Pretty please with a big fat cheery on top write a continuation to the bva imagine where bill comes home after his sole vacation and hanging up on her. Like what will happen the next day? Will she continue ignoring him? Will bill being needy and beg for forgiveness or will he feel irritate and back off? And what about Alex and Valter? Will they help or stay out of it?
Here is the pre-reading (x)
Thank you @walkxthexmoon for the request!
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Bill lay awake in his bed, listening to her fuck the Dane all night. It wasn't like he wanted to hear her moans and to imagine Andersen's perfect muscled body using her until she was panting and mewling like a beaten animal. She did it on purpose. Alex's lucky night was Bill's reminder to think things through to completion before acting. Forced to listen to her moaning, gasping and telling the Danishman how good it felt to have his cock inside her, Bill toiled with his life choices alone.
She didn't tell V about it either. He couldn't seek any advice from either of the men of the house. Supposedly she had been so upset while he was gone that she refused to see either of them. Now that he was home, it was time for her to flaunt her relationship with the other two with utmost disregard for thin walls.
She spent an entire twenty-four hours with Valter after her romp the night before. Every text message went unanswered, but there weren't many of them. Bill kept his distance until fate would have them in the same room again.
It had been four days, and Bill hadn't packed his bags as she told him to. He was too patient for that. It was one of the things about Bill she loved and subsequently hated. His resolve was always so tough. He could wait for days and days for an opening and pretend like it didn't bother him.
He heard her uneasy breath from across the living room. Bill had crossed her path as she huddled on the couch with a book. The house was devoid of any other male presence. It was only them.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked him once their eye contact grew too strenuous.
"I'm looking at you."
"Why?" She tossed the question like a soiled tissue.
"Because you're beautiful, and I miss looking at you."
She tried to bring her eyes to the text again, but she knew the dismissal to be futile. "That's nice."
Bill set his teeth together calmly. Her bite wouldn't deter him—not this time. He started toward the couch and slid onto the cushion beside her. This had her drawing away, but when he plucked the book from her grasp and set it on the table, her resentment became curiosity. He trapped her shoulders with one long arm, pulled her in, and brought her face to his.
He kissed her long and hard. It wasn't a sensual, open-mouthed kiss. In fact, it lacked romance entirely. This kiss was a reassurance. Bill wouldn't let the game of silence go on for any longer. Lips crushing hers, he pulled away only slightly to study her reaction before kissing her again. His mouth came away from hers with another lovely smacking noise.
"Sometimes, you forget how hard it is to share you. And that's okay. But if you think I've done anything out of malice, I want you to know, you're wrong. I'm only trying to maintain my sanity the best way I know how."
Stunned, she nodded. All this time, she thought Bill had gone away simply because he could, to teach her that he was the one in control and he could disappear at a drop if he wanted. How wrong she had been. His reason was no superficial display of dominance, but a plea to retain his dignity while not posing a problem to the ones with which he shared his life. She understood.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how hard it must be for you... For all of you."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. God, I've missed you."
Bill kissed her again, eager to meet her tongue this time. He unravelled her from the blanket, and pulled her chest against his with a wide palm on her back. When she relaxed against him and accepted his affections with a gentle moan, his hand snaked to his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
"I have something for you."
"What is it?" She asked.
"It's just a little video I made."
He brought up the file and pressed play, passing his phone off to her so he could watch her face. It was the video he had taken in his hotel room; the one he knew would get her pulse thumping.
The inquisition mending her brow together split after the first five seconds of shaky camerawork. She swallowed when the same man who sat beside her, touched himself in the video. A few more seconds passed, and he could hear her breath struggling to come out steadily.
Bill couldn't deny that watching her watch him stroking his cock was obscenely satisfying. The way she squirmed made him do the same, and soon, what played on the screen reflected true in the present. He became hard, finding her hand to place in his lap to prove it so.
The captured voice asked the questions dancing in Bill's head. "Do you miss playing with Daddy's cock? 'Cause Daddy sure misses his princess's touch. Mm, fuck, nothing feels as good as you, baby. Mm-hmm, when I get home, I'm gonna play with you like a little toy. Yeah, like a little fuck-toy. Daddy's gonna use your hands, and your mouth, and your pussy, oh yes. And I'm gonna get all that baby girl cum for myself. Yeah, that's right. We'll play our special game and try to see how many times I can make you come before you can't take it anymore. How's that sound?"
"How dare you do this to me when I'm trying to hate you," she whispered.
He forced her to squeeze his hardening shaft. "Come on then... Hate me."
If you feel so inclined: I neeeed to read Bill’s perspective after he hangs up on that phone call 😩🤕 because I KNOW it had to be torture hearing her cry for him on the other end and have to hang up. Right?! And when he gets back...
pre-reading for this drabble here (x)
The choke of her voice right before he hung up didn’t settle well in his stomach. Bill had to let her be angry with him. It wouldn’t last long—her fits never did. Taking an abrupt vacation would be good for her and for him. The house was stuffy, and the pressures of being her forbearing patriarchal figure were nagging in his psyche.
She would be mad for a while. That was all right. Bill needed time to unwind with himself and nobody else. And she was always understanding when he had to take measures of separation. Theirs was a sensitive living situation, and it guaranteed toe-stepping, tensions doomed to overcome someone eventually. With him gone for a week, the others could assert their roles without fear of her ending up in his bed out of instinct.
It was strange to not hear from her for a few days, but he distracted himself plenty. He spent some time shopping where he liked instead of tailing her in and out of girly stores all day. He bought himself a few new articles of clothing and got a fresh haircut for when he got home. She always loved when he came home looking well-groomed and smelling good. There would be soreness that he could squash with little things like a new cologne and an evening together.
After the fifth day, Bill got bored. He missed her. He wanted to hear her voice and hoped she was having fun. In the privacy of his hotel room, he indulged himself and made her a video, even going as far as to strip and pump himself up a little before pressing record on his phone.
“Hi, princess. It’s Daddy. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I miss you. As you can see…” Bill trailed off, angling the camera lens down his body to show off a half-hard cock. “I’m getting pretty turned on thinking about your pretty holes. I can’t wait to get home and have some very special babygirl time. But until then, I think I’ll just show you how hard you make me. How badly I want to wear you like a belt and spank that cute bum."
His hand smoothed over his chest and stomach until he encircled his shaft. When he closed his eyes, he imagined her on her knees before him, looking up with wide eyes, ready for cum. He pictured her lips moving up and down his cock, popping off the tip with a sweet giggle. She was so eager to have him in her mouth that her humming tickled through his groin and made his skin ripple with gooseflesh.
It wasn’t her. He compensated with stroking himself on camera for her though. He would use the video as padding for an apology.
Until he flew back home, he felt lonely and missed the bickering. The hotel room didn’t afford him the smells of cooking or the shuffling of feet and he lied in bed alone, longing for home.
He expected a sour look, maybe a little tussle of words, but he did not expect her to lock herself away. The house was quiet, eerie, and the rush built in his chest ascending the stairs to her room. Her shoes were at the door, indicating her presence, but when he knocked on her door there was no answer. This had happened before. All he had to do was announce that he was coming in.
Locked. A locked door was easy to talk open.
"Honey? It’s me. Will you open the door?”
The silence persisted, as expected. Bill knocked again.
“Come on, sweetheart. I have something for you from my trip.”
The promise of presents was sure to draw her out. He cranked on the doorknob out of habit and knocked again. Oh yeah, he thought. She was mad.
He pulled out his phone to call her, suspending his breath to better hear past the door for a ringtone. She sent the call to voicemail. Bill chuckled.
“Come on, open up! Don’t you miss me? I missed you,” he scratched his fingers up and down the door. “I missed you a lot.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Breath retreated back into his lungs. “Hey! Don’t say that! Open up, please.”
“No.”
“I’ll only ask you one more time.”
“Go back to wherever you came from. I don’t want to see you."
The ice of her tone chilled him. Okay. This was veering into code red territory. He sighed. He could handle this. He could…
"Baby… I’m sorry. Please, if you open up, I promise I’ll explain everythin—”
The door swung open, and she darted her head into the hall. Bill backed away in fear she might lunge for him.
“You don’t deserve an explanation after you hung up on me! You left me hanging for a week! That is not cool. Not okay with me! That’s… That’s against the rules!”
“Rules, rules, what rules? Me needing time to myself is against the rules?”
Her cheeks puffed with blood. She noticed the measures he took to look good for her too, but they were for naught. Even his pleasant smell wasn’t enough to chase off the strain. Her heart was fragile, her patience non-existent.
“I can’t even look at you,” she said, darkness clouding her words. “I think you should stay somewhere else tonight. I’m not ready to be near you.”
“Babe—”
She took a step back into her room and shut the door.
Bill knew there was nothing to be done about her resentment, but he didn’t want to spend another night alone. He grabbed the door handle before she could lock it and pushed against her, taking care not to throw her back from the force.
“Hey! I said I’m sorry. You won’t hear my apology or listen to what I have to say?” He asked.
She crossed her arms, closing herself off from him as best she could. “No. Not today.”
“Tomorrow then?”
“No. I have a date with somebody else. Goodbye, Bill."
