Obsession's Embrace

The Wand

I stare into the expressionless eyes of Electra while I pull my clothes off. She continues to twirl the blade in her hand, watching me. Is she mad? Jealous? Sad? Frustrated? Fuck, give me some sort of clue.

Once I'm naked, I lean back onto my heels and slowly spread my knees apart. I'm so close to the couch and Electra that she could touch me without hardly having to move. Instead, she just watches me. Doesn't even say anything as I slide my hands across my chest and to my breasts, pinching my nipples.

My eyes flutter at the feeling, and I feel myself growing wet. When I imagine my hands are hers, my pussy starts to drip. Bloody hell, I need her to touch me.

"Please," I whisper in a plea through half-shut eyes, "touch me."

Electra blinks. Then the blade stops twirling and she leans forward. I bite my lip, ready for her touch. But then the blade is against my throat, and she's careful to keep her hand from touching my skin. I gasp, eyes wide open now, looking into the coldness of her eyes.

She trails the blade down my throat and I gulp. Electra's eyes follow the blade as it trails down my chest, between my breasts where my hands still are. My breathing picks up as she slides the blade down my stomach towards the spot I need her to touch.

Just before she reaches my clit, I moan softly in anticipation and she quickly lifts the blade to press it firmly against my throat again. Electra leans back into the couch, removes the knife from my throat, and slowly tilts it side to side in the air.

She's telling me no.

She won't touch me.

I groan in frustration and slide my hand to my clit. Rubbing it, hard. I moan loudly and drop my head back while I slip two fingers into myself. Electra watches, twirling that fucking blade again while I get myself off in front of her.

Thrusting my fingers faster, I cry out and bounce on them. My eyes close as I begin to climax. All of a sudden, I feel a shock in my right nipple. I yelp, tense up and open my eyes.

Electra is leaning forward, elbows on her knees, holding a shock wand in one hand, and the switchblade in her other. She tilts her head, daring me to question her.

I bite my lip and continue riding my fingers. Only this time I keep my eyes open. When my moans pick up again, she reaches out with the wand and I hold my breath.

When she presses the button and presses the wand against my left nipple, I cry out in pain, then moan in intense pleasure from the electric feeling. It makes me ride faster, thrust my fingers harder, and whimper when she zaps my stomach.

"Fuck! I- fuck!" I cry out as she zaps just above my pussy. 

I cum all over my hand. My body shaking as I ride out the orgasm. When I pull my fingers from myself, I collapse onto my ass, legs spread, and pant as I look up at her.

"Lay back," she orders, "bend your knees."

"N-No," I shake my head, "don't do this out of anger."

Electra tilts her head.

"Do you think I'll hurt you?" She asks. There's not even any emotion in her voice.

"Not physically," I say.

Electra blinks at me. She then stands and walks towards the front door. I open my mouth to say something when she grabs her backpack, but she opens it instead of leaving.

When she grabs something from inside and walks towards me, I sit up more as she sits back down on the couch.

"Before I drove back, I got you something," she says.

I look from her eyes to her hands. She's holding a collar. It's black leather, has a silver ring in the middle, and wings on either side that are studded. It's fucking beautiful. Haunting, but beautiful.

"You got this for me? You...want me to wear this?" I ask softly, still staring at it.

"I did. I wanted you to wear it in private. When you're at home. And when I'm around. Until I saw you with her last night. Then I realized you're not mine to collar," Electra replies.

I can almost hear the disappointment in her voice when she goes to stand again. I reach out and grab her wrist.

"I want it," I say before my brain can stop me.

Electra raises an eyebrow at me as if to ask if she heard me right. I nod.

"Collar me, Electra," I whisper.

A light shines in Electra's eyes for the first time since I got home. Only it's light from a fire. A flame of desire.

"Turn around," she orders.

I obey. Sitting up on my knees and turning around. Electra wraps the collar around my neck and secures it. It's comfortable, but reminds me that it's there when I move.

Biting my lip, I turn back around. Electra stares at it. Then she stares at me.

"You're not getting out of being punished for last night," she warns.

"I know," I nod.

"This means it'll be rougher," she whispers.

Nodding again, I whisper, "I know."

"What's your safe word?" She asks.

"Vegemite," I reply.

Electra smirks.

"Meet me in your room. I want you bent over the bed when I get up there."

I nod and stand. As I turn to walk away, Electra zaps my ass with the wand. I yelp, jump, and rush upstairs to the sound of her chuckling.

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A/N: pictures of Rhea's collar: