Mag-log inBillie.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, maybe I had spoken too much at dinner. Telling them about The Church of The Saved and Brother Joe being assigned as my “new light”… it sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. They probably thought I was crazy, exaggerating, or both. But no matter what they thought, one thing was certain. I did not want to marry Brother Joe. Just the thought of his clammy hands, overly sweet smile, and the way he always looked at me sent a cold shiver down my spine. I would rather stay here, bound by this pact than go back to that life.I grabbed my phone, hoping for any kind of distraction, and opened the pact I had signed earlier. I scrolled through it slowly this time, actually reading instead of skimming. My eyes caught on a cla.use I had completely missed before:“At times, you may be approached without knowing which of us it is. You may refuse. If you do not, you are choosing to accept.”I stared at the words for a long moment… then giggled softl
Billie.I stepped into the shower, my heart still racing. The warm water cascaded over my skin, but it wasn’t enough to calm the ache on my pussy. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sharp sting of his palm on my ass, the way my body had responded so shamelessly.My hands trembled slightly as I turned my wand on. The low buzz filled the steamy space. I leaned back against the cool tile, spread my legs just a little, and pressed the vibrating head against my swollen clit.“Oh…”A soft, broken moan slipped from my lips.I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over.Leon behind me, spanking me harder while Law stood in front, playing with my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I whimpered. Silas on his knees in front of me, that wicked tongue licking slow, deep stripes through my pussy lips sucking on my clit while I trembled between them.“Leon… Silas… Law…” I whispered their names like a prayer, voice shaking as the vibrations grew more intense.The pleasure built fast and
Billie.Even though I didn't eat dinner last night. Today I felt hungrier and couldn't stop eating. I stood by the window, watching Roy, the bodyguard the men had assigned to me. He was speaking to three other men near the edge of the garden, gesturing with his hands as if giving instructions. My mind kept circling back to last night, the warm mouth between my thighs that had made me fall apart so completely.Could Roy have been the one?No. I couldn’t just walk up to him and ask. That would be insane.I turned away from the window and decided to distract myself by strolling through the house. My feet carried me almost without thinking until I found myself standing in front of Leon’s office door. It was slightly ajar. I hesitated only a second before slipping inside. I walked to his desk and glanced at the papers scattered across it. One name caught my eye immediately: William Blacksmith. Date of birth unknown. There were reports of a fire at a mansion, photos of charred ruins. An
Billie.My eyes skimmed all over the document at its contents. First, I was to obey their rules without hesitation or question. Whenever they asked what I felt, what I thought, what stirred inside me, I had to lay it bare for them.Any act of disobedience would be punished, and they alone would decide the shape of that punishment, choosing whatever method pleased them most. I had to answer the instant one of them called my name. I had to eat exactly what they placed before me and when they placed it. My body, time, pleasure and pain now belonged to them. The pact made it clear that I was no longer simply their debtor. I was theirs to command, to correct and possess.I skimmed most parts. I took a bite of the apple I’d brought with me, as I turned to final page.Then I signed.My name looked small and trembling at the bottom, but it was done.I had agreed to their terms.You’d think the first thing I’d do after signing something like that was sit quietly and wait like a good gi
Leon.Ever since I kissed Billie, she had been doing an excellent job of avoiding me.It was almost impressive. She moved like a ghost through the house whenever I was around, never lingering in any room I entered. Luckily for her, it had been an exceptionally busy week. I kept tabs on her anyway. The live feeds showed her eating properly again, spending quiet hours reading books or scrolling on her phone. She looked calmer. I sat at the head of the long table in the private boardroom, fingers steepled as Baron finished his report.“It appears the traffickers have been using these routes,” he said, pointing at the projected map. “We’ve nabbed a few low-level players, but we’re still trying to figure out who’s helping with the shipping. There’s a middleman somewhere in the chain.”“Thank you,” I said. “Dismissed.”Baron gathered his things and left the room.Silas leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “It’s been weeks and we still can’t pin down who’s really behind the trafficki
Billie.Ever since I kissed Silas, I couldn’t look at him properly.The moment we arrived back at the estate a few hours ago, I avoided his eyes completely. Thankfully, he left for work early this morning, and since it was Wednesday, I knew he wouldn’t be home until late. That gave me room to breathe, but my mind was still in complete shambles.I couldn’t stop thinking about that erection thing.It kept nagging at me, like an itch I couldn’t reach. What did it actually mean? Was it really just random, or did it mean something more when it happened around me? The question wouldn’t leave me alone.Once I finished the house chores, I wandered over to the living room window and stared out at the gardens, arms wrapped around myself. What if I approached things differently? What if I took a bold step?I had already kissed someone other than Brian, and even though it was brief and feather-light, it had felt… Scary, but good.I wandered back into the kitchen for my four o’clock fruit salad.
Billie.I pushed the trolley through the connecting door at the far end of Molly’s room, and the bathroom opened before me like another world entirely.It was far bigger than the image in my mind had suggested. The ceiling soared high, dark marble walls veined with gold catching the recessed light
Billie.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, the burgundy dress already on.The fabric was heavier than my usual navy uniform, the color deep and warm like aged wine. It was only an inch shorter at the hem. The bodice hugged my chest exactly right, cradling the swell of my busty
Billie.I carried out the dinner containing seared steaks, garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus glistening with butter and set them down one after another. Law had texted earlier on the new phone: Late at the office. Don’t wait.So it was just Leon and Silas tonight, the two of them seated under the
Billie. The next morning, fury simmered under my skin like a low boil that wouldn’t quit. I channeled it into work. Laundry then breakfast. Coffee maker gurgled in the background, filling the kitchen with that rich scent. I moved on to making pancakes from scratch, bacon crisping in the pan, fr







