Billie Eilish Fanfic - Forced.

Show me BILLIE'S POV

I pulled into the house and sat for awhile. Turning my car off and thinking. What was I going to do to teach Cleo a lesson? This was ridiculous. She could never pull shit like this again. If she got away and told the police....and found another person to be with....my hands turned into fists and I gritted my teeth just thinking about it. Whore.

I heard loud cries from the trunk,

"Billie? Please let me out. Please. I'm so sorry Billie," she said in between wails.

I got out of the car, slamming my door. I went into the garage, grabbing what I needed then returned to the trunk. I opened the trunk and Cleo sat up immediately reaching for me,

"Daddy please, hold me? I'm sorry. Please?" She begged. I laughed at her. This was far from over.

I grabbed both of her wrists and binded them swiftly, then her ankles. I tossed her over my shoulder again and walked into the house. It was night time now but my friends and brother were still awake in the living room, their attention on the Xbox. I put Cleo down in her bra and jeans on the couch.

"Show time guys, I got our whore back."

Que started to clap,

"Let me see a little something something," he winked at Cleo.

Cleo shook her head no, looking at me with tearful and begging eyes.

"Please...Billie don't do this please. I'm just for you. Please don't. I won't ever talk to anyone ever again. Please let me keep my clothes on," she cried out.

Not a chance. I stripped her of her bra quickly. Que and Finneas cat called as she tried to cover herself. I slapped her across her face,

"Arms up princess, you know better."

Cleo complied and I noticed she checked out as I stripped her of the rest of her clothes in front of everyone. I carried her up the stairs to her room laying her on the bed.

"I can't believe you did that to me."

She whimpered and refused to make eye contact with me, turning her head away. She had honestly never been upset with me before. Ever. But it pissed me off...she was supposed to love me. Always.

"I was going to hurt you. Maybe even kill you. You deserve it. You've been nothing but a runaway lying little whore. I've given you so much and you're so ungrateful. How do I even know you love me?.....Here's the deal Cleo, prove to me you love me or get your ass beat, your choice."

I undid Cleo's wrists and ankles, letting her move freely. She looked me right in my eyes and I looked into her blood shot tearful eyes. She leaned in and kissed me, then climbed on top of me. She straddled me and pulled my shirt off swiftly. She was still completely naked. I felt her nipples on mine and there was nothing like it. As much as I hated her right now...I missed her. Her body was warm and welcoming. She reached her hands down my pants and I pulled back, surprised. She had never pleased me before.

"Let me show you that I love you."

I let her.