Obsession's Embrace

Blabbermouth

I walk into the PC late as fuck for my session with Damian, Liv, Raquel, and the rest of the boys. We're supposed to go over new segments together. Damian beefing with Finn and Dom again. My usual fights with Liv and Raquel. Same shit, different day.

The thought to take some time off isn't lost on me. But I pretty much just came back from a 3-month break after my shoulder got injured. The thought of me wanting to take more time is weighing on me. Am I losing my drive? No. But do I want to keep seeing everyone fight over a storyline we as wrestlers have no control over? Also no.

When I finally walk up to the ring, Raquel and Liv are sparring while the guys fight over God knows what on the floor. Damian looks over at me, and the pissed look in his eyes has me sighing in defeat.

"Did you finally decide to join us?" He asks.

I roll my eyes and drop my bag on the floor.

"Relax I'm here aren't I? I woke up late," I retort.

"Seems like you've been waking up late and going home early a lot lately, Rhea. What's going on with you? You're so distant now," Damian presses.

God, he's never going to let it go now.

"It's nothing, can we just-"

"It's obvious she's seeing someone," Liv interrupts as she leans against the ropes and pants.

Raquel walks up beside her and smirks at me, "yep. Someone got laid last night."

"You two shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!" I shout and grab the tape from my bags.

My cheeks flush as I start to tape my hands. Damian grins and I glare at him.

"What?" I snap.

"They're right, aren't they? Who is it?" He asks.

"None of any of your business. Let's get started, okay?" I reply as I climb into the ring.

Liv and Raquel eye each other before one of them hands me the script. I read it over and nod in understanding. We're going to squabble again. Great.

Once we start practicing for the show, everyone forgets about drilling me for information. I wouldn't know where to begin or what to tell them without having Damian locking me away in his house while he calls the police on Electra. He would never hear me out.

It doesn't matter how much I want it. They will never understand what it feels like to fuck a stalker.

Okay, maybe I should be locked away.

Liv knocks me on my ass and I look up at her, stunned.

"What the fuck, Rhea? Are you good?" She asks, holding a hand out to me.

"Fuck. Yeah, I'm good," I mumble and take her hand to stand.

Damian looks up at us with worry etched in his scrunched eyebrows. I shrug it off and try to focus on the move with Liv again. Only to end up right back on my ass.

"You're totally distracted," Raquel snaps when she helps me up, "you need to go home before you get yourself hurt."

"I'm good!" I shout, "why is everyone trying to bubble wrap me? Bloody fucking hell. I get enough of being told what to do by-"

I have to stop myself. That was a piece of information that was not supposed to leave my lips. Did it leave my lips? The looks of concern and the quieting of conversations between the guys confirms it did.

Good going blabbermouth.

"From who, Rhea?" Damian asks with his arms folded.

"Nobody. I didn't mean it like that. Let's just finish this and have our game night, yeah?" I ask, trying to change the topic.

I turn my head and someone leaning against a motorcycle outside catches my attention. It's Electra, no doubt. Finding myself staring at her, I don't catch Damian trying to get my attention until his hand waves in front of my face.

"Earth to Rhea!" He says.

Blinking, I look at him and clear my throat. Everyone else has piled out of the ring and is on their way out the door. When I look for Electra, she's gone.

Damian clears his throat and I look at him again.

"We're having game night at my place. Ride with me so we can talk. I'll bring you back to your truck tomorrow," he says.

I shake my head and sigh.

"There's nothing to talk about, Priest. I'm good," I say, unconvincingly.

"Tell me why you come in walking like a penguin sometimes. Or why everyone on X is talking about you having marks on your ass last time you were on the show. Or maybe the fact that you jump when your phone dings. Or-"

"I get it," I sigh, "I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Damian groans and wipes his face before nodding.

"Is someone hurting you? Are you being abused? Because I will fuck them up, Rhea," he whispers.

I smile softly. I know he would. Which is exactly why I can't tell him the truth, even though I'm not actually being abused. He would see it in a way I don't.

"No, I swear. Nobody's hurting me."

Just fucking me with a knife and a gun. Punishing me by spanking me and forcing me to orgasm multiple times. Among other things.

He nods again and pats my shoulder.

"See you at my place, then," he smiles before leaving.

My phone buzzes in my bag and I tense. Grabbing it, I read the message.

Unknown: Too bad you have game night. I had such good plans for you tonight.

I bite my lip, ready to start my payback plan, and type back.

That's too bad. I guess I'll be fucking myself when I get home. 😉

Her response is almost immediate.

Unknown: do it. I dare you, little brat.

Ah, I'm already under her skin. Perfect.

Touching myself. Screaming into the night when I cum.

Her next message has my heart sinking with fear.

Unknown: you better make it a damn good orgasm. that way you can say it was worth the punishment you'll go through after.