Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

Urges CLEO'S POV

Billie held me as I cried and I felt so comforted. She was so hard to read. She could be so sweet, nice, comforting....but snap and slap me if I didn't obey her. It was so intriguing and terrifying at the same time. I was addicted already.

I looked up at her after my tears had dried up and our lips attached again, I pushed my tongue in her mouth and she reciprocated, almost immediately winning power. She was def a dom. Even though I liked girls...I honestly hadn't done much with them. I never felt the urge or connection to yet because I was so closeted, but right now I was having urges....why did I have to have an urge to fuck my stalker? I needed counseling. Fuck.

After a few minutes of tongue wrestling with me Billie pulled back and kissed my nose.

"We're going to have sex tonight. Okay princess?"

I blinked my eyes, "Tonight? I-I've never... I'm not ready," I stammered.

She stared at me blankly, she knew I wanted her back. Why was I so obvious?

"You'll be ready when I tell you to be ready," she replied briskly, pushing me off of her lap and heading towards the door. She waved over to the attached bathroom,

"I put all the stuff you use at home in that bathroom for you to get cleaned up for me," she then waved over to the closet, "and there's some outfits in there for you to wear for me. I'm taking you on a date first, dress classy. Wear something underneath for our private time tonight," she winked and closed the door behind her, I heard keys jiggling before she locked me back in.

Tonight? I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. Did she know that? She did know that. She knew all about me, she followed me. I hadn't been with anyone except a soccer player that was also closeted. We made out a few times. Nothing more. Sex???

I headed to the shower deciding I should probably shave.