Domination

The voice on the other end of the headset gave me a simple order: I couldn’t finish until she decided. And then she logged off without saying when she’d be back.

When I looked up from my phone and saw him walking toward my bench, I knew that afternoon in Zona T would not end with a simple chat under the palm trees.

Her skirt was torn, her lips swollen, and she smelled of a man who wasn’t me. The worst part wasn’t seeing her like that—it was what she ordered me to do next.

When she opened the door in that short dress and that alcohol-soaked smile, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way she’d planned.

The message came from an unknown number: triple pay to keep him company on Christmas Eve. I put on the red dress, the impossible heels, and crossed the city not knowing what waited for me.

My mouth and body were ready, my heart pounding in my chest. All that was left was for him to walk through the door and look at me the way I needed him to.

He told me he’d show me three moments of pleasure and send me away light. He didn’t mention the cuffs, the balcony, or the vibrator that would change everything.

The rumor swept through the bakery: Espiguita was back. And the only man who truly knew her felt the past crashing down on him.

I served her the four o’clock coffee as always. Only this time, I’d added something that wasn’t on any schedule.

They said he wasn’t fit to be the lead. But that ass, the producer murmured with the camera on him, that ass has a future in this industry.

The first time I knelt before my cousin, I stopped being who I was. What came after changed my body forever.

I went in with the key he’d left in the planter. What I didn’t expect was to find her waiting for me, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

He shut the bathroom door, looked at himself in the mirror in the short blouse and wet lace, and knew there was no way back tonight.

Camila closed the blind without taking her eyes off me, and when I got into bed, I could think of nothing else but what she had said about my mother.

That Friday we were the last ones at the pool. When I got out of the water, his eyes dropped to my swimsuit and I knew the student would be someone else tonight.

I dialed the number with a trembling hand. A South American voice told me to go up to the third floor, that it wouldn’t hurt, that tonight I’d learn to ask for more.

I’m twenty-four and still learning what turns me on. That afternoon, with my hand on my throat, I discovered something I didn’t know I needed.

I expected lies the night I confronted him. I didn’t expect to get wet imagining him on his knees, becoming what he had always wanted to be.

When I came out of the bathroom with the plug still inside me and my body shaved smooth, I knew that entire day belonged to her and her rules.