A Billie Eilish Fanfic - Kidnapped

Billie Returns

Billie's POV

"Damn Cici, I missed that ass! I'll see you some other time, okay baby girl?" She nodded and winked.

Cici was this redheaded stripper I had been fucking on and off for a few months now. She was crazy in bed. Ate my pussy like a pro. Body was amazing. I needed some of her after the stress I've been dealing with with this fucking prisoner.

I pulled my clothes back on my body and checked the time, deciding to go to the kitchen and get a water bottle before bed. Danielle was sitting at the kitchen table and looked up,

"Your catholic slut keeps asking about you, I told her that you've been fucking someone else," Dani laughed.

"You did what? Dani why the fuck would you tell her anything I do?"

"Cause that bitch thinks you're a thing or something, I don't know. Or maybe she's just obsessed. It's some weird shit either way," she shrugged in response, after a short pause she laughed and said, "Regardless, homegirl is big jealous that you were fucking someone else. Look at you turning out virgins now!"

I decided I should go check on Cleo, after all it had been literally days since I'd gone in the room. And last time I left her naked and crying. No clothes for girls that misbehave. She lost that right.

I opened the door and she quickly covered up and then lowered her hands and smiled when she realized it was me, 'Billie!"

"Hey." I said coolly.

"Where have you been? I haven't had clothes in days. And that Danielle girl is mean. She says you're having sex with other girls. You aren't right?"

"Cleo I fuck whoever I want, whenever I want," I raised my eyebrows.

She looked down and I heard her sniffle. Maybe I was being a dick. I mean...she could have escaped but instead she decided to go take a shower. I overreacted but I had to prove a point.

"Can I have some clothes now Billie? Please? I'll be good."

"I've heard that before," I responded.

"I really will be good."

I left the room quickly and came back with one of my Chanel shirts to sleep in.

"You don't get panties though. You were a bad girl and bad girls never get panties."

She was pleased anyway, "I love when I get to wear your clothes. It smells like you."

I didn't respond. She looked at me standing up still. "Will you sit with me for awhile? Why don't you want to stay with me? Are you tired of me?"

I shook my head no.

"Are you going to send me home soon?"

"No Cleo."

"Do you like me Billie?"

"What do you mean?" She was so confusing and full of questions tonight.

"I've been thinking about you nonstop for days. Not just in a friend way. I touched myself and thought about you. I want you...." she looked into my eyes, "I don't want you having sex with other girls I want to be the one you have sex with."

I smiled, now I can get down with that.

"Let me see you touch yourself. Now."