Domination

I was on all fours, shaking, ass up, my own cock dripping on its own. He’d barely put the tip in and I was already begging him to break me completely.

“Patience is a virtue,” he said, without lifting his eyes from the coffee. And I, who had gone a month without permission to finish, knew the test began right then.

She woke with her back to me and my teeth marks on her shoulder. I told her the bathroom was mine, and she obeyed without question.

When the final applause faded, Damián locked the dressing-room door and knew that voice—and everything else—belonged to him that night.

When my new boss invited me to stay the night, I learned what had happened to her previous secretary—and discovered something about myself.

He had spent the whole summer groping where he shouldn't. That afternoon by the pool, he discovered someone had been watching—and that his luck had run out.

I always thought I knew my brother. Then I went into his room, saw what he was hiding on his screen, and realized nothing between us would ever be the same.

The black chest waits in the middle of the living room like a plastic coffin. When the mask zipper climbs up his nape, Tomás stops being a man and starts being a thing.

Two friends leave work, change clothes, and disappear into the night. This time the prey is a drunk boy outside a nightclub, and the deserted cove will see everything.

They tied me naked to a table and challenged me to an impossible shooting contest. I had no idea my salvation would come at the hands of the coldest huntress in camp.

When I went down to the library that afternoon, I had no idea my stepmother and her imposing partner had already decided what kind of man they were going to make of me.

She went down the stairs convinced no one knew anything. The man at the lot was waiting with a crooked smile and a photo that changed everything.

The day they lowered Rubén’s coffin into the earth, Mariela already knew that night she would seek out Damián in the back room, and that no one in the house would judge her for it.

He had spent years perfecting an expression that revealed nothing. But that afternoon, in the hotel lobby, his eyes betrayed the one thing he must not feel for her.

She knew exactly what she wanted that night: a man who would look at her as though she belonged to him and give her no respite. All she had to do was cross the door of that room.

He came out of the shower with the towel at his waist, as always that afternoon. But that neighbor’s look wasn’t the usual one, and he knew it before he even opened his mouth.

When the doorbell rang, Babacar ordered him to open the door wearing only that ridiculous thong. His friend came in smiling, and Tomás knew that night he no longer belonged to himself.

I walked out of that meeting with my blood boiling. That night I didn’t want to play soft: I wanted to destroy the two boys waiting for me on their knees on the mattress.

Marcos asked me to look gorgeous by the time he got home. While Carla was doing my hair, I remembered everything I did to be his—and what I’m still willing to give.

Saúl's last message had arrived seven days earlier: “Six o'clock. Don't be late.” And at six on the dot I went upstairs, my pulse in my throat and my body decided before my mind.