Obsession's Embrace

Breakfast, Threats, and Darkness

Electra practically had to drag me into the restaurant. If she hadn't threatened to fuck my throat with a strap once I got back home I would have kept running when we got here.

Yes, I ran.

No, I'm not ashamed.

I am ashamed at how fucking fast she caught me. I didn't even make it out of the parking lot before a strong arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me off my feet, earning a squeak from me.

"I'll give you two choices, babygirl," she whispered in my ear, "run again and I'll fuck your throat with my strap when you get home. And make no mistake, you'll be so hoarse trying to talk on the mic next Monday. Or, you can get your ass in that restaurant and eat."

When she set me back down, I glared at her. She raised an eyebrow and took a step toward me. I fucking cowered down and caved. She still guided me by slapping my ass every time I hesitated.

Now, after five slaps, I'm sitting across from her in a booth in the middle of the restaurant. Squirming in my seat from the soreness. Bloody hell do I understand my previous girls' pain now. I almost want to call and apologize. Though, being uncomfortable is the point.

I push my food around on my plate while I stare down at it. My face beet red with embarrassment and nervousness. Electra takes a bite of her breakfast and watches me. Her eyes full of amusement.

"Eat, Rhea," she orders.

"Chill," I mumble.

Her chewing slows, "excuse me?"

I shove a forkful of food into my mouth and smile a little while I chew. She nods.

"Anything you want to say?" she asks and takes another bite.

I swallow what I was chewing in a gulp. Then I grab my water and take a long sip of it. Electra waits patiently. Knowing it's inevitable that I'll fold and say everything she wants to hear.

"I-I'm sorry," I say softly.

"Speak up, baby," she smirks.

A frown crosses my face as my eyes dart around the room. There's people all around us for the breakfast rush. Anyone wanting to listen will hear me, and a few people have given me knowing smiles. Smiles that said they know who I am, but were too afraid to say hi.

And I'm way too uncomfortable to seek them out. Maybe I should wave someone over to distract from what she's wanting me to do.

No, dumbass. She'll make you say it with them standing there.

I bite the inside of my cheek before taking a deep breath and speaking up.

"I'm sorry," I repeat.

"For what?"

"For being a brat," I cringe and my eyes look around.

Nobody looks up from their table. Thank fuck.

"And?" She asks.

"A-And for...slapping your ass," I cringe more, especially when a man our age chokes on his drink.

Clearly he's listening. Fucking hell.

"What else do you have to say?" She asks as she takes another bite.

"Thank you," I speak breathlessly, sweat beading on my forehead at the thought of publicly thanking Electra for whipping me twice, teasing me, and tying me up only to deny me and leave me there all night with no release.

I open my mouth to elaborate and get the humiliation over with, but Electra leans across the table and places a finger over my lips. She shushes me, then quietly whispers while her amused eyes look back and forth between my tearful ones.

"Don't. I don't want to embarrass you like that. Your real punishment was making you think I would."

She sits back in her seat and picks her fork back up.

"Besides, what happens between us stays between us. You're mine, babygirl. Nobody gets to know about or imagine what I do to you but me," she winks.

A deep, relieved sigh escapes my mouth and we finish our breakfast in silence. Me being thankful as fuck to have dodged that bullet.

After breakfast, Electra pays despite my protests, and we walk back out to her bike. She grabs my helmet and puts it on me after pulling on her own, leaving the visor open while she fiddles with the straps of mine.

"Lift your chin," she says and I do.

I stare into her eyes with a smile.

"What?" She asks while she pulls the straps down.

"Softie," I tease.

"Rhea, I swear to god if you call me that one more time I will bend you over this bike and-"

I shut her up by slamming her visor down and start to giggle. I'm immediately shut up by her hand wrapping around my throat and squeezing, cutting off my airway.

Wheezing, I bite my lip and look through the visor at the darkness of her eyes. They're full of warning, and the promise that she will punish me for it.

I don't care. The wild look in her eyes is worth it. Fucking worth it. She lets go and I gasp for air while she buckles and tightens the straps.

Electra points at the bike firmly and I immediately sit on it. She climbs on in front of me and, instinctively, my arms wrap around her waist while she drives to the airport.

She drops me off at the dropoff and I raise an eyebrow at her after handing back my helmet.

"You're not coming?" I ask.

She shakes her head and her eyes grow distant.

"I'm going to stay here a few days. I have something I need to do," she explains.

I nod, curious about the haunted energy she's giving off, and say goodbye.

Electra doesn't respond. She just gives me a distant look, winks at me, then revs the bike and drives off.

What the fuck was that about?