one was holding her back.

When the director’s assistant handed me the bag with the lingerie, I knew there was no turning back: that night belonged to every man in that room.

I had never been with anyone like him. When he opened the door and I had to look up at his face, I knew that night would no longer belong to me.

He ordered me to go into the confessional in my finest lingerie and whisper my sins to the priest. What I didn't expect was for him to decide to punish me.

Mariela recognized that hoarse voice before she even turned around. The true owner of the office had returned, bringing all the old rules with him.

My husband nodded me into leaving with a stranger. What neither of us knew was that the man had no intention of leaving us alone.

A whisper beside my ear was enough to make my respectable life begin collapsing beneath the click of heels that were not yet mine.

I climbed up to steady the ladder without imagining what I’d find when I looked up. That afternoon, in the back room, I learned who was really in charge.

I got myself made up like a goddess to spend the night on camera. When the doorbell rang, it wasn’t the delivery guy: it was him, real and with the whole weekend ahead.

My tits were always my secret weapon, and that Friday with the office empty I decided to use them to get from him what I really wanted.

We crossed that threshold knowing that, once we did, we would no longer have any will of our own until Monday. Neither of us wanted to turn back.

I walked into your room without warning, my voice low and my calm the kind that means I’ve already decided everything. This time there were no half-replies: you were going to learn the hard way.

When I opened the door, I expected to find her alone on the sofa, as always. I hadn’t counted on the second silhouette watching me from the shadows.

The scanner gave a red beep and, in that instant, I knew I would never again be the man who had entered that room that morning.

I never told anyone, but the moment he closes the door to leave, one name and one body take over my whole imagination.

I crossed his garden every afternoon to help with the vines, but we both knew I was really there for the way that huge man looked at me.

Every morning I spied on him from the window without admitting it. That rainy afternoon he showed up at my door soaked, and I knew there was no way to keep pretending nothing was happening.

When Sara came out of Don Aurelio’s winery her legs were shaking and she wouldn’t look me in the eye. I knew exactly what had just happened inside.