Bill Skarsgård One Shots

Bill: Pleasure and Pain

Bill shows the reader how pleasure can be punishment.

It wasn't intentional.

It was only a celebration party with a few of my friends; we were celebrating Stephanie's bachelorette party. She was getting married in a week and we all went out to the bar to have a few drinks.

I promised my husband Bill that there were no strippers involved, and I wasn't interested in the idea of male strippers anyway since I wasn't a fan of being touched, unless it was Bill.

However, the girls had other plans and I ended up at the strip club with the group, watching Stephanie getting a lap dance from a man.

The night was innocent for me, I laughed as I watched my wild friends touch the strippers. Thankfully, I kept myself sheltered with another friend. We drank in the corner, as we laughed at the girls; both of us in committed relationships and not wanting to get involved.

The girls and I ended up going back to Stephanie's place. I wasn't drunk but I wasn't sober enough to drive. Thankfully, Bill promised to pick me up once the Bachelorette party was done.

As his car entered the driveway, my friends rushed out the door to see him. Bill knew all of my friends and got along with them. My friends rushed to his car and blabbed to him about the adventures of the night. Suddenly, Miranda, another friend of mine, mentioned the strip club to Bill. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach in fear.

I could see his lips tighten, I knew he was annoyed but he still talked happily with my friends. As soon as they all went back into the house, I quietly sat down in the car, ready to endure the awkward ride ahead.

When I arrived back to our house, Bill took one look at me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I instantly knew what was going to happen.

"Bill, please, it's not what you think." I pleaded.

"I'm not sure what I'm more upset about..." Bill spat as he circled around me, "The fact that you went to a strip club or the fact that you lied about it."

"I didn't lie," I protested. I didn't know we were going to go..."

"Yet, you still went in. You know I don't like it. You know I get jealous."

I looked down in shame. He was right, I could have left when I heard about the change of plans, however, I knew my drunk friends would protest against it. Bill wasn't a possessive man, he encouraged my independence and got along well with my male friends, however, strippers/male dancers were another story for him- he always thought that they broke the boundaries of intimacy, even if it was just for fun. The truth though, was the fact that Bill was the first one to ever touch me intimately; although I had a couple of boyfriends before marrying Bill, they were short relationships that never got to reach an intimate level. It made Bill feel good to know that he was the only one who ever touched me, and I think he wants to be the last one to ever touch me as well.

"They didn't touch me, Bill, you know I only liked being touched by you.."

Bill closed his eyes in annoyance, I could see the furrow between his brows and I wanted to kiss his face, I loved him so much and I felt bad for disobeying a rule that we both agreed on; no strippers.

"I want you to... go upstairs and take off all your clothes." Bill stated, "Lie on the bed and wait for me."

I rushed upstairs and quickly got rid of my clothes. I could feel the excitement bubble up inside me, even though I was being punished. I did feel a bit anxious about what the night would ensue but Bill was my husband, I trusted him more than anyone and I knew he would never hurt me... without my consent, at least.