Seduction

I met her when I was twenty and wanted her in silence for over a decade. When she reappeared, I knew this time I wouldn’t be satisfied with just looking.

I went down to the reservoir to escape the heat and ended up lying on the shore, unable to move, while a stranger’s toes decided the pace of my surrender.

Adrián told me how many to take and in what order, and I obeyed without asking. I had no idea how far he was willing to take control of my body.

When the bathroom light suddenly came on, I froze, bikini bottoms in my hand and her eyes locked on mine. I knew I wasn’t in charge anymore.

I had never paid attention to anyone’s feet until that hot afternoon when she stretched one toward me and asked, with a smile, if I dared to touch it.

For years I fantasized about serving a woman who wanted me at her feet. Renata didn’t pretend to dominate: she did it with a calm that left me breathless.

She put her feet on my legs, ordered me to unbuckle the straps of her sandals, and with a smile that was anything but innocent, told me that would be the price of her silence.

I always thought there was nothing dirtier than feet. That night, barefoot and nervous in my friend’s bed, I found out how wrong I was.

I offered to check her ankle as a doctor. She crossed her leg, brought her foot to my face, and I knew, in that instant, who was really in charge.

Lying on the edge of the bed, black stockings climbing my legs, I warned him I wouldn’t use my hands that night: I’d undo him with my feet alone.

I chose the spot closest to the water, dropped my bikini, and before lying down, searched for the one who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off me.

No one dared move, but she knew that one gesture from her would be enough to make the whole beach hold its breath and the circle cease to be only sand.

“I’m your lady and I order you to stay still,” she whispered. I had survived three combat missions, but nothing had prepared me to obey her.

Neither said it out loud, but both knew it: every gesture under the sun was a challenge, an invitation no one on the beach could ignore that afternoon.

Two gleaming bodies, a circle of men watching, and one unanswered question: would they fight for attention or split it like accomplices?

The rule had always been the same: her virginity was untouchable. Tonight, before a room full of eager men, that rule would be broken at the highest bid.

I had imagined it in silence for years, never telling a soul. That night, at the bar of a strange hotel, a stranger decided for me.

I was still naked on the bed when the door opened, and for a second neither of us knew what to do with what the other had just seen.

I went down to the study that night only to discover the plan they had for me. And instead of running, I knelt and said yes to everything.

No one dared move, until she lifted the bottle of oil toward the strangers and, without saying a word, invited them into the game.