Obsession's Embrace

Monday Night Electra

A/N: happy early birthday to a wonderful fucking human. everyone should say thank you to her because she's the one who inspired a lot of this story 🤭  so happy birthday angel. And enjoy this long chapter everyone.

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It's been three days. Tomorrow's Monday. It's been misery. I swear Electra is watching me. Every time I tried to touch myself she'd text me, threatening me. Reminding me that if I did it I'd live to regret it.

Considering my ass is still sore, I listened to the warnings. But that doesn't mean I haven't been a complete bitch. When she comes around, I'm cold. When she texts, I ignore it.

"What is your problem?" Damian snaps, effectively snapping me from my thoughts.

I look around at the guys, Liv, and Raquel. All looking at me like I've lost my mind. So what if I went off on a rant about Liv not selling the move enough and Raquel not acting her part well enough? So what if I yelled that the run through is pointless if everyone's going to worry about my social life instead of the god damned show?

Okay.

Maybe I'm being insufferable. But it's not my fault.

"It's nothing, sorry. Let's just run through it one more time and call it good, yeah?" I ask, hoping they'll drop it and we can get this shit over with.

"I'm not doing anything until you tell us what's going on with you. You're being a bitch, honestly," Liv shrugs.

I scoff.

"Says you," I retort.

"Actually..." Dom says and cringes at the look I give him.

Fine. Maybe I can give a partial truth since they want to fucking know so bad.

"I've been...socializing...with someone...and it's not going well right now okay? Happy? Let's just do this I promise no more problems."

Everyone blinks at me before Liv smiles big.

"Fine but I want all the details!" She says before getting ready.

I laugh and roll my eyes. She's definitely not getting all the details.

*Monday Night*

The show went as planned, but god one of the spots fucking hurt. My head is killing me. More specifically right above my eye.

Whatever. It happens. If it still hurts in the morning I'll get it looked at.

When I walk into my house, I sigh and drop my keys onto the table, kicking the door shut behind me and locking it without looking. I spot the collar sitting on the table and sigh before turning and finding Electra standing in the living room.

My eyes widen when I take in the change of clothes. She's not wearing her usual leather pants, jacket, combat boots and black tank top.

Tonight she's wearing a skin-tight black dress that is split open on her sides starting just below breast height, a criss-cross pattern trailing down her sides to just above her hip to keep the front and back of the dress in place.

The front and back tails of the dress hang between her legs just down to her knees. She's not wearing any underwear. And she has new black heeled platform boots on her feet that are knee-high.

She's smirking at me by the time my eyes find hers.

"Like what you see, babygirl?" She asks.

"No," I mumble and look away.