Domination

It started as a fantasy we read together at night. Now Daniel fastens my heels before Bruno arrives, and he prefers it that way.

I had my ex’s blackmail on my phone and the law firm’s bill on my mind. When he saw the videos and smiled, I knew that fee wouldn’t be paid with money.

I crossed half of Spain to leave that afternoon by the pool behind, but the music and a stranger dragged me into repeating what I swore I’d never feel again.

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 walked 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 girl, the one who used to cheer behind the bench, and that night no one was holding her back anymore.

When the director’s assistant handed me the bag of lingerie, I knew there was no turning back: that night belonged to all the men 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 into the confessional in my finest lingerie and told me to whisper my sins to the priest. What I didn’t expect was for him to decide I needed penance.

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 looked at me and encouraged me to leave with that stranger. What neither of us knew was that he had no intention of leaving us in peace.

A whisper by my ear was enough for my whole life as a proper man to begin collapsing under the click of heels that weren’t mine yet.

I climbed up to hold the ladder without imagining what I’d find when I looked down. 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 breasts 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 door knowing that, by doing so, 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 living room’s half-light.

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

I never told anyone, but the moment he leaves, there’s a name and a body that take over my whole imagination.