Obsession's Embrace

Not Tonight

Electra writhes and moans weakly. She's practically hanging by her wrists against the cross at this point. I've been fucking her with a strap for the past thirty minutes. Making her cum over and over again. Milking her dry.

When her body tenses up again, and she clenches so hard around the strap that I can hardly move, I grab her by her hair and yank her head back. She hisses and I watch as fresh tears flow over the stains of the old ones on her cheeks.

"Rhea," she moans softly, cumming with my name in her mouth yet again.

I kiss her neck, then up to her cheek and whisper in her ear.

"Had enough?" I ask.

Electra's eyes flutter with exhaustion. I know she's had enough. I wouldn't continue if she called me the worst name in the book. But that doesn't mean I can't still tease her.

"I had enough...of your shit...a long time ago," she pants.

I smirk.

"You were soaking wet after I spanked you. Don't act like you didn't enjoy this."

With that, I forcefully let go of her hair and pull out of her. She groans at the sudden emptiness, no doubt in a bit of pain. I fucked her so hard she'll undoubtedly be just as sore in her pussy as her ass is.

Electra waits silently as I uncuff her wrists. As soon as her hands are free, I'm about to wrap an arm around her when her hand grasps my neck. Squeezing hard. My eyes widen and I grab her wrist as she slams my back against the wall.

"I told you I was going to make you regret this. Let's follow through on that promise," she whispers.

The look in her eyes is too soft, though. Her face is bright red from the tears, her body reddened with lines from the whip and belt. She's in no shape for this. Thank fuck.

"N-No," I manage to whisper.

"You're so fucked," she says and looks around the room for my first lesson.

"Vegemite," I whisper, knowing it's the only way she'll listen.

Electra's hand immediately drops from my throat and I gasp for air. She looks at me with confusion.

"I haven't even started," she says.

"And you won't. Not tonight," I reply, pushing off from the wall.

"Like hell I-"

"Electra you can't. You're exhausted. You need aftercare, food, and sleep," I interrupt.

Her eyes harden.

"Interrupt me again and I swear I will-"

"Electra!" I shout softly, "We don't have to fuck all the time. You're getting aftercare, then you're going to eat, then we sleep."

I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow, daring her to argue with me more. Electra opens her mouth then closes it. Then rolls her eyes and sighs in defeat.

"Fine. But don't think you're getting away with the stunt you pulled," she says.

"Believe me, I don't. Now lie down on the bed. Where's the cream?" I ask, knowing she has some in here somewhere.

She nods towards the cabinet in the corner of the room before she lies face down on the bed. I walk to the cabinet and open it. I freeze for a second at all the types of medical supplies before finding the cream she likes to use.

I walk back to the bed and can't help but smile at Electra's eyes being closed, her head resting on her arms. She's vulnerable. Her guard letting down more and more every day. She's definitely not going soft, though. I know I'm in for it when she's feeling better.

Climbing onto the bed, I sit beside her and put some cream on my hands. I start with the back of her thighs, where she caught a few swings of the belt when she squirmed, and she sighs.

I rub the cream into her skin and work my way up to her ass. Rubbing it firmly enough to feel good, but soft enough to not irritate it further. She whimpers softly at the pain and I grin. I'll never forget the sound. Not when I know I'll probably never get the chance to cause her to make them again.

When I finish with her back, I massage her shoulders. Wanting to care for her. To make her feel better now.

Funny. If you told me weeks ago that I'd be in my stalker's house, massaging her body after beating and fucking her, I'd probably lock you up in a psych ward and then myself for being turned on at the thought.

Suddenly, Electra turns and grabs my wrists gently. I look down at her eyes, snapping out of my thoughts. She looks up at me with an expression I don't recognize from her. What is it?

"You need to stop now," she says softly.

"Why?" I ask.

She licks her lips before replying.

"Because if you don't we'll be fucking all night and not eating or sleeping," she replies.

I laugh softly, understanding what she means. We climb off the bed and Electra takes my hand in hers before leading me out of the room. She takes me up both sets of stairs and into another room.

Once inside, I look around in awe. Her bedroom is filled with trinkets and jewels. Both dark decor and light. It's beautiful. She walks out of her closet and hands me an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Thanks," I say as I pull them on.

She nods and pulls on a white tank top and black short shorts.

"Let's go eat."