Domination

The park was empty at nine. When the three dark silhouettes appeared at the end of the path, I knew I wouldn’t get home the same person.

Octavio strutted naked around the pool like it was a trophy, never suspecting his wife and her friend already had a plan for that afternoon.

It was eleven in the morning, the place was empty, and my partner was asleep. When I saw him come through the door, I knew that Sunday wasn’t going to be like any other.

“Lock the door and take off your clothes,” was the first thing you heard from my voice that night. The rest depended on how much you were willing to obey me.

I know exactly what you do with one hand while holding the phone with the other. That’s why this letter is only for you, and you’ll obey every line.

When the technician fixed my computer, I thought it was over. I didn’t know he already knew Marina, my best-kept secret, and planned to use it against me.

Renata entered the dean’s office expecting a suspension. The dean locked the door, told her to stand up, and said the punishment would be very different.

“If you open that box, I won’t be the boy you protect anymore,” I warned her. My older sister held my gaze for a moment, then tore the red paper.

When the study door creaked behind me, I knew we were not alone, and that the woman hidden in the shadows did not plan to leave.

I put my finger where no father should ever touch and felt him tremble. He said no, that he was my father. But that night I learned what a man becomes when he denies what he wants most.

When she asked me for coffee on my knees, I knew something between us had changed forever and there was no going back.

For years I had hidden the woman who screamed beneath my hands. That night, a widow and her maid discovered who really ruled that house.

He served dinner as usual, but this time she knelt beside the sofa. In that house, after the bankruptcy, their son imposed a new order.

I thought it would be a fifteen-minute scolding. I didn’t count on the bag Bárbara brought, or on the woman that furious mother would become.

When I saw her face on the entrance camera, I knew the prey had followed the trail back to the den. All that was left was deciding whether I’d let her cross the line.

She came downstairs expecting a cake and a chorus of congratulations. Instead she found twelve candles, two silent men, and a long-planned revenge.

I cornered her against the oak door without imagining that, through the crack in the drawing room, a pair of green eyes could no longer look away from us.