Obsession's Embrace

The Taming (pt. 1)

I watch as Electra slowly walks back towards me. She reaches up, pulling her hair back with a hair tie she had on her wrist. My eyes widen slightly in fear as she glares at me. Her face devoid of any emotion except anger.

"Stand up," she says calmly, pulling her leather jacket off revealing a tight tank top beneath.

She sets the jacket on the chair and when I don't move she turns her gaze back to me and raises an eyebrow.

"I suggest you get the fuck up, now!" She shouts.

Flinching, I scramble to the edge of the bed and stand. My head bows slightly when she looks into my eyes.

"So I'm a brat, huh?" Electra asks.

It's a fucking dare. Not a real question. She's daring me to open my mouth. For some fucked up reason I have yet to decipher, I do.

"Yes," I whisper without an ounce of confidence.

I didn't think this was possible, but she actually frowns more. Her face turning into a vicious scowl.

"Turn around," she orders.

"Or what?" I ask, lifting my head.

"Or I'll destroy your body so bad you have to go on a two month long hiatus from work," she replies.

I gasp, "you wouldn't."

"Want to test that theory, babygirl?" She asks.

I slowly turn around, gulping as I do. Only I didn't realize I haven't yet come to know true fear. Not
Until I hear something click behind me while something presses against my spine.

I'm not stupid.

Electra just pulled a gun on me.

All the color drains from my face. My heart beats out of my chest and my brain is screaming. Asking and begging that I plead for my life.

"P-Please," I whisper, tears stinging my eyes.

She pushes the gun rougher into my back.

"Shut up. And strip," she speaks firmly but with a hint in her voice that relaxes me, only a little.

With shaking hands, I do as I'm told. Pulling my clothes off one by one, slowly. When I'm fully naked, my breaths come out as shaky wheezes. I don't know what to expect. Does she plan to kill me? Hurt me? Fuck me with her gun like she does the knife?

Jesus. Why did the thought send shivers down my spine and through my clit? Why do I feel myself dripping down my thigh right now?

Oh so you have a gun play kink too, bitch? Okay...

"Keep your feet on the floor and bend over, do not move."

I hesitate and she raises the gun, pressing it to the back of my head. I whimper, and more juices drip from me as I obey, bending over the bed onto my elbows.

Electra kicks my feet apart, earning a squeak from me at the suddenness. She slides the barrel of the gun down the back of my neck and I shiver.  She trails it down my spine and my back automatically arches.

I'm fucking scared of what she might do to me. What she could do to me. But my body is thrilled.

"Please don't kill me," I whisper.

"Be a good girl, and shut up," Electra warns with a slap to my ass with her free hand.

I gasp and bite my lip, tears falling down my cheeks as the emotions take over. I know I want this. I want to see what she does. But that doesn't mean the uncertainty of what lies ahead doesn't scare me.

The gun moves away from my back and I feel it slide down my ass, between my legs, and then the cold barrel rubbing against my clit. A small moan escapes me.

Again, I ask, what the fuck is wrong with me?

She sighs behind me, leaning over my back while she continues to rub my clit with the gun. I fight the urge to ride it, but I lose the battle. My knees bend slightly, pressing my clit harder against the gun as I buck my hips slowly, moaning louder.

Electra smirks by my ear.

"Bad girls don't deserve to do this, babygirl."

She pulls the gun from me and I whimper. When it presses against my back again I freeze, my body tensing up.

I hear the sound of her belt buckle loosening and my heart pounds even more. Fucked. I'm fucked. But the thought has me dripping with desire.

When she swings the belt, and I feel the first strike, hard and fast across both cheeks, I cry out. Whimpers coming from my mouth as my body jumps from the impact.

She's got a good fucking swing and that is both unfortunate for me, and thrilling. When she swings again, and again, and again, my cries of pain turn to lustful cries.

It isn't until she stops that I realize I'm smiling. I drop my head to the sheets and moan. Electra pants behind me.

"Got something to say, Rhea?" She asks.

"Yes," I sigh.

"I'm waiting."

I look over my shoulder at her.

"Is that all you've got?"