Obsession's Embrace

Revenge

Electra glares at me, struggling against the restraints. She groans in anger and goes still. If looks could kill, I would probably be dead. Though when she's free again, I'll probably be dead anyway.

I'm walking around the room. Looking at all the tools and toys she has. Deciding on what to start with. I want to torture her. Just like she has me. Because my dominant side is out in full force tonight, regardless of who I have tied up.

Electra may have gotten submission from me, and I may be scared as hell for when I eventually let her hands down, but I'm going to get my revenge. Even if it costs me in the end.

"Let me go now and I promise you'll only have minor bruising on your ass when I'm done with you," she growls.

I laugh.

Then I gulp the laugh down because I know that's going to make it worse.

"We both know that's a lie, Electra. Only bad girls lie, no?" I say, looking at her with a snarky grin.

"You're such a fucking brat," she says.

"No, right now I believe I'm the domme. And you're being a brat. What happens to brats, Electra?" I ask while I walk back towards her, holding the same whip she used on me.

She just glares at me, not answering. Her refusal fuels my rage. I swing the whip, hitting the side of her hip. She's still fully clothed so I know it couldn't hurt too much.

Her eyes close anyway, and I see her fighting with herself before she opens them again. Her eyes black holes of anger. She shakes her head at me.

"Answer me or I'll strip you and do it again," I say. 

"Bite me," Electra snaps.

I smirk. So she does have a brat in her. This should be fun. I step forward and Electra's head raises, like she's trying to over portray her confidence. Reaching into her pocket, her eyes widen a little in realization before hardening again.

"No! Don't you dare touch that. Rhea I swear to god if you-"

She cuts herself off when I pull her switchblade from her pocket.

"Don't touch...this?" I ask mockingly while I flick it open.

Electra glares at me.

"Okay. You're dead," she says lowly.

The threat almost makes me hesitate. Almost. Instead, I get to work cutting off her clothes. Electra writhes beneath me, grumbling about how she's going to make me regret it, blah blah blah.

"Hold still before I knick you," I say as I finish.

Electra rolls her eyes. My hand shoots up to her neck. I squeeze and her eyes widen slightly, shocked that I'm taking control. She wheezes then bites her lip and I can tell she's losing control.

"I've had enough of your disrespect, darling. Tell me. What do bad girls get?" I ask through gritted teeth.

Electra stays quiet. Staring at me with challenging eyes. If she won't tell me, I'll force it from her. Just like she would me. I take a few steps back, watching as she takes a deep breath.

Then I look down at the whip, back up at her, and smirk at the look in her eyes. She's still angry. Good.

I swing the whip and it connects with her hip, part of it wrapping around her body. She yelps. It's a beautiful fucking sound. One I've been craving to hear since she first turned my ass red.

"Tell me, Electra," I say and swing the whip again, this time catching her thigh.

Electra jumps and groans in pain.