Seduction

For years I swallowed her provocations and played the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony overlooking the sea, something inside me broke.

I never imagined that the elegant, composed woman who raised me was hiding someone entirely different on the living-room armchair at two in the morning.

The first time I entered her apartment, I found a thong hanging in the shower—and knew our deal of food for hot water would cost me far more than a few empanadas.

I went down to the living room half asleep and found her on the floor, in leggings, following a video. Then she turned her head, smiled, and asked if I wanted to join her.

He got two smiles out of me in one week, and I gave him my number. That afternoon, in his building’s stairwell, I taught him what an experienced woman can do.

They thought they were paying for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: she liked giving orders too much to ever go back.

I went expecting Pilar, but it was her friend who slid the number across the table and told me, without beating around the bush, to call her as soon as I got home.

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.

When she handed me her card and told me to bring an appetite, I knew she wasn’t looking for conversation—she wanted someone who could keep up until dawn.

I knew it was dangerous to be alone with her in the boiler room, but when she tied my wrists to the wall and brushed my skin with her fangs, I didn’t want her to stop.

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

I’ve always had a strange fixation. That afternoon I decided my best friend would be the first to obey me, on his knees and with nothing to hide.

She kept the card for weeks, telling herself she would never go. One Friday afternoon, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she put on her best dress and walked through that door.

She handcuffed me in my swim trunks on a false accusation, but when she squeezed me to force a confession, she discovered pain didn't scare me. And she needed someone like that.

He came into my living room convinced no game of dominance could touch him. I gave him a safeword and warned him he’d be begging to use it.

My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.

The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.

My husband napped while I walked the sand, searching for the three men I’d spent two days imagining. I wasn’t coming back without them.

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the following day at noon. I didn’t know how many people there would be or what awaited me, but I’d already said yes.

I lifted my dress step by step while they followed me up the stairs. By the time we reached my room, there was nothing left to hide.