Forbidden

He told me to spread my legs and put my hands behind my head. What he thought was a routine pat-down was really the start of my game.

Since Tomás’s death, I embraced my lust without restraint, but the package wrapped in black velvet that arrived that night hid something my fantasies never imagined.

They wound an antique watch, and by dawn his body was no longer his. A week of stolen pleasure with a price that only gets collected on the last night.

She grabbed my arm in the middle of the street and whispered that if I let her go, she might disappear. I had no idea how far that night would go or what price I’d pay for following her.

It was two in the morning, we were alone on the 25th floor, and her back was stiff. What started as a favor ended up becoming something else.

Diego touched himself thinking of Nadia when his desire opened a door that had been sealed for eighteen hundred years. What came through was hungry, and the city would be its feast.

“I knew you’d come today,” she said, and then he understood that this chance reunion was anything but chance.

I never told my partner. But when I close my eyes, I’m not the one who decides: someone comes in, holds me down, and my body stops obeying me.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I put on the gown the wrong way. What I didn’t know was how far that stranger would let himself explore me that afternoon.

I crossed the threshold without underwear, just as she had ordered. What I didn’t know was that on the other side of the door, a face I knew far too well was waiting for me.

I locked my office door, opened the day’s video, and watched my wife biting her lip while he hugged her from behind in the kitchen.

She got out of the car with her jacket half open, and I knew that night I wouldn’t hold back. She’d said we shouldn’t; I’d already decided otherwise.

She’d spent years scrubbing other people’s houses with a polite smile, but that afternoon, on her knees over the marble, she discovered how much she needed to be treated like an object.

I opened my eyes and didn’t recognize the room: only the weight of hands on my skin and the certainty that that morning belonged to others.

Every night I go down into the dungeons with bread and water. Last night, the woman chained to the pillar was waiting for me naked and with an order on her lips I couldn’t disobey.

I came in smelling like someone else and didn’t even say hello. The next day he came into my room, locked the door, and took off his belt without saying a word.

I blush just thinking that you’re going to read this, but he ordered me to: I must tell, without hiding anything, how I learned to kneel and say thank you.

I went up in a robe, barefoot and furious, ready to yell at him. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and I knew I was the one in trouble.

A single comment at the office was enough for him to decide his wife would go under the knife. Not for the baby: so he could remain the sole owner of her body.