Domination

I went for water at midnight and found her alone in front of the washing machine. I didn’t announce myself. I stayed in the doorway, watching, unable to leave.

When Valeria put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down, I understood that night would cross a line with no way back.

The key to my cage hung between her breasts all night, gleaming whenever she leaned over to laugh with her friends. All I could do was serve.

One message was enough to make me cancel my night. I found him on the corner by Sofía’s place and knew exactly how it would end.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

The deal was simple: if she made it to the garage without anyone seeing her, the reward would be unforgettable. But the building was never quite empty.

They meant to humiliate them in front of their children. They didn’t count on Beatriz’s black belt, or on Silvia always carrying rope in her bag.

I saw him at the coast café at midday. That night he was at the club door with his security badge, and I knew I wasn’t leaving without trying him.

I woke up bound in a room with rings in the walls and two women ready to make me talk. They made one mistake: they left me alone with their own instruments.

My friends never understood why I spent three months in a dead village. I never told them the truth: my grandfather was waiting for me with more than dinner.

Three office colleagues invited her to stay after ten. They didn’t know Camila had her own rules for nights like this.

I was warned she was bitter, that she hated men. What no one said is that behind that armor she’d gone years without anyone truly touching her.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.

Valeria came out of the bathroom in a black dress that hugged every curve. It was midnight. Two men were about to ring the doorbell. And I already knew where I would sit.

I’d seen him on the app half an hour earlier: fifty-something, active, with a photo that promised. By midnight I was in his elevator and there was no turning back.

I went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.

Nine hours until my flight and there wasn’t a single bed free in the whole airport. Then she looked at me from her table and asked, “Do you feel like sitting with me?”