Domination

Karim ripped my swim trunks off and told me it was time to stop acting so prim. I had no idea that by the water I’d learn to use my body as a weapon.

I was drunk on the subway when I opened the app out of boredom. I had no idea that message from a stranger would end with me on my knees in a dark storage room.

Half a million euros for five days in the Caribbean with a stranger. Bruno wasn’t gay, but debts don’t care about labels—and a private jet was waiting.

I accepted the game: the door left unlocked, the lights off, and a man whose face I’d never see. What I didn’t imagine was meeting him at the office on Monday.

I went in with a glass of water and found him changing his pants. From that second on, I knew everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie.

His hand slid from my knee to my thigh without haste, as if he already knew I wasn’t going to push it away. And I didn’t.

Unai’s suitcase was packed, but before crossing the ocean there was one last night left: four bodies, two harnesses, and a goodbye none of them would ever forget.

I was hunting deer on the mountain when talons lifted me into the clouds. When I awoke, a wild-bearded man with an erect cock awaited me on a marble bed.

I’d been sending him nudges for months with no reply. That morning he answered with two words that had me on my knees before I even opened the door.

When my mother found the stains on my underwear, she thought the worst. She didn’t know Marco wasn’t hurting me: he was helping me stop being afraid of who I am.

He wore an immaculate suit and, underneath it, the lace only Adrián could see. When the office door clicked shut, Noa stopped being the perfect assistant.

We were late to the academy every morning, but we never skipped that ritual between the sheets. Today, for the first time in weeks, he was the one spreading my legs.

I felt his large body pressing against my back whenever the train braked, and when he whispered, “We’re getting off at the next stop,” I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

I’d been at the company three weeks when he leaned over the table and told me I had something that caught the eye. That afternoon I followed him.

I had spent a year looking for someone willing to take complete control of me. The stranger’s email changed everything: she wanted my entire life.

He knocked expecting a routine exam. A stranger in a robe opened the door with a smile that promised trouble, and he knew that afternoon he wouldn’t be in charge.

—Tonight you don’t serve me with your hands —she said, lifting her skirt while I remained on my knees, waiting for the only order that truly mattered.

Her feet resting on the edge of my chair were only the beginning. That night, I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her.

I’m a patrician used to buying everything I desire. That afternoon I discovered there are men you don’t command: you obey them.