Domination

I advanced beside my sponsor, not behind her like the other cases. I was the highest-rated, and that night they all wanted to buy me.

I shaved, put on the wig and heels, and talked to the camera as if someone might really show up. One night, someone did.

When I went down to the hotel gym, I never expected to end the night with swollen knuckles and two broken ribs that weren’t mine. What came afterward was worse.

I crossed the empty campus with my lab coat against my naked skin and my heart racing. Adrián was waiting inside, and we both knew we wouldn't be sleeping that night.

The next morning, Marta looked at me over her coffee with a smile that wasn’t innocent. She’d used my laptop. She knew everything, and I had nowhere to hide.

When the old man said, “Come for fifteen days and don’t ask questions,” I should have refused. Instead, I grabbed my bag and climbed into his truck.

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.

The stained dress still hung on the door like a trophy, and she no longer feared any mirror or any gaze.

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.

When the last coworker closed the door, I knew that night I wouldn’t go home as the same woman. He looked at me and I was already trembling.

If you’ve never had a good blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And no, I don’t mean coming in her mouth. I’m going to tell you the secret I discovered by chance.

At seven sharp, the clinic was empty and the doctor locked the door behind him. Mercedes had no idea her burn would be the least of what was stinging that morning.

Tied under the lights with his gaze fixed on my back, I understood that tonight the real show was him: forced to watch everything he refused to give me.

Two strangers filmed me from under the table while he ordered me to stay still. The worst part was that I loved being the show everyone was watching.

A stranger promised to meet me in the back row, but I ended up in the hands of everyone else, offered up again and again in the dark.

She told me that if I wanted her ass, I’d have to earn it. What I didn’t expect was for her to show up at my door on New Year’s Eve, suitcase in hand and giving orders.

It was an April afternoon. I went out without a bra and in a tiny thong. I had no idea my husband would stop at the abandoned gas station and do that to me.

At three in the morning I saw a masked woman force my neighbors’ door. When the light hit her face, I recognized the city’s most feared crimefighter.

He carried the tray trembling, the skirt riding up his thighs, while they toasted and laughed. That night he wasn't a guest: he was the party's toy.