Domination

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?”

I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.

When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.

When Elena opened the doors, the smell of burned flesh reached her before the sight. Two broken bodies, a filthy job, and a guard determined to stop it.

It all began the night I discovered that my mother had been sleeping with the man I was in love with for months.

She arrived with her backpack on her shoulder and shut herself in the bathroom. When she came out, her smile already promised the whole night would throw my life into chaos.

Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.

I woke up cuffed to the ceiling in a room full of whips and rings. Two women meant to break me. No one warned them I learn fast.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.

The message came the night before: “Tomorrow you’ll be my teacher. Bring a uniform.” I held the phone in my hand, unable to sleep.

I’d been going to the same boring gym for weeks when the owner showed up: mid-forties, defined arms, and a calm that’s more intimidating than any gesture.

Rodrigo crawled behind her heels through the castle halls, naked and with the collar biting his throat. That was the queen’s breakfast.

What began as a shared game became something neither of us had foreseen: a man who arrived as a guest and stayed with everything.

By the time Sebastián finished describing the process, I already had to invent an excuse to go to the bathroom. I never imagined that the next day I’d be the one asking for it.