Submission

I went downstairs dressed to serve them drinks, but everyone in that room knew the real prize of the game wasn’t on the table—it was in their hands.

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.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.

They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.

“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.

We gave her red lingerie and the promise of a night without rules. That very night, among strangers’ bodies, my shy Camila stopped asking permission.

She came down the stairs in a black dress that barely covered her, and the two guests realized that dinner was about to be unlike any other.

I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.

Five men, an empty bus, and a route that veered off course. I recognized every face and knew that night I wasn’t getting home early.

I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

She told her husband she’d sleep at a friend’s house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening to the line forming outside.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

She trusted her blindly, which is why she didn’t ask where they were going when the car left the highway and headed for the coast with the professor in the back seat.