Punishment

When she caught me in her room with the slipper in my hand, her look mixed surprise with something darker. That day changed everything between us.

When she opened her eyes, it took her three seconds to understand where she was. She was tied up, naked, hanging from the ceiling. And she had asked for it herself.

They grabbed me from behind before I saw it coming. In seconds I was on my knees in broad daylight, with the whole park watching.

Nadia had two perfect slaves, half a million dollars agreed upon, and a victorious smile. She never imagined Viktor would bring the collar for her.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

The queen ordered him hydrated, but Sofia emptied the goblet over her own foot. He licked every drop from her instep, trembling with thirst and humiliation.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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

I walked into her room with a tray and she looked at me from the bed, almost naked, and asked: “Do you like what you see?” Something in me woke up without warning.

The plaid skirt, the thigh-high stockings, the smeared makeup. That afternoon alone at home, I became who I most wanted to be, and my body surprised me in a way I never expected.

Rodrigo hung from the Pillar on the brink of collapse. Valeria could not defy the Queen, but she would not let a healthy man die through negligence.

I woke with my hands tied in a dark room. I didn’t know how I got there. I did know I was investigating the wrong people.

Rodrigo hung from the Pillar of the Condemned when Catalina crossed the threshold. Guard Nora already had her hand on her dagger. There were rules no one broke in that castle.