Submission

That afternoon at the mansion, my parents made me choose between my privileges and a fantasy I never imagined I’d pay for with my own body.

When Beatriz locked the office door, neither man yet understood that the meeting had become something else.

The moment I shook the newlywed’s hand, his wife held my gaze a second too long. That night she whispered to find her after the trip.

For months, I had been posting anonymous fantasies on a forum. When he messaged asking to meet me, I knew I would obey long before I agreed to the date.

When I asked him to tie my wrists with a silk scarf, I didn’t know the real game began with a three-letter word: red.

When I opened the door and saw her standing there with the grocery bags, I had no idea that that welcome-home dinner would be the start of years of blackmail.

Hayashi’s voice hit me like a blunt удар: the contract extended forty-five more days. It was on page 492, and we’d signed without reading it.

When I hung up the phone that night, I swore I’d never obey such a filthy order. By 7:55 a.m., I was already squatting there, waiting for him.

Monday morning. Adrián’s suitcase disappeared through the door and, before the coffee was even done, we already knew that week was going to be different.

I heard him pull up in the driveway and I didn’t cover myself. I spread my legs on the sofa, moved my thong aside, and started touching myself before he even came in.

While he drowned in whiskies, he confessed his darkest fantasy to me. He didn’t know what he was asking for until I came home with it on video.

He’d had four days of bad luck until he walked into a seaside bar and saw her sitting alone, with curves that said more than she did.

Nine months of failed independence sent her back to her father’s house, to Carmen’s rules and Marcos’s gaze, which from day one made her feel things she shouldn’t.

I always knew I wanted to surrender completely to someone. What I didn’t know was that someone would be a huge stranger who hit me by mistake.

Andrés thought he was alone in the sports center showers. When he looked up and saw the coach watching him from the door, it was already too late to stop.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

The package arrived on a Tuesday without warning. Inside, three bikinis he’d chosen himself. The note said: “Try them on this afternoon. Two photos of each. Don’t improvise the angles.”

The first time I saw him with her, I wanted to kill him. The second time he walked through my door without knocking, I understood the rules had changed forever.

The most powerful voice in the country put her card in my hand with one instruction. Half an hour later, I was standing at her door.

When his hand corrected my posture from behind, I felt his body against mine and knew what came next had nothing to do with training.