Domination

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 cellar, her legs were trembling and she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I knew exactly what had just happened in there.

I had spent half a year clinging to a memory and to my nights alone. On Friday I took off my panties at a rest stop and drove the rest of the way shaking.

For months he forced her to kneel in the dark. He never imagined that one day it would be his own wife begging for mercy on camera.

They thought they were paying a price for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: being in charge felt too good to ever go back.

They thought she was easy prey. They had no idea her trained legs could become the weapons that would bring them to their knees.

We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

They stepped onto the stage certain it would be nothing more than a humiliating dance. None of them imagined how far the girls were willing to go that end-of-course afternoon.

I got out of the shower and there she was, looking between my legs with that smile I already knew. She knew exactly where to press to make me stop arguing and start obeying.

Ten years after their last goodbye, he looked at her over coffee and knew exactly how he would help her. And what he would demand in return.

They had warned her there would be no mercy on the second day. What she didn’t know was how far the two ladies in the white room were willing to take her.

I told her to choose where to put the depilatory cream on me. I never imagined she’d point to the exact place that would hurt me most.

I knew it was dangerous to be alone with her in the boiler room, but when she tied my wrists to the wall and brushed my skin with her fangs, I didn’t want her to stop.

He thought parading around half-naked would rattle her. What he didn’t expect was to learn that night, the hard way, who really held the power in that house.

When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.

If I came at the exact second, she’d let me do it. If I failed, she promised a punishment I’d spent weeks fearing and craving in equal measure.

Bruno thought he had control over everything: his girlfriend, his lover, and his pride between his legs. He had no idea that night he’d lose all three at once.

I tied him up with a thin leash around everything that mattered to him, and when I pulled for the first time, I knew that night would be mine from start to finish.