Obsession's Embrace

Choose Your Battles

A/N: a bit shorter. This is more of a bridge chapter.

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"Ten!" I yelp as Electra's hand comes down on my ass again.

It was really 16, but when she got to five the first time I was moaning so much that I forgot to count. A harder swat snapped me back to reality and she made me start the counts over.

She thinks this'll change me. She should know better. I'm as much a masochist as I am a sadist. As she is a sadist. Pain is pleasure. No matter what the pain is. That should have been obvious when she cut me in the woods and I smiled.

Another hard swat and I moan, writhing as much as I can on her lap. She holds me down, not letting me get away. My ass is starting to sting. I can imagine how red it is.

"11.." I whimper, "please."

Another one.

"Please what?" She asks.

Sighing, I bite her thigh. She groans above me and pulls my hair. I whimper again and look at her.

"12..I need you," I whisper.

Electra smirks at me.

"You don't deserve me if you can't apologize," she says while her hand slides down my ass and between my legs.

I moan and try to drop my head, but she grips my hair harder, holding it up so she can watch my face contort when she rubs my clit with one finger and teases my entrance with another.

"Electra," I moan.

"Say it or you get nothing tonight, Rhea," she warns.

"I'm sorry," I groan and roll my eyes.

Electra yanks my hair and swats my ass again. I yelp and jump on her lap.

"13...fuck.."

"Roll your eyes again and I'll take my belt off," she speaks lowly.

I look into her eyes with a smirk. A half-hearted one because the belt would absolutely destroy me now. But apparently I choose death today.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I ask.

Electra smirks. It's not an amused smirk. It's a threatening one. A dark one. One that says she has a plan for me, and I might not make it out in one piece.

"Enjoy your night, Rhea," she says and pulls out the cream to rub on my ass.

I moan softly when she starts to rub it in. Then I realize what she said and my eyes pop back open.

"What? No. Electra please," I whine.

Seriously what is it about this woman that makes me squeak, whimper, beg, and whine?

"Are you going to the performance center tomorrow?" She asks, ignoring my pleas while she provides the aftercare that started too soon.

"Y-Yes," I answer while I squirm.

"Don't leave. I'll pick you up when you're done, I want to show you something," she says before helping me sit up.

"If it's another abandoned house-"

"No," she laughs, "not yet anyway."

"Electra-" I start to beg again but she puts a finger over my lips.

"I'm not fucking you, you little brat. Maybe after tomorrow you'll learn to choose your battles," she smirks.

My eyes widen.

"After what tomorrow?" I ask.

"You'll see."