Domination

When the elevator door opened and I saw the apartment door ajar, I knew there would be no rules this time. And part of me had wanted that for days.

I had seen him only once and couldn’t forget his body. When I learned he was looking for me too, I waited for my mother to go to work and let him in.

I never imagined that an ordinary Sunday at the river would end with me on my knees in the grass, giving myself to him and begging him not to stop.

I’m naked while I write this. And I want you to know exactly what goes through my head when I shut the door and no one can hear me.

I thought I controlled everything at home, until the woman I married made it clear who really ruled the three of us.

When her number appeared on the screen as a missed call, I knew that night in the mountains was going to break something in her that could never be put back together.

When he had us go up on the stage and people started betting on what we were wearing under our dresses, I knew the luxury party was no longer normal.

For years I told myself I was the typical straight guy. I was lying. My hand jobs were for the guys in the locker room, and it took me too long to admit it.

I said I had heartbreak just so someone would look at me. I didn’t expect two strangers to take my cure so seriously… or for me to let them.

She was fifteen years older than me, drove a red convertible, and knew exactly what she wanted that night. All I had to do was obey and enjoy it.

I was sweaty and breathless when his voice reached me from behind. He didn’t want to take me to dinner: he wanted to buy my whole night, and I wanted to be bought.

She pulled my pants down in the middle of the path without a word, and I understood that afternoon my body didn’t belong to me, but to her.

For months he forced me to obey in his bed. When I finally spoke, I never imagined justice would repay every blow by turning him into what he hated most.

I went out alone to explore the northern area and a blow to the back of my head changed everything. I woke up surrounded by strangers, naked and with no escape.

He’d been ignoring me for weeks. That night I dressed for another man, and just as I was kissing him at the next table, he walked in arm in arm with a stranger.

I didn’t tie her hands to immobilize her. I tied them so she would understand, before anything happened, that her body was no longer hers that night.

I accepted the dare without thinking: kiss whoever was to my right for five seconds. And to my right was her, the woman who had spent a year pretending not to want me.

I was naked in bed, aching, and he offered to examine me. I had no idea how far he was willing to go to make it stop hurting.

It was raining, so we went up to my place and let luck choose our game. Neither of us imagined it would leave her naked, bound, and begging in my ropes.

All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.