Domination

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

When the study door creaked behind me, I knew we weren’t alone, and that the woman hiding in the shadows wasn’t leaving.

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.

I had spent years hiding the woman who screamed beneath my hands. That night, a widow and her servant discovered who truly 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 to the den. All that remained was deciding whether to 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.

He was more than twice her age and her mother’s man. But when they were left alone in the house, Carla understood he’d wanted exactly this for months.

I left home wearing the red thong and my heart racing: my uncle never called me in on a day off, and I already knew why.

By day the perfect daughter, by night my own mother’s lover. I learned to fake it in front of everyone, until my sister came back and I had to choose between them.

Standing in front of them in nothing but the pink lace set, I waited for the order. The bag with the dress weighed in my hands, and I was already trembling before it all began.

I’d spent months avoiding coming back, but that afternoon my sister put a video on the screen and nothing in our family was ever the same again.

I thought the whole house was mine that night. Then the lock turned, he looked at me from the doorway, and I was still naked on the sofa.

He hadn’t touched anyone in months when I started looking at my aunt differently. She prayed every night; all I could think about was how to bend her without guilt.

Every afternoon, when he returned from the faculty, he hid his men’s clothes in the bottom drawer like evidence of a crime. Then he descended in heels.

I thought my secret was safe between these walls, until I heard his window slam shut and knew someone had just seen who I really am.