Domination

“If you stay, you stay to play,” he said, looking at my friend. I only wanted him for myself, but a dark part of me wanted to see how far she’d go.

One of them pushed me against the wall while the other knelt without saying a word; I knew right away that I wasn’t leaving that apartment in one piece.

I always fell in love; she only wanted to have fun. But that night, behind a club door, I discovered something about myself I never imagined.

He told me I was free to leave when I paid my debt. There were no chains on that door, and yet my feet didn’t move.

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I saw her directing the move with that hoarse voice, and I knew I’d never get her out of my head. What I didn’t imagine was everything she hid under that corset.

When the cool air hit my naked skin, I understood we weren’t in the bedroom: he had taken me out to the garden, tied up and in the dark, where anyone could have seen me.

Each mark the ropes leave on my skin brings me a little closer to the abyss. But it’s the only thing that silences his voice... the voice of the man I let die.

It was the last person I expected to see that afternoon. I opened the door half asleep and, seeing him there with that half-smile, my mouth went dry.

“Come down at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Tonight we’re going to use you between the two of us.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and started counting the hours.

I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.

The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.

I thought I ruled the bedroom—untouchable, demanding. Then you went down on me and opened me up, and I found out how much I liked obeying.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

She could cloud an entire city with desire, but that night it was Renata who snapped the lock shut, slipped the key into her pocket, and smiled like a lovestruck jailer.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

She left the trunks on the bed and ordered me to try on every garment. That night I understood the journey was not a destination, but a test of how much I belonged to her.

For weeks, two shadows had followed her at a distance. That night, instead of hurrying away, she turned around and waited for them.

She’d worn the key to my cage around her neck for months, reminding me who was in charge. That afternoon, in the storeroom, she learned that power changes hands faster than anyone imagines.

I woke with one fixed idea between my legs and a name on my tongue. That morning, all of Pamplona smelled like sex to me, and I only wanted to find her.