Seduction

Beside the open casket, while everyone pretended to grieve, Mariana could only think about the hands of those two men and what they would do to her that same night.

He was in his twenties, had a thin wife swimming below, and hungry eyes that begged me without knowing it. That afternoon I taught him who was in charge.

I hit send and something broke forever. With his collar around my neck, I knew that crossing the bar’s door meant no longer being who I had been.

I walked through the front door following a solemn piece of music and found her lying on the bed, chained in gold and looking at me as if I were her only master.

I got into the car wearing every piece he chose, and I knew that afternoon my only job would be to obey while people passed by, unsuspecting.

I opened the wrong door and found her in front of the mirror, with two fingers where they didn’t belong. She didn’t scream. She smiled like someone who had just chosen her prey.

She wrote that she wanted to cum on my lips before we’d even met. That line hooked me, but what followed by the sea went beyond any message.

I was always the girl who followed the rules, until he ordered me to kneel and I realized my body had spent years waiting for someone to give it permission.

The first time I walked into his office I thought I was there to negotiate a loan. I left with his instructions etched into my skin and the certainty that my own desire was no longer mine to command.

That night I watched her through the window, alone and desperate with her toy. And I knew exactly what to do with her... and with her son, watching beside me in the dark.

The towel slipped during the massage and, without meaning to, I kept looking. He noticed. And from that second on I stopped being myself and became something that belonged to him.

I had been watching her for weeks behind the clinic desk. The night her life fell apart, I invited her up to my apartment and offered her the one thing she couldn't refuse.

I thought I was only going to have some fun and make a little money. I never imagined that night, between blows and caresses, I’d find exactly what my body had been crying out for.

She arrived thirteen minutes early, without a bra and with that smile that wasn’t innocent. And I had left a cord ready in the hall.

Every afternoon she brought dinner to the annex and sat there with her legs parted, whispering how her former Master had trained her. She shaped him without his noticing.

I asked her to meet me at six with one condition: a short skirt and the lingerie I chose. The rest I would decide when she walked through the door.

Before, she argued politics and read the classics. Now she sits on his lap and waits, smiling, for the next whim of the man who transformed her.

We’d been connecting for weeks through a screen, but what if there was nothing left of that spark in person? Then I saw him cross the bar and my body reacted before my mind did.

I agreed to go have a coffee with my friend’s boyfriend. When he opened the door to that room, I understood there was no coffee waiting for me.

I went down to the kitchen in my pajamas, with nothing underneath, knowing he’d be awake. The tension had been building for days, and that night I decided I wasn’t holding back anymore.