gxg, sub!billie, voyeurism, degrading, praise
to the person who requested part two, here you go
i brush through my hair one last time before my phone pings exactly on cue. i look at it and it's billie.
i'm outside ma
i squeal like a little kid and check myself in the mirror before going outside, a little purse over my shoulder.
billie's wearing a white cami vest and black skirt with a cream and brown cardigan, stood next to a matte black dodge challenger, twirling the keys in her hand.
my eyes linger on her thighs as i check her out, smirking. "you're so fucking hot, bil, jesus christ."
"hi to you, too," she says sarcastically.
"sorry, angel. can't think about anything else when you have the nerve to look this good," i say, giving her thigh a little squeeze.
"well, you're going to have to," she says firmly. "we're going on a date, remember?"
cute how she thinks she's in control. "yes, ma'am," i say mockingly. she laughs and opens the car door for me. i get in and sit down, admiring the car.
"y/n, meet dragon, dragon, meet y/n. she's gorgeous, isn't she?" billie says proudly.
"she is one sexy car," i agree, running my hands along the edge of my seat as she gets into the drivers seat.
"you look beautiful, by the way," she says. she starts the car and glances at me for a second.
"you too, pretty girl," i compliment. she blushes. "where are we going?"
"nuh-uh, shh," she says, smirking. "i'm taking you on a date. don't ask what we're doing."
"cheeky little shit," i mutter, rolling my eyes.
we drive for about 20 minutes until she pulls up outside a nice looking restaurant, opening the door and holding it for me. "after you, m'lady," she says jokingly.
"such a gentleman," i tease. she laughs and rolls her eyes. before we go through the restaurant door, she takes my hand in hers.
"this okay?" she holds up our hands.
"more than okay, baby," i promise, squeezing it softly. she smiles and blushes.
"reservation for billie o'connell?" she says to the server guy. he checks his list and nods, leading us to a booth in the corner.
it's pretty dark in the restaurant, only lit up by a few dim lights, and it's filled with noisy chatter. we sit in the corner of the booth next to each other. she notices i'm shivering.
"do you want my cardigan?" she offers.
"can i?" i say nervously. she nods and takes it off, slipping it over my shoulders. "thank you, love. you're so good."
she blushes and her eyes widen. i chuckle, easily recognising the signs of gay panic. "mhm. such a good girl," i continue, just to see the look on her face.
"stop." she hides her face in her hands.
"where's the fun in that?" i say, pulling her hands away. "cmon, angel. you tried to fuck me the first time you met me, don't start acting shy now."
"excuse me, what can i get you to drink?" a waiter interrupts. i lean back and look away from a very flustered billie.
"i'll have a san francisco, please," i say.
