Obsession's Embrace

The Taming (pt. 3)

I lost track of what time it was when I finally fell asleep. The last time I looked at the clock it was well after 3 in the morning. Yesterday was a long fucking day, and an even longer night.

Electra is a bitch. She left me here. Tied up in a hotel room all fucking night after she tortured and teased me. If she thinks this is supposed to teach me a lesson in not being a brat she's fucking wrong.

And if she thinks she'll walk in here to a submission and an apology with me begging to cum? Then she's fucking delusional. The time for apologies and begging is over.

I hold my breath every time I hear footsteps in the hall. The sun peaks through the small space between the curtains and lights a path on the floor to the door. When I finally hear the door unlock, I release my breath, thankful that she'll finally come set me free.

But also pissed the hell off that she hasn't yet.

Electra walks into the room and I catch the way she grins when I turn my head away from her. Oh she's fucking smug as hell.

"Good morning, Rhea," she says, a bit too chipper for my liking.

I don't respond. Instead, I watch the way the curtains move with the air blowing on them. Electra sets her helmet down.

"Giving me the silent treatment today?" She asks.

I scoff and turn my head to her.

"Untie my hands," I demand.

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. The stance she's taking almost shatters my desire to be defiant and demanding. Almost.

"Not even a please? Are you having an attitude so early in the morning?"

"Fucking untie me!" I shout and pull against the restraints.

Electra tsks, shaking her head and looking down at her waist as she hooks her thumbs around her belt. A second one. One that she could use on me while I'm tied up.

The gesture makes me gulp. She wouldn't give me more so soon, would she? Jesus Christ she's insane.

"Babygirl," she starts with a sigh before looking back up at me, "I suggest you drop the attitude because your punishment is not over yet. When it is, I'll untie you, if you're good."

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. She's fucking serious. I still have more punishment to endure. Fucking hell, all this for calling her a brat?

"Electra!" I whine, every last trace of my anger dissolving into fear.

She holds up a hand and I bite my lip.

"I'm taking you to breakfast and I want you to apologize while we sit there and eat. Then I want you to thank me for everything I did last night," she explains.

If horror has an expression, it's written all over my face. I whine again and struggle against the restraint.

"No way! No fucking way am I saying all of that in public! What if someone hears and they know me?? It would be all over X and Instagram and-"

"Then you'll think harder next time before acting like a little brat, won't you?" She interrupts.

I groan in frustration and pre-embarrassment. There's no way I'm getting out of this, is there? By the look on her face, I'd say no.

"Fine," I whisper in defeat, "please untie me? My arms hurt."

Electra's brows scrunch and she walks towards me as my breathing gets faster. My chest rising and falling quickly as tears prick my eyes.