Obsession's Embrace

Bratty

A/N: I know I'm teasing tf out of y'all. It's deliberate.

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When I finally walk into my house three hours later, I'm fucking tired. I love the guys. But they're bloody exhausting. So when I walk into and see Electra standing in the middle of my living room, I'm not thrilled.

Was I expecting her? Yes. Was I hoping maybe she'd wait until tomorrow? Also yes.

The look she's giving me, though, reignites the desire to fuck with her. And I don't mean fuck her. Just annoy the fuck out of her.

I look to the table by the door on my right, and set my keys down. The collar Electra gave me is sitting there and I don't have to ask why. While I plan to be the biggest fucking pain in her ass, I'm not denying her the collar.

So I pick it up, look her in the eyes, and put the collar around my neck. Once I lower my hands, her eyes grow even darker. She has a plan for me. Too bad.

She pulls the switchblade from her pocket and I stare at her while she twirls it, careful not to let the small amount of nerves fluttering within me to show. When she points the knife at the floor, I shake my head.

Electra glares at me. She holds her arm out and points the knife at the floor again. And again, I shake my head.

"Get on your fucking knees," she says.

"Make me," I reply immediately.

She raises an eyebrow and slowly walks towards me. It takes everything in me not to take a step back with every step she takes. I know I'm playing a dangerous game. Electra is a ticking time bomb.

But that's the thrill. Making her chase me will be fun. Speaking of. Just as she reaches for me, I run around her.

I don't make it far.

A strong arm wraps around my waist and hoists me up off the ground. I squeak.

"Oh shit!" I shout.

Electra holds me against her and whispers in my ear.

"I will make your last encounter with my belt seem like child's play if you keep it up."

With that, she forces me down to my knees, dropping me with such a force that it hurts. I wince and huff when she walks away, sitting on the couch and staring at me.

She waves a finger at me, signaling for me to crawl to her. Is she fucking serious? I'm not a bloody dog. I cross my arms and sit back on my heels.

"I swear to God if you don't get over here right now," she says.

"Make. Me," I smirk.

When she stands and undoes her belt, my eyes widen. I gulp as she folds it in half, then wince when she snaps it.

"Fine!" I squeak.

Electra watches me and waits. An idea pops in my head and I smirk at her. Leaning forward, I put my hands on the floor, arch my back, and spread my knees, my feet up behind me.

I stare into her eyes while I use my hands to crawl to her, dragging my knees behind me, a snarky ass grin on my face when I tilt my head and lick over my teeth. The look of pure rage in her eyes mixed with a hint of a blush on her cheeks has me feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Until she grabs my throat, tight. So tight I can't breathe. At all. I grab her wrist, eyes widening in fear. The fear that I pushed her too far.

"You think you're fucking cute? I don't know where this bratty ass act came from, but I'm tempted to turn your ass shades of red AND purple," she yells.

I squeeze her wrist.

"Vegemite," I manage to barely whisper.

Electra's eyes soften a little and she lets go of my throat. I drop back to my knees coughing and gasping for air. She kneels down in front of me and smooths some hair from my face, grabbing my chin to lift my head.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I couldn't breathe," I cough lightly.

"You should get in bed," she says and stands, holding a hand out to me.

I look at her hand.

"Why?" I look up at her and smirk, "afraid you can't handle me?"

Electra groans, grabs my arm, pulls me up to my feet and drags me upstairs to my room. I laugh the whole way. She never saw that coming.

She throws me onto the bed and ties my arms and legs down. I squirm and struggle against the restraints. When I turn my head to the side and see her wrapping her belt around her hand, my eyes widen.

"No. No! Please!" I shout.

Okay. Maybe I pushed too far. That's confirmed when she swings the belt and it lands on my ass. Again and again. I scream and pull against the ropes.

Jesus Christ.

Electra tosses the belt to the side.

"That's going to leave a mark," she grins.

Tears spill from my eyes at the pain when I drop my head on the sheets. Electra unties me and flips me over onto my back. The tears are still flowing as I glare at her.

"What do you have to say?" She asks.

"Is that all you've fucking got?" I ask.

Electra laughs a sinister laugh.

"Oh babygirl you should know it's not. But guess what?"

"What?" I snap, squirming from the throbbing in my clit, the desire dripping from my pussy.

"That's all you're getting until after Raw," she smirks.

My eyes widen.

"You- I- what?? That's days from now!" I shout.

"You should have thought of that before you acted like a brat," she shrugs.

I groan and drop my head back.

"Fuck you," I whisper.

"Monday," she winks, "now let's get some cream on your ass so you can sleep."