Domination

I had her caged beside the table, on all fours, while my friends ate and tossed leftovers onto the metal tray. That was only the beginning.

That week I behaved like an insolent girl, and he warned me: we’d see whether I was still so haughty when he had me right in front of him, on my knees.

No one around me suspects it, but all day long I obey orders that exist only in my head... and I want more and more for them to become real.

When the cabin heater went out, my husband reminded me that his rules don’t break just because it’s cold. That night I learned what truly belonging to him meant.

I dreamed of both of them when I felt the weight of a body climb onto the bed. A warm hand ran down my back, and before I opened my eyes I knew it wasn’t Mateo who had returned.

I was on all fours, shaking, ass up, my own cock dripping on its own. He’d barely put the tip in and I was already begging him to break me completely.

When she told me her bed was big and she had everything ready for me, I felt a shiver. Her look wasn’t that of a boss: it was the look of someone who’d been calculating it for weeks.

They tied me naked to a table and challenged me to an impossible shooting contest. I had no idea my salvation would come at the hands of the coldest huntress in camp.

When I went down to the library that afternoon, I had no idea my stepmother and her imposing partner had already decided what kind of man they were going to make of me.

He had spent years perfecting an expression that revealed nothing. But that afternoon, in the hotel lobby, his eyes betrayed the one thing he must not feel for her.

She knew exactly what she wanted that night: a man who would look at her like she belonged to him and give her no reprieve. She only had to walk through that hotel room door.

He came out of the shower with the towel at his waist, as always that afternoon. But that neighbor’s look wasn’t the usual one, and he knew it before he even opened his mouth.

When the doorbell rang, Babacar ordered him to open the door wearing only that ridiculous thong. His friend came in smiling, and Tomás knew that night he no longer belonged to himself.

I walked out of that meeting with my blood boiling. That night I didn’t want to play soft: I wanted to destroy the two boys waiting for me on their knees on the mattress.

Marcos asked me to look gorgeous by the time he got home. While Carla was doing my hair, I remembered everything I did to be his—and what I’m still willing to give.

When the whiskey spilled on my pink dress, I knew that wedding wouldn’t end the way I thought. I didn’t know the bride’s uncle would be waiting for me in the darkest hallway.

Under my track pants I wore only fishnets and a lace thong. I wasn’t looking for just any doorway: I was looking for the place where they’d treat me like an object.

I was ready from four in the afternoon, soaked and aching, when that short man knocked on my door, never imagining I’d force out his nickname.

From my wheelchair I watched my wife get out of the car on my boss’s arm. And I knew, without knowing how, that that night I’d be surplus in my own marriage.

That September morning I saw the shyest girl in class walk in. It took me two weeks to realize the shy one wasn’t her, it was me.