Forbidden

They thought they were paying a price for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: being in charge felt too good to ever go back.

There were twenty photos and a video hidden in a folder with a single letter. I opened it expecting anything but what I was about to see.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

I invited him to teach me how to defend myself. By the time my father returned, my uncle would already have learned that one gesture from me was enough to put him on his knees.

I thought my secret was safe behind a half-open door. I never imagined she’d end up holding my fate clenched in her fist.

I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.

The owner insisted she take off her bra to try on the strapless dress. What Mariana didn’t expect was to see her mother nod in approval at every order.

Every morning she watched her come out of the kitchen in a nightgown clinging to her body and settled for crumbs. Until the coffee grove left them alone all day.

I was soaping myself when the curtain opened and there she was, smiling, not a stitch on, determined not to leave even when I told her to.

Mariana had never kissed another woman until that night. She came home trembling with desire, never imagining her stepsister was watching her in the dark.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

Renata called me to ask for a favor, but the one who left me breathless that afternoon was the woman who finished cleaning and waited for me by the elevator.

For months I’d felt her searching for me in the crowd during the sermon. That Sunday I decided to follow her home and find out what that look was hiding.

She caught me with my hand inside my pants, staring at her through the crack in the door. Instead of shouting, she smiled and told me she had a lot to teach me.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.