The Gift My Husband Asked for on My Birthday
I agreed to his fantasy thinking it was a gift for him. What neither of them imagined is that that night I’d discover exactly what I wanted... and stop settling.
I agreed to his fantasy thinking it was a gift for him. What neither of them imagined is that that night I’d discover exactly what I wanted... and stop settling.
I lit the fuse and locked them both in an empty apartment. Now my husband is begging to watch what’s coming, and my brother-in-law already signed blank, not knowing what awaits him.
I set just one rule: I decided what would happen and how far it would go. Neither of them had any idea how far I intended to take that night.
I thought I had only gone to open the door, but that night she came into my room with me and whispered that she was going to make me lose my mind.
I had a secret date with the lover from that rooftop party. What I didn’t expect was for the other woman to show up behind the rock, determined not to just watch.
I thought it was just a routine cleaning. But when he summoned me to his house that night, I discovered he had a surprise waiting on the sofa.
We paid to become the alphas who humiliated us. But Madame Muñeca always keeps her promises... never in the way you expect.
He told me I was free to leave when I paid my debt. There were no chains on that door, and yet my feet didn’t move.
I saw her directing the move with that hoarse voice, and I knew I’d never get her out of my head. What I didn’t imagine was everything she hid under that corset.
When the cool air hit my naked skin, I understood we weren’t in the bedroom: he had taken me out to the garden, tied up and in the dark, where anyone could have seen me.
I thought I had the whole house to myself for four days. I didn’t count on him having keys, cameras, and a curiosity he’d never confessed.
Each mark the ropes leave on my skin brings me a little closer to the abyss. But it’s the only thing that silences his voice... the voice of the man I let die.
For years I’d convinced myself I knew what I wanted from a woman. That night, at the bar of a nearly empty place, a stranger showed me how wrong I was.
“Come down at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Tonight we’re going to use you between the two of us.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and started counting the hours.
My parents said that neighbor was trouble. I only knew that every time I ran into her in the elevator, I struggled to breathe and didn’t know why.
I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.
The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.
I thought I ruled the bedroom—untouchable, demanding. Then you went down on me and opened me up, and I found out how much I liked obeying.
When lockdown was lifted, I’d been holding out for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three at once.