taking her innocence away ༒︎
contains: g!p mafia billie, nipple play, neck grabbing slow fingerfucking, hair pulling, light spanking, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare
billie had clawed her way to the top of la’s underworld since she was nineteen.
born into a fractured family where her father ran small-time crews and her mother disappeared early, billie learned violence and power young.
she took over her dad’s operation after he got killed in a rival hit, but she didn’t just continue it—she transformed it.
smart, ruthless, and charismatic, she expanded into every corner: protection rackets, underground clubs, high-end smuggling, and information networks that made her untouchable.
at twenty-eight she was the biggest mafia boss in the city, living in a sprawling mansion hidden behind layers of security—cameras on every inch, armed employees who called her “boss” with fear and respect, maids who kept the place pristine and silent.
billie had everything: money, fear, loyalty.
but she was lonely in a way that gnawed at her. she craved something pure, untouched by the filth of her world. someone innocent who wouldn’t betray her or get corrupted too fast. for months she watched sarelia from the shadows.
sarelia was a hairdresser with a small shop downtown, always smiling softly at her loyal regulars, hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, clothes modest and cute.
billie followed her routines—closing the shop late, walking to her beat-up car, heading home to a tiny apartment. sarelia was a virgin, billie knew from digging deep. no boyfriend, no wild past, no clue about gangs or mafia. perfect.
billie set the date carefully. she sat in the back of her black suv that night, heart steady but cock already stirring at the thought.
her crew waited in position. sarelia locked up the salon, keys jingling under the streetlight, and started toward her car. two men moved fast and professional.
a cloth with sedative pressed gently over sarelia’s mouth. she slumped without much fight, body handled with care—no bruises, nothing to scare her more than necessary. they loaded her into the suv. billie reached out and brushed a strand of hair from sarelia’s peaceful face.
“mine now,” she whispered.
the mansion loomed ahead, gates opening silently. inside, staff kept their eyes down as billie carried sarelia upstairs to the master suite. the room was huge—king bed with silk sheets, massive windows overlooking private gardens, soft lighting. billie handcuffed one wrist to the sturdy bed railing, then sat in a chair across the room, watching her sleep for hours.
sarelia stirred as dawn light filtered in. confusion hit first, then fear widened her eyes as she tugged at the cuff. billie stood slowly, approaching with calm steps.
“where am i? what did you do to me?” sarelia’s voice trembled but she didn’t scream. she just stared, breathing fast.
billie sat on the edge of the bed. when sarelia asked how she ended up here with no memory, billie lied smoothly.
“we met at a house party a couple nights back. you were there with your friends. we clicked, drank too much, ended up fucking in one of the rooms. you told me you wanted more, begged me to take you somewhere safe. i brought you here.”
sarelia blinked, processing. billie had maids bring breakfast—fresh fruit, warm toast, coffee, eggs. they fed sarelia carefully while she was still partially cuffed.
later, billie uncuffed her fully for a bath. two quiet maids helped draw the massive tub, adding oils and helping sarelia undress and wash.
billie watched from the doorway, eyes soft but hungry, making sure no one touched her prize too much. sarelia was dried, dressed in soft silk pajamas, and brought back to the bed.
“i’m a virgin though,” sarelia said quietly after a while, sitting against the pillows. “i’ve never had sex with anyone. i’m surprised…”
“yeah, you told me that night,” billie replied gently, sitting close. “you allowed it. we were really both drunk.”
“but i don’t drink though,” sarelia insisted, frowning.
“you did that night. guess it surprised me too,” billie said with a small smile, reaching out to tuck hair behind sarelia’s ear.
they talked for hours. billie listened as sarelia opened up about her life—the salon she loved, her quiet days, why she avoided anything sexual. past heartbreaks, fear of vulnerability, wanting it to feel safe and meaningful one day. billie shared pieces of her own story, careful versions—how she built her empire from nothing, the loneliness at the top. her hand stroked sarelia’s arm softly the whole time, then her shoulder, light circles on her back. the touches were gentle, soothing. sarelia’s breathing changed, cheeks flushing. warmth spread through her body.
sarelia looked deeply into billie’s eyes, then down to her lips. the air thickened. billie leaned in, hand sliding to grip sarelia’s neck softly, and kissed her. slow, warm, deepening gradually.
tongues met tenderly, exploring. sarelia whimpered softly into it. billie snapped her fingers without breaking the kiss. the maids and waiting staff slipped out quietly, door closing with a soft click, leaving them alone in the huge room.
billie kept the kiss soft and deep, savoring sarelia’s taste, her little gasps. she pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “tell me if you want me to stop, baby. but i want to make you feel good. let me take care of you.”
sarelia nodded, breathing shaky. billie laid her back gently against the pillows, hands roaming slow over the silk. she peeled the top open, exposing sarelia’s soft breasts. her mouth lowered, lips brushing one nipple lightly before sucking it in warm and slow. tongue swirled around the peak, gentle suction pulling moans from sarelia. billie switched to the other, giving equal attention, fingers lightly pinching and rolling the wet nipple she left behind. sarelia arched, hands threading into billie’s hair.
“feels so good,” sarelia whispered.
billie smiled against her skin, continuing the slow worship. she kissed down sarelia’s stomach, peeling the silk pants off inch by inch. sarelia’s legs parted shyly.
billie settled between them, kissing inner thighs first, soft and reverent. then her tongue licked a long, slow stripe up sarelia’s slit, tasting her wetness. sarelia gasped loud. billie gave her head with patience.
tongue circling her clit softly, then sucking it gently into her mouth, humming. two fingers slid in slow, curling gently against her walls while billie licked and sucked with loving focus.
“so sweet, baby. so tight for me,” billie murmured, pumping her fingers in and out in a slow rhythm.
she added a third after a while, stretching carefully, never rushing. sarelia’s hips rolled gently, chasing the pleasure. billie brought her to the edge like that, then over—sarelia came with a soft cry, thighs trembling around billie’s head.
billie kissed her way back up, sharing sarelia’s taste in a deep kiss. she freed her own cock, thick and hard, leaking at the tip. “i’m gonna go slow, okay? tell me if it’s too much.”
sarelia nodded, pulling her closer. billie rubbed the head against sarelia’s soaked entrance, then pushed in inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat. once fully seated, she stayed still, kissing sarelia’s neck, her lips, her nipples again. slow, grinding thrusts started—deep and gentle, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made sarelia moan softly with every stroke.
billie’s hand stayed on sarelia’s breast, thumb circling the nipple, pinching lightly. the other hand gripped sarelia’s hair gently, tugging just enough to tilt her head for more kisses. the sex was soft and slow, bodies pressed close, skin sliding warm. billie whispered praises—“you’re so perfect, taking me so well, my innocent girl”—while thrusting deep and unhurried.
sarelia’s second orgasm built gradually. billie rubbed her clit in slow circles, never speeding up, just steady pressure until sarelia clenched hard around her cock, squirting softly around the thick length with a shuddering moan. billie kept moving through it, drawing it out, kissing her through the overstimulation until sarelia was whimpering and sensitive.
she flipped them carefully, sarelia on top now, guiding her hips to ride slow. billie’s hands spanned sarelia’s waist, helping her move, then sliding up to play with her bouncing tits—squeezing, thumbing nipples, leaning up to suck them while sarelia rode her cock. light spanks landed on sarelia’s ass when she ground down particularly nice—gentle smacks that made her clench.
“good girl, just like that,” billie praised, voice husky. she pulled sarelia’s hair softly to kiss her again, tongues lazy and wet.
they changed positions again—billie behind her, spooning close, one leg lifted. slow, deep thrusts continued, cock dragging against every sensitive spot. fingers found sarelia’s clit once more, rubbing in time with the thrusts. another orgasm hit, sarelia squirting again, soaking the sheets and billie’s thighs. billie groaned, fighting her own edge.
“one more, baby. cum with me.”
she kept the pace soft and deep, nipple play continuing with one hand, hair tugging with the other, until sarelia came hard a final time. billie followed right after, burying deep and filling her with warm cum, hips grinding slow through the pulses.
they stayed connected, billie holding sarelia close, kissing her shoulders, stroking her hair. soft aftercare whispers filled the room as they caught their breath.
“you’re safe here. you’re mine now. i’ll give you everything.”
