Domination

The moment I crossed my legs, I already knew the three of them had planned something. What I didn’t expect was how hard it would be to stay quiet all night.

When Daniela asked if she could sleep with me that night, I knew neither of us would wake up in the morning as the same woman who had arrived at the estate.

Four days tied to his bed, twelve thousand euros richer, and a body that no longer resists the same way. The worst part isn’t what he does: it’s what starts shining in my eyes.

The doorbell rang just as she finished hanging the laundry. I hid in the bedroom and watched her go answer it wearing nothing but wedges and a smile.

The office door was left ajar, and without meaning to, I became a witness to something I shouldn’t have seen or heard, but couldn’t look away from.

I rang his bell with trembling hands. Twenty years older, a declared sadist, no mercy. And me, a virgin, begging him to begin the moment he closed the door.

She smelled of clean skin and expensive perfume. My tongue moved before my mind did, and when she turned and looked at me, I knew there was no turning back.

It was almost eleven at night and the whole building seemed empty. When I turned my chair around, all that was missing was someone opening that door. And they did.

I followed her upstairs with my eyes fixed on her skirt, never imagining that I wouldn’t be the one making the decisions that night.

When my phone buzzes at four in the morning I know it’s him, that no one else wanted him tonight, and that he’ll pay anything if I show up.

When I opened the door and saw the three of them on the landing in their blue coveralls, I knew something was going to break that afternoon, and it wasn’t just the washing machine.

When I opened the door and saw her there, barefoot with her mascara running, I knew she hadn’t come to talk. She had come to reclaim what she’d abandoned.

Three weeks without hearing from him, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I texted “hiii,” and his reply reminded me of the only thing I was to him: his obedient slut.

I entered that room thinking I was in control. I left knowing exactly who I owed my silence to.

I arrived at his apartment convinced I was going to penetrate him. I left realizing my body had always wanted the opposite.

When she pointed me out in the sea of people, I knew that night was going to break something I’d spent years trying to keep intact.

When Sofía walked into the living room and found the loan shark tied up and her husband holding a shotgun, she knew her lie had reached its end.

When Inés opened the tent flap, her girlfriend was already on top of another girl, still panting from an orgasm that wasn’t hers.

She had been slipping an intimate ingredient into my dishes for five years, and I’d tasted it every day without knowing. Until that afternoon she dared confess.

Years had passed since I’d last seen her. When she sat across from me at that bar and placed her hand on my thigh, I knew the night wouldn’t end as my cousin imagined.