Obsession's Embrace

One Night Stand

It's been a week. My ass is healed, thank fuck, but not before the whole world caught sight of the marks during an impromptu match at Smackdown. My mosherz went fucking crazy. Everyone else was speculating like fuck.

Damian has been grilling me since. Begging me to tell him what the fuck it was. If someone attacked me.

How do I say "yes and no" without sounding like an idiot with Stockholm syndrome?

'Well remember that girl from the club months ago? She fucked me in the bathroom, has stalked me, fucked me with a knife twice, wire tapped me, broke into my house - but not really because I left the door unlocked for her, spanked me, whipped me, pointed a gun at me and teased me with it - but don't worry it wasn't loaded, chased me through the woods and fucked me when she caught me, but it's all good because I wanted all of it."

Yeah. That doesn't make ME sound psychotic at all. If I told him the truth he would fear for my safety. Have me committed for allowing it to continue. Call me crazy for enjoying it.

But that may not matter, anyway. It has been a week since I've seen Electra. I haven't received so much as a text from her unknown number. I even tried baiting her just to see if she was still listening by walking around my house saying how big of a fucking softie she is. Against my better judgment I even called her a brat for not answering me.

She said a few days, but has been gone a week. Maybe she finally got what she wanted from me. Maybe, just maybe, I'm free of my stalker now. All alone again. Am I happy about that? Or do I feel a sense of rejection seeping into my bones?

I shrug as I look in the mirror and pull on a pair of black jeans. Then I grab my silk shirt, pull it on, and button it, leaving just enough open to show my chest and the fact there's nothing underneath. Then I pull on my combat boots and run my fingers through my hair.

Smirking at the finished look, I feel like my old self again. Confident, sexy, dominant. It's almost time to meet the guys at the club. I'll be damned if I'm leaving alone tonight. I need a submissive girl who wants nothing more than to do as I say. Or a brat. Either way is fine with me. I wouldn't mind taming one tonight.

I grab my keys, leave the house, drive to the club, and walk inside with my head held high. Electra hasn't changed me. No. I've still got it. She was a one time thing. The one person who would ever get me to submit. Now it's my turn again.

"Rhea!" Dom shouts from across the bar.

As I walk over, I catch sight of a pretty girl, staring at me with eyes I recognize. Ones that are full of curiosity and desire. The eyes of a submissive begging to be told what to do. I wink at her and her cheeks flush before she sips her drink sheepishly.

Yep. She's coming home with me tonight.

"What's up, boys?" I smile, taking the drink Finn holds out to me. "Are we sure being out together is a good idea? Hunter might not be happy about it."

"Ah fuck it. We're allowed to socialize once in a while," Dom shrugs.

I laugh and nod, "that's true."

Damian sips his drink and looks at me.

"Ready to come clean, Rhea?" He asks.

"Nothing to come clean about," I retort immediately and scan the crowd for the brunette I saw.

I find her on the dance floor, swaying to the tune of the song that's playing. A drunk guy dangerously close to reaching out for her. I frown and Finn laughs.

"She's ditching us to get laid again guys," he says.

Dom chuckles and Damian rolls his eyes.

"Is sex all you can think about?" He asks.

"When it's with a beautiful woman who lets me pull her hair? Fuck yes," I say, downing the rest of my drink and slamming the glass down on the table.

"Have a bloody great night, boys," I say before I turn and walk to the dance floor, one hand in my pocket, the other balled into a fist at my side.

The guy is now brushing his nasty fingers across her flushed cheeks, wrapping them in her hair to pull her face to him. She's fighting it, politely declining him as best she can.

"She said no, asshole," I shout over the music from behind her.

She tenses, and the guy looks over her shoulder at me. Taking me in before smirking.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asks.

"Someone who will put you through the floor and break your hands if you don't get lost," I reply.

The dude lets go of her and holds his hands up.

"Sheesh she's not that good looking anyway," he slurs.

I punch him, he falls on his ass. The girl gasps.

"Never mention a woman's looks again, fucker," I growl.

He gets up and stumbles out of the club. The girl turns to me and tucks some hair behind her ear.

"Thank you," she says shyly.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask.

"Sheila," she answers.

"I'm Rhea. Wanna get out of here?" I smile and hold out my hand.

Sheila looks at it and bites her lip. Just as she puts her hand in mine, the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I look around, feeling like I'm being watched. Like someone is lurking.

When I spot the guys raising their glasses at me, I relax and smirk back at them before turning back to Sheila. I squeeze her hand softly and tilt my head to the side.

"Let's go, princess," I smirk and lead her out of the club.

We make it outside and the eerie feeling I have returns. I wrap my arm around Sheila's waist as I lead her to my truck. Wanting to protect her from whatever presence I'm feeling.

I open the truck door for her and help her climb in. Looking around the parking lot, I make sure we're alone before getting in. The feeling of being watched slowly fades on the ride back to my house when I think about the night I'm about to have.

I'm determined to make this the best one night stand.