Obsession's Embrace

Brat

The ride to the hotel is chilling. It's cold out and I only have a thin sweater on. I find myself leaning forward slightly, craving Electra's body heat.

When we come to a stop at a red light, she grabs my wrists and pulls my hands from her hips, pulling me closer and wrapping them around her waist. Permission to use her for warmth. I sigh, thankful she can't hear me through the helmets we're wearing.

Electra drives the rest of the way back to the hotel and I almost don't want the ride to end. This is the closest I've been to her without the sexual nature. The sheer dominance she gives off. It's throwing me for a fucking loop.

I'm dominant.

I'm commanding.

I punish brats.

So why am I being submissive? Why do I listen to what she tells me to do? And why the fuck was I bratty earlier?

Electra brings out a side of me I didn't know I had. A side that was so deeply buried it never came to light. Until she sought me out in the club that night. It was fucking instant. I immediately succumbed to her dominance. Immediately obeyed her commands.

Had she told me to kiss her boots I-

"Rhea," Electra's stern voice interrupts my thoughts, "I need you to let go now."

I blink then look around. We're outside the hotel. How'd we get here so fast? Better yet, how long have we been parked?

I let go of her, my arms dropping to my sides as I lean back on the seat. Electra gets off the bike, turns towards me, and immediately sits back down on it. She pulls her helmet off before grabbing the buckle of mine, undoing it and pulling the helmet from my head.

She raises an eyebrow at my flushed face.

"Did you zone out?" She asks.

"Yeah," I choke out.

"What were you thinking about?"

My face flushes more. How do I explain that last thought without bringing it to life? Simple. Don't.

"That night at the club," I answer with a half truth.

A smirk grows across Electra's face and I roll my eyes. Groaning as I go to slide off the bike. That is until a hand wraps around my wrist in a tight grip, pulling me back down onto the seat with a thud.

I gulp at the glare on her face. The damn near soulless brown eyes piercing right through me as though I slapped her.

"I-I'm-"

"Don't say you're sorry. You're not. Don't ever roll your eyes at me again," she warns.

Her words didn't say much. But the fact that I've already encountered her angry side once, and got my ass reddened for it, I think her tone says more. If I do piss her off again, the spanking she already gave me will seem like she was using a feather compared to the next one.

"I think you know what will happen if you do," she says as she leans closer with every word, brushing her lips against my ear, "be a good girl and get your ass inside."

Gulping again, I force a nod and stand from the bike. I slowly walk away, my hands subconsciously finding their way behind my back to clasp together over my ass for protection. I hear a chuckle behind me and spin around, piercing her with my own glare.

"Are you laughing at me?" I ask.

"Absolutely," she grins.

"Ugh you're-"

Electra raises an eyebrow.

"I'm what? Finish that sentence," she dares.

I bite my lip. Do I want to finish the sentence? Do I want to tell her off? I've already been spanked, chased through the woods, and fucked in said woods with a knife today. Do I really want more?

Fuck no!

Fuck yes!

My brain and my pussy both scream at the same time. I really should start listening to my brain one of these days.

Electra raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for an answer.

"You're such a brat," I say with my whole chest.

Before I even know what hit me, I find myself tossed over Electra's shoulder, my head dangling close to her ass as she wraps an arm around the back of my knees to hold me still by my legs. I squeal. Fucking squeal.

Apparently, today's the day to play with my fucking life. It is also apparently not the day I listen to my brain.

Electra walks into the hotel and my cheeks turn bright red as she marches me through the lobby as though this is a normal fucking occurrence. I don't look up from her ass to see if anyone is watching my demise.

I thought she would put me down once we got in the elevator but she doesn't. She just lets me dangle here like a fucking sack of potatoes.

"Can you put me down now?" I ask impatiently.

"What floor?" She asks.

"Put me down and I'll tell you," I demand.

Two hard swats on my ass make me gasp and kick up my feet.

"Three, damn it!" I shout.

I hear her press the button for floor three and the doors slide closed. Biting the inside of my cheek, I decide on another tactic.

"I'm sorry. Please can you put me down?"

She scoffs, "when we get into your room."

A growl escapes my mouth as my dominant side fights to come out. I wiggle in her arms as anger courses through my veins.

"Keep it up," she says.

When she holds me tighter, I lose all of my last few smart thoughts and slap her ass with all the strength I can muster like this. She doesn't even flinch. Her body doesn't react at all. Never have I ever had a woman not react to me slapping their ass like that.

It makes my blood run cold and I know I've fucked up before she even speaks. This woman has no ounce of submission in her body.

"You're going to regret that," she says lowly through gritted teeth.

The elevator doors open and my heart thunders in my chest. Beating so hard and fast I can hear it in my ears. After giving her my room key and number, Electra carries me down the hallway, opens the door and carries me inside.

She tosses me onto the bed before walking away and putting the do not disturb sign on the door.

If I didn't know before how fucked I am. I really fucking know now.