Domination

When Diego held out his hand to dance, I knew my husband would only watch. And that I, for once, would stop being the respectable wife everyone thought I was.

Lucía always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees with a cage between his legs.

Identical down to the last gesture, that night each one seduced her sister’s boyfriend. They never noticed, and the thrill of the deception changed them forever.

The rules were simple: the winner stayed tied up, the loser served, and in the end the two couples would decide who really ruled. No one planned to give in.

I agreed for him, because it was his fantasy. But when both of their hands ran over me at once, it stopped being only his and became mine.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

We’d been playing our secret game for months, but when Bruno closed the hotel door and Tomás sat down to watch, I knew there was no turning back that night.

I opened the hotel-room door and the first thing I heard was a long moan and a bed thudding against the wall. We weren’t alone, and neither of us wanted to stop.

When Lucía crossed the room and sat on his knees without looking at me, I knew that night I would only watch—and that was exactly what we both wanted.

I had three tubes of aloe vera and not a centimeter of unburned skin when my flatmate’s boyfriend came in with her keys and found me naked on the sofa.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

Nando left my panties bunched around one ankle, and while Bruno held me against the sofa, I understood that that night I was the merchandise they both wanted to break in.

That night we agreed to do something different. I’d cook, open the door, and watch her enjoy another man. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d enjoy obeying.

She expected shouting, perhaps the end of everything. Instead, he offered her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

That night I knelt while another man took my wife on the table. He thought he was the one in control; neither of them suspected what was really happening between us.

I had just enough budget, and my boyfriend offered me his aunt’s house. What I didn’t know was that his cousin would turn that week into something I never told him about.

“Your cooperation is the only currency you have,” the message said. Mariana shut off the phone knowing she would obey again, just as she had before.

When she entered that club hidden behind a theology bookstore, Marlene knew her husband’s freedom would be paid for with every garment she shed before the judge.

When the guard called her number, the laughter died at once and a hundred eyes fixed on her: the only untouched beauty in a yard of concrete, sweat, and barbed wire.

I accepted the bet with laughter and wine. Twenty minutes later, he was taking a satin apron and gloves from the drawer, and I was no longer in charge of the house.