Laura's night

Laura's Night

The city vibrated under the fine rain that fell on

Barcelona, ​​transforming the street lights into hypnotic reflections. From the window of her apartment, Laura watched the movement of the cars and the shadows that lengthened on the sidewalk.

The night had something different, an electricity in the air that made her skin crawl even before he arrived.

She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of her black dress. Every detail was intentional: the clothes that barely covered what was necessary, the perfume that she knew drove him crazy, and the slight tremor in her lips that revealed the mix of desire and anticipation that consumed her.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the silence of the room. Her heart jumped, and without thinking too much, she walked to the door. There he was, imposing, with that smile that disarmed her will in a second. His eyes scanned her, a quick but intense glance that made her feel naked.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his deep voice caressing her senses. But his words, though soft, carried an edge of control that made her shudder.

“Thank you…” she murmured, but her voice sounded weak, almost like a whisper.

He wasted no time. He closed the door behind him and took her chin in a firm hand, lifting her face until their gazes met.

“Are you mine tonight?”

Laura swallowed, feeling her insides surrender to the intensity of his question.

Yes, I am yours.

That’s what I want to hear. Now, get on your knees.

The tone in his voice left no room for doubt, and she obeyed without hesitation. The soft carpet beneath her knees contrasted with the hardness of his gaze, the one that made her feel so small and, at the same time, completely alive.

As he walked around her, like a predator assessing its prey, her breathing became heavier. Each step of his echoed in her mind, fueling the tension building inside her.

“You’re a good bitch, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear as he stopped behind her.

The warmth of his breath ran down her neck, sending a shiver through her.

“Yes, I am,” he replied, barely audible.

She immediately felt his hand on the back of her neck, firm but not hurtful, forcing her to raise her voice.

I didn’t hear you. Be clear.

Yes, sir! I’m your bitch.

A lopsided smile appeared on his lips, and she noticed it even without seeing him. She knew she’d pleased him, and it ignited something deep inside her. But he wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Tonight you’re going to learn to be one for real.”

The words hung in the air as he pulled her to her feet. With a mix of firmness and care, he led her to the bedroom, his hands controlling everything: her steps, her posture, even her breathing. Every gesture of his had a purpose, and Laura let herself be led, trusting that he would guide her where he wanted.

In the bedroom, he stripped her of her clothes with a slowness that bordered on cruelty. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor left her more exposed, not only physically, but emotionally. When she was completely naked, he made her look into his eyes as he ran a finger down her cheek, down her neck, all the way to her chest.

“Look at you, so beautiful and so mine.”

The tone was a whisper, but the words were a command that made her shudder. She tried to respond, but a moan escaped her lips before she could form words.

“Today you are going to do exactly what I tell you,

understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

And so the game began. He took her to the edge, physically and mentally. Every touch, every whisper in her ear, every dirty word he uttered sank her deeper and deeper into that state of absolute submission. “Bitch,” he called her, and instead of embarrassing her, the word lit a fire she couldn’t control.

He made her beg, moan, even cry with pleasure, but he always knew when to stop, when to give her a pause that would leave her craving more. When she thought she couldn’t take it, he surprised her with something new: a deeper touch, a harsher word, a gesture that made her explode in waves of ecstasy that didn’t seem to end.

Hours later, when he dropped her onto the sheets, exhausted and satisfied, Laura could barely move. Her body trembled, covered in a sheen of sweat that told the story of her absolute surrender. He leaned over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and planted a kiss on her forehead, soft but charged with power.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes still shining with a mix of exhaustion and pleasure, and in that moment he knew that tonight wouldn’t be the last.

I had crossed a line, I had given up everything I was and I had discovered that I wanted more.