Obsession's Embrace

Followed

A/N: Bonus bridge chapter.

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After taking Sheila home the next morning, I'm fucking exhausted. The night was fun. It felt good to dominate. But something...lacked. It wasn't the best night I've had, but I enjoyed myself regardless.

I'm on my way to the gym when I spot someone following close behind me. My heart races in my chest. I take a right turn, so do they. My heart beats faster. I take two left turns, and they follow. I press the gas, my breath coming out as nervous pants when I weave through traffic, desperately trying to put space between us.

When I finally lose sight of the car, my breathing takes about ten minutes to return to normal. I circle the area I'm in, making sure they're really gone before I decide to say fuck the gym and go home for now.

I sigh as I pull safely into my driveway and rush to go inside. Leaning against the door, I run my fingers through my hair. What the fuck is going on? First I feel someone watching me last night, now this?

Something shiny moving in front of me catches my eye, and I focus my eyes in the dark of the room. The black out curtains on my windows shielding the room from most light. When I see the faint shine again, I flick the light switch on.

And I scream.

"Well, now, that's not a very polite way to say hello, babygirl," Electra says.

She doesn't smirk. She doesn't smile. She doesn't even glare at me. Her face is devoid of any emotion. Impossible to read. Her eyes are nearly black. She's twirling her switchblade as she stares at me.

"E-Electra.." I whisper.

"Miss me?" She asks.

I hesitate to answer and she sucks her teeth before tilting her head at me.

"Oh that's right. You didn't. I left for a week and you took the opportunity to fuck some slut from the club," she continues.

"That was uncalled for," I frown.

"I agree. Fucking the slut from the bar was very uncalled for."

"Electra-"

"Shut up. Keep my name out of the mouth that was moaning hers hours ago," she yells.

My jaw snaps shut. Electra, sitting on my couch, crosses her legs and continues to twirl her blade.

"The question is. What do I do with you now?" She asks.

"I-I-"

"Shut. Up."

My mouth shuts again and I bite my lip. Have I pissed her off to the point of no return? She's being cold and is obviously angry. But she's so angry that she's almost calm. Is she going to kill me now?

I fidget with my keys while Electra stares daggers through my soul. She points the knife at me, then jerks it towards herself, signaling for me to come to her.

Slowly, I set the keys down and walk to stand in front of her. Electra tilts the knife to the floor, and I immediately know what she wants from me. Taking a shaky breath, I kneel down on the floor in front of her.

When I sit back on my heels, she raises an eyebrow and I immediately lift back up, kneeling there nervously. Anxious for what she might do next.

"There was so much I wanted to do when I got back. But instead, I see you bringing home some girl. Fucking her all god damn night long. I suppose you have every right to. But that doesn't mean I enjoyed it. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to cum. Again," she says as she leans forward, "and again, and again. Until you can't fucking cum anymore."

My eyes widen and I wiggle on my knees. The position becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my knees begin to hurt, and my pussy wets with excitement and anxiousness.

"Whose name are you going to scream, Rhea?" She asks.

"Y-Yours," I stutter.

"That's right," she says as she presses the blade against my throat and slides it up, forcing my chin up. "Because who do you fucking belong to?"

"You," I whisper.

"Right again. Now take your clothes off, lean back, and touch yourself," Electra orders.

I nearly collapse. She wants to watch me touch myself?

Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to be even more exhausted by the end of the day?