Domination

I hadn't gone back for two weeks, but his midnight message found me in bed, nearly naked and without a single argument for saying no.

I didn’t sleep all night. At dawn she would dress me, make me up, and take me to the place where they would decide what kind of man I would remain… if I remained one at all.

He never imagined he would find the women in his family collecting a debt behind that door—or that he would end up enjoying every second.

I met him while collecting the mail. A week later I was on my knees in the meter room, wondering how I’d lost control so fast.

I never planned for it to end like this, but when he opened the door and saw us, I knew that night I would choose with my body, not my head.

He had spent years delivering boys to the temple while dreaming of possessing the high priestess. On the night of the full moon, his wish came true in the worst possible way.

It was eight-thirty, half an hour before the client’s call, and I already knew exactly how I wanted us to spend the wait.

Before the mirror in that room, a box of unfamiliar garments opened, and each one he put on erased a little more of the man who had entered.

When I locked the door, he turned around and reproached me for kissing another man. I couldn’t tell whether it was rage or desire burning in his eyes.

Everyone hated her before she returned to the neighborhood. I only drew her tattoos from my side of the wall—until she decided to make me pay for being her muse.

That morning, Nora had an hour left before they came to pick her up. She tightened the black skirt in the mirror and realized the price of the debt would be paid by her.

I only needed a bathroom that hot afternoon. What that old man at the garage did with his phone left me trapped and at his mercy for days.

For weeks he watched her from his window; the night he climbed the fence, he understood that she would decide everything that happened between them.

I took a seat in the third row with a cold coffee and my skepticism folded inside my notebook. I didn’t know every word she said would rewrite who I was, down to the last button.

I knocked on the door knowing I’d gone too far this time, and the woman who opened it accepted no excuses—only obedience.

Under the torch I go over my sketches and feel my body burning for her. My contract is ending, and I already know one thing: I’m not leaving this jungle without Yuma by my side.

I told him no woman spread her legs for him that easily. He only smiled and said, “We’ll see.” I had no idea what he was hiding behind that door.

I’d been noticing the way my husband’s friend looked at me for weeks. That night, alone in the patio, I understood none of it was accidental.

When the mirror showed me a face that wasn’t mine, I understood that I no longer ruled this house. I only obeyed and wanted to please her.

She parked in front of the building, looked in the rearview mirror, and did not recognize the woman staring back. That night she had decided to stop being the perfect wife.