Domination

When I invited her to my apartment, I thought I’d be in control. Her gaze changed the moment I closed the door, and I knew I was wrong.

I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.

I opened the door expecting one man. There were two. And they brought a duffel bag with everything needed to turn me into their toy for hours.

I knew nothing could ever happen between Don Rodrigo and me. But I found a way to make it real, even if only once, even if no one else knew.

They promised me a transformation. What I found was a hell of submission, punishment, and humiliation where my body stopped being mine.

They presented her to the house like one more of them, but when the Master’s bedroom door closed behind her, Elena knew nothing had prepared her for this.

I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.

I didn’t clean them off. I left the hotel with his cum between my toes and walked the whole city like that, feeling that I was his with every step.

When I hung up the phone, my hands were shaking. A clinic of extreme discipline. A year locked away, no way out. And I had said yes.

I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.

The first time I saw him, I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.

I knew there would be consequences for being late. What I didn’t know was that Marcos had planned something far worse than punishment.

I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.