Obsession's Embrace

The Deal

It's been a week since Electra was captured. A week since she returned home. A week of her not telling anyone what deal she made to secure her safe arrival home.

I walk down the stairs of my house, suitcase in hand, ready for the next trip for work. I'll be on the first Netflix episode of Raw. Electra already assured me that she'll be there.

Setting my bag by the front door, I turn to see Electra standing there with something familiar in her hand. My heart races as I recognize the collar and I look up at her.

"I think it's time for your punishment for slapping me, don't you think?" She asks lowly.

Biting my lip, I shake my head. In my heart, I want this, but in my brain, I know we should talk first. She hasn't been the same since we got back. We haven't had sex. She hasn't reacted much to my bratty attitude. What's changed?

"Oh, I think it is babygirl," she smirks and steps towards me.

"Electra shouldn't we talk first.." I whisper.

"About what? You can't talk your way out of a punishment you should know that by now," she chuckles.

"About the deal you made in Darién Gap," I blurt just as she reaches up to wrap the collar around my neck.

Electra freezes.

"No," she says.

"Electra-"

"I said no!" She snaps.

I flinch and she drops her hands, sighing before she turns and walks to the middle of the living room. She runs her fingers through her hair and paces the floor.

"Why won't you tell me?" I ask.

"Because if you knew you would look at me differently," she replies.

"That's not true," I say as I walk over to where she paces.

I grab her wrist to stop her and she looks into my eyes.

"That's not true," I repeat with sincerity.

Electra stares at me. Debating. Wondering if she should tell me. When I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her to me, her lips find mine immediately. We kiss for what seems like an eternity. Our tongues fighting, exploring each other's mouths.

She kisses me so hard and intoxicatingly that I forget what we were talking about. She reaches up and secures the collar around my neck and I instinctively moan in her mouth.

Then she spins me in her arms, pulling my back against her roughly. I gasp and she grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head down so she can lean down and bite my neck. Hard. I whimper.

"Use me," I croak with a strained neck.

"What?" She mumbles as she bites my neck again.

"Use me," I whimper, "get out your anger."

Electra sighs against my skin and it sends shivers down my spine. I feel myself growing wet, soaking my underwear. She runs her nose up my neck and bites my jaw. I groan.

"I'm not taking my anger out on you," she whispers as her hand finds my breast over my shirt. Squeezing my nipple and twisting my piercing.

I yelp and squirm against her.

"I trust you," I moan.

Electra growls and drags me upstairs by my hair. I groan at the pain in my scalp but I don't complain. She pulls her switchblade from her pocket and forces me to face the bed.

I bite my lip as she cuts my clothes off my body. Not caring that it was my favorite pajama set. I don't give a fuck. I want Electra to feel good again. To use me for her pent up energy.

Once I'm naked, she shoves me down, bending me over the bed. When I hear her pull her belt off, I bury my face in the sheets and brace myself. I dig into them, clenching them with my fists, waiting for the first strike.

But it doesn't come.

I turn my head slowly and watch Electra's face. Her hand holding the belt trembles. She's trembling. Tears flowing down her face.

"Hit me, Electra," I say.

"I can't," she whispers.

"Yes you can. I want this," I assure her.

"No. You want me. This isn't me. I can't hurt you for real. I can't torture you for real," she replies as she looks into my eyes.

I push off the bed and walk to her, pulling the belt from her hand and dropping it to the floor. Electra watches me and I reach up, cupping her cheek with my hand.

"What was the deal?" I ask.

"They said I could die or be punished," she whispers.

"What was the punishment?"

"They whipped me. Then they made me lay on hot ground while my back was cut up. They held me down and they beat me. Some of them bit me. For hours. I lost count at three," she says softly.

I make sure my eyes don't show the pity my heart feels. She doesn't want my pity. She wants my love.

"Come here," I say and pull her to me.

We kiss again, this time her salty tears mix between our lips. I turn us around and gently lay her back on the bed before I climb on top of her.

"Is your back okay?" I whisper.

She nods and I kiss down her neck, pulling her clothes off as I trail soft and gentle kisses down her body. I feel her hands in my hair and her body squirm beneath me while I pull her pants and underwear off at once.

"Rhea," she moans as I lick through her folds.

Her legs spread for me and I press my hands to her thighs, keeping them open while I lap at her pussy. Swirling my tongue over her clit and sucking on it.

Electra cries out in pleasure and it's a sound I'll never take for granted again. A sound only I get to draw out from her mouth. A sound she deserves to make because it means she feels good.

It's the only cry I ever want to hear from her again.

So I do it again.

Swirling my tongue around her clit then sucking on it hard. Electra cries out again and pulls my hair, screaming my name as I slip two fingers into her. Pumping them in and out fast enough for her body to shake.

"Rhea! Yes!" She cries.

I look up at her pleasure-filled face in triumph and watch as she relaxes into my touch. Her whole body draining from the tensed state it has been in the past week.

"More babygirl," she pants, "please give me more."

I slap her thigh and she gasps while I add a third finger. She cries out at the stretch and I hold them still, wiggling them and letting her adjust before I start pumping them again.

Electra writhes and I suck on her clit, biting down on it gently, but hard enough to have her screaming again. She grips the sheets and arches her back.

She comes undone. Screaming, writhing, back arched, toes curled, cumming hard onto my fingers.

I don't slow down. I keep going. She bounces and screams and I have to hold her down by pressing my palm just above her pussy. She bangs on the bed with her fists and squirts all over me.

Now I slow down. Drawing out the last of her squirts, the last of her orgasm, letting her ride it out before pulling my fingers from her and sucking them clean. Electra pants heavily.

She pulls me up to her and I collapse onto her panting body. She moans again in my ear as my thigh slides across her pussy and I smirk, running my wet fingers through her hair.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

"Fucking great," she pants.

I laugh and kiss her again. She kisses back and bites my lip.

"Just wait until I catch my breath. You're next, babygirl."