Months CLEO’S POV
A slow, deliberate pull of the blanket revealed the lace of my bra. Heat flushed my cheeks, but I didn’t resist. Billie, with her shocking blue hair, radiated an intimidating energy. Her gaze wasn’t expectant, but assessing, as if waiting for me to correct a mistake she hadn’t yet articulated. Her tongue traced the line of her teeth, a subtle provocation.
“I like seeing you like this,” she murmured, her voice soft despite the intensity. She toyed with a bra strap, snapping it with a sharp flick. “My name is Billie. We never properly met.”
I nodded, unable to meet her eyes.
“Do you want me to touch you, Cleo?” The whisper brushed my ear, and I flinched.
“No—please. Don’t,” I stammered, the words catching in my throat.
The response was immediate. A grip around my neck, a swift, stinging slap on the right cheek. Crimson bloomed across my skin, and tears welled in my eyes. I dared to look up, and found myself staring into eyes burning with a cold, furious light. She looked utterly, terrifyingly unhinged. She looked capable of ending me without a second thought.
“You want everything I want,” she ordered, her voice surprisingly steady, devoid of the rage that simmered beneath the surface. Her commands were direct, unambiguous.
She released my neck, and I gasped for air, coughing as I struggled to breathe. Billie’s hand rested on my shoulder as she popped the bra strap.
“Okay, bra off, babygirl,” she said, leaning back with crossed arms, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she watched me.
I was trembling, fear coiling in my gut. Despite the hatred I felt for this woman, for forcing me to undress, a strange current of attraction pulsed through me. The idea of being naked, vulnerable, in front of her was both terrifying and…stirring. She enjoyed my discomfort.
“Nervous, baby?” I nodded, head bowed.
“Come here.” Billie patted her lap, inviting me to sit. I obeyed, turning to face her, then felt her hands shift my legs, positioning me astraddle her. She pressed her lips to my neck, then to my chest, slow, deliberate kisses that sent shivers down my spine. It felt…good. Warm. Almost loving. None of these were words I would have ever associated with Billie, but I found myself letting go, leaning into the sensation. A soft moan escaped my lips. I felt her smile against my skin.
“More comfortable now, baby girl?” She cooed, her voice a silken whisper. I felt her hand slip beneath my bra, pulling it over my head in a swift, decisive motion. Embarrassment flared as I instinctively reached to cover myself. She caught my wrists, holding them firmly as she stared at my chest, then back at me.
“You’re beautiful. I’ve been watching you for months. Wanted you for months. But I made myself wait. I wanted to see you like this. You don’t disappoint.” She finished with a soft kiss on my left nipple, then tangled her fingers in my hair.
Months? She’d been following me? A month ago, I’d been convinced someone was photographing me through my window, a flash of light that sent me spiraling into paranoia. My dad, worried and broke, had installed a security system despite our tight finances. I'd convinced myself it was just anxiety. But now…this girl was level ten creepy, and yet…sweet? A terrifying paradox.