Domination

Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.

We’d been kissing in secret for months without anything else happening; that afternoon, with the bottle nearly empty, it was she who dragged me to the motel window.

When Sebastián came into my apartment, he thought he was the king of the night. He had no idea I had something in my purse that would flip the roles before dawn.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

I went down to the bathroom with my heels in my hand and still not understanding what it would feel like to spend an entire day going out as Luna on Bruno’s arm in that town.

Looking for sex online had always gone well—until that Friday afternoon in room 207, when I learned you never know with strangers.

He put velvet handcuffs on my wrists and the blindfold over my eyes. He told me to trust him, that I was going to like it. I didn’t know how to say yes.

When she came out of the bathroom in the clothes I’d left on the bed, I knew that afternoon she’d obey every order without a complaint.

When I left the shower shaved and dizzy from rum, I saw him sitting on the bed with a pink collar and wig. The island wasn’t shelter—it was a trap.

When I went down the stairs naked, my sister-in-law still didn't know what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step downward. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out—or sought one.

Valentina recognized the three men in the dining room: she had greeted them at company parties. Tonight, Rodrigo had brought them for another reason.

Valeria had just landed her first contract in the adult industry. Her mother had a surprise waiting at their usual motel, the same room where it all began.

I’d had that drawer locked for years. That morning I found it open, and inside was a black disc with Sofía’s name written on it in marker.

She opened the door in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that dinner wouldn’t be like the others, but I couldn’t imagine how far we’d go.

They told me the client was special. They didn’t tell me he was the city’s most feared man—or that once I tied him up, he would truly begin to break.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is doing nothing. I lay on the sofa, arms spread, and let her take control.

The ropes marked my skin red. Guilt marked my soul black. And that man kept looking for the crack where he could break me open completely.

I had been living this double life for months, and that week was mine alone. Until the club door opened and I saw the last man who should have seen me walk in.