Obsession's Embrace

X-Cross

Electra is waiting for me by the time I walk out of the performance center. She's still sitting on her bike with her visor up. I gulp and walk to her, taking the helmet she's holding out to me.

I can see the grin in her eyes, mocking my uncomfortable gaze.

"Ready?" She asks.

"If I said no?" I ask.

"Too bad. Put the helmet on and get on the bike. We have a long night ahead," she says as she puts her visor down.

I roll my eyes and pull the helmet on my head before climbing onto the bike behind her. Suddenly I her Electra's voice in the helmet, shocking me.

"I saw that. You really don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"Sorry," I mumble.

When she chuckles and revvs the bike, she turns her head over her shoulder as if to look in my direction.

"You will be," is the last thing I hear from her before she takes off.

My arms immediately wrap around her waist and I'm left wondering what the fuck she could possibly do to me that's worse than anything she's already done. The whole 45 minute drive to the outskirts of the city makes my mind drive crazy with all the possibilities.

I'm a domme almost as much as Electra is. I know there's a million bloody things she could do. The question is what is she going to pick? And with a swing like hers, could it really get worse than the belt?

Of course it can you bloody idiot.

Gee, thanks brain. I sigh and Electra slows, catching my attention as she pulls up to an iron gate, punches a code onto the keypad, and waits for the gate to open enough for her to drive us through.

My eyes widen at the huge fucking yard leading up to the-

Jesus Christ. Is that a house? Can it even be considered a house? Or is it a fucking embassy?

"You live here?" I ask.

Electra laughs and stops the bike outside the front of the huge, multi-story mansion. She pulls her helmet off and climbs off the bike. I follow suit and stare at the house with wide eyes.

There has to be a billion rooms in this place it's so wide and tall. I wouldn't know where to start to look for her if I got lost. And I wouldn't get lost walking through the fucking front door.

"I own it," she says before waving her finger at me and walking up the front steps to the door.

I look down at myself, suddenly feeling underdressed in my workout clothes, and look back up at her before following her inside. Electra keeps walking, not saying anything as we pass closed door after closed door, hall after hall, until we find a staircase at the back of the house.

It goes in two directions, up or down. When Electra starts walking down the steps, I freeze. It only takes her a few to realize I'm not following and she stops to turn and look up at me.

"Where are we going?" I ask, a newfound fear creeping up in the pit of my stomach.

"I told you I wanted to show you something," she says with a grin.

"You can't, like, bring it up here?" I ask.

Electra laughs softly, yet it fades sinisterly.

"No. Come on," she says and holds a hand out, "you're safe here. I promise."

I sigh and take her hand, following her down the rest of the steps. It leads to a dimly lit hallway with one door at the end. We walk to it in silence before Electra opens it and holds a hand out, suggesting I walk in first.