The first time

I arrived at the hotel with my heart racing. When the door opened, there he was. For a few seconds neither of us knew what to say. We looked at each other, aware that the moment we had imagined so many times had finally arrived.
I went in. He closed the door behind me and the silence seemed to intensify.

"The nerves are normal," he said with a half smile. "But now I want you to trust me."

I nodded.

His gaze changed. It became firm, authoritative, and my breathing quickened.

"Undress."

The order fell on me with unexpected force. I obeyed slowly, feeling how each piece of clothing I left behind increased my vulnerability. When I finally stood completely naked in front of him, I remained motionless, trembling with emotion.

He came closer.

Suddenly, his open hand cut through the air and the slap echoed in the room. The impact made me lose my balance and I ended up on the floor, surprised, my heart racing wildly.

He remained in front of me for a few moments.

"Look at me."

I raised my eyes.

Then he reached out a hand toward me. I took it and he helped me up.

"I wanted to know if you were really capable of obeying me," he murmured.

Those words made the atmosphere change completely. We were no longer two nervous strangers. Something far more powerful had appeared between us: a silent tension, a mixture of authority, trust and anticipation.

He leaned into my ear.

"The night has just begun."

And for the first time I understood that this encounter was going to remain etched in my memory for a long time.