Part 17

"You get prettier every time I see you," Bey smiled as Ryan got into her car. The month had finally passed and she was seeing her again, and neither of them could stop looking at each other.

"You get sillier every time," Ryan rolled her eyes playfully. "I like it though," her teeth bit into her bottom lip.

"I like you."

Beyoncé somehow managed to make the most intense eye contact with her even while watching the road. It was crazy how strong it felt, both unable to tear their eyes away from each other. Ryan felt shy all over again, butterflies settling into her stomach. Beyoncé was truly something else.

"Um anyways," Ryan gulped. "Did you bring the thing?"

Beyoncé laughed, like really laughed, her smile widening and teeth shining brightly. Her laugh lit up her whole face before she smirking, raising that one eyebrow. "What thing baby?" She asked with a bite of her lip.

"You know what thing," Ryan rolled her eyes. Beyoncé just wanted to make this difficult.

"Hm," Beyoncé frowned, feigning confusion. "No you're gonna have to explain what you mean."

"Stop making me say things I don't want to."

"Oh but it's so sexy to hear you say them," Bey bit down on her lip once more glancing at the younger one with a gentle smirk.

Ryan rolled her eyes again. Beyoncé was so annoying that it was cute. "Shut up you think everything's sexy."

"Only on you, princess," her voice dropped to a rasp that Ryan felt in between her legs.

"Leave me alone you just wanna get in my pants."

Beyoncé smirked, "is it working?"

"Yeah," Ryan laughed ducking her head. At least over the phone she could threaten to hang up. Now she was sure she had the stupidest grin on her face while Beyoncé drove them to the hotel.

Beyoncé had booked a different hotel this time. It was a little further away but she hoped it might be better than the other one.

"Hi I'm here to check in, Beyoncé Knowles," she said.

"Ah yes Miss Knowles," the receptionist typed.

"Doctor," she corrected raising her brows slightly. She hated when people did that. She didn't go through 7 extra years of studying and getting a PhD for it not to be acknowledged.

"Yes doctor, my apologies. Let's get you settled in," the receptionist said calling someone over to help her with her bags. It was a small suitcase she could've carried on her own but she wasn't going to turn down the help. "Would you like an extra keycard for your guest?"

Beyoncé looked at Ryan. She didn't need one since they'd be together the whole time. Then she shrugged... why not? "Sure"

Ryan looked over at her biting down on her lip. Bey really trusted her like that? She could be a thief or something. What if this had all just been a ploy to steal from her or something?

Their luggage was brought up and when they finally got through those doors, Beyoncé gave up. She wasn't hungry, she wasn't tired, she only wanted one thing. She'd been thinking about this for weeks.

"Ryan take off your clothes," Beyoncé instructed, taking off her jacket and entering the bedroom area.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. I want them off... now."

Ryan looked at her, sizing her up before she did as told. She slipped out of her shoes, then her jacket and then she was taking off her shirt, each button feeling like torture as Beyoncé watched her closely.

Beyoncé was dressed so casual in her t shirt and leather pants and Ryan could just about see her eyes behind her glasses, watching closely, carefully noticing everything. Beys hair was up in a bun and mostly out of her face so Ryan could feel every inch of the scrutiny as she slipped the shirt from her own body.

Bey smirked reaching into one of the bags as Ryan continued to undress. She had on a bra which only seemed to add to Beyoncé's frustration. She wanted her bare and naked right now. She watched as Ryan shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in only the pink underwear that looked gorgeous on her skin.

"Keep going," Beyoncé breathed, eyes traversing over her frame as she moved closer. Ryan reached behind her and took off the bra causing Beyoncé to breathe in sharply.

"So pretty... can I," Beyoncé swallowed, her mind blurring with lust. "Can I put these on you?" She asked and Ryan nodded glancing at the metal cuffs in her hand.

She pulled Ryan's hands behind her back and locked them in place. Ryan shuddered, looking up at her. She couldn't move her arms much now. She felt powerless in the most freeing way. And Beyoncé felt so imposing beside her.

"The internet said we should use a safe word like red if you want me to stop," Beyoncé turned Ryan to face her. "But I don't know why you can't just say stop." She frowned letting her hands slip into the waistband of Ryan's panties. Ryan felt the cool touch of her fingers against her hips before the material slid down her legs. "So if you want me to stop you can just say either one. I won't mind, okay? I'll stop if it's too much, okay honey? Just let me know."

Ryan shuddered. Beyoncé explaining that made her even wetter. Beyoncé crouched pulling the panties down over her thighs. Obediently Ryan raised up each leg to step out of the fabric.

Ryan gulped seeing Beyoncé on her knees like that. She realised Beyoncé was waiting for an answer. "O-okay," she bit down on her lip.

"I just wanna make you feel good, okay?" Beyoncé stood up hovering beside her before Ryan felt a shove as her body slammed into the mattress.

"Stay still for me," Beyoncé whispered, kissing up along her ear. Ryan's hands were rested just above her ass unable to move and she felt Beyoncé's body heat as the older woman hovered just above her.

"Okay."

"Say 'okay mommy I understand'," Beyoncé ran a hand along her skin.

Ryan shut her eyes trying to gather up the strength. "Um okay m... m... I...." She bit her lip.

Beyoncé tutted, walking slowly and grabbing the paddle from the bag. Ryan couldn't speak now, just anticipate as her body pressed into the mattress. All she could see was the bedsheets and a curtain blocking the window. She couldn't see Beyoncé.

But then Beyoncé leaned down and kissed her collar bone and Ryan hummed into the feeling of her lips on her skin. Somewhere in all this Bey had undressed and was left in only lingerie. Ryan could feel the smoothness of the satin against her own skin as Bey started trailing all these kisses all over her body, her breasts on top of her, lulling her in with the tender affection.

"Mmm," Ryan moaned at the feeling. She was getting wetter with every touch. She wanted Beyoncé's kisses down lower. She wanted to kiss her, to feel their bodies together. She was getting so turned on just from the mouth on her skin. "Beyyy," she moaned, tilting her head to give Beyoncé better access to her neck.

But then the older one pulled away, causing her to softly groan. "My pretty girl," Beyoncé cooed. "I'm gonna make you feel so much better okay?" She ran a hand along Ryan's slit, feeling all the juices that had already gathered. "You ready for me?" She bit her lip

"Y-yes," Ryan moaned, still face down on the bed, unable to move her hands.

"Oh honey," she said and Ryan heard her lips open and close. Beyoncé was teasing her now and she couldn't do anything about it.

Then Ryan felt a sharp sting against her ass. She cried out loud, her body jerking from the sting and she tried to turn her face towards Beyoncé. Her brows knitted together, pain and pleasure marring her expression. This was much more painful than Beyoncés hand had been. She was in for an unforgettable night.

Beyoncé raised the paddle and hit her again, causing Ryan to let out another cry — and this one sounded just like a moan.

"Oh you're being such a good girl for me, baby," Beyoncé praised. She could feel herself becoming more and more turned on by it all, hearing her cry out, watching the way her ass rippled, knowing Ryan was both turned on and in pain.

"Does it hurt baby?"

Beyoncé couldn't help the way her pussy throbbed. Ryan's pain was so sexy. And so she did it again. This time, Ryan bit her lip and tried to stifle the cry that threatened her mouth but it leaked out as her ass grew hotter.

Ryan whimpered. "Mhm yeah," she said softly. Despite that, Ryan felt her body react to each hit, wetness seeping out of her slowly as Beyoncé treated her like a ragdoll. Beyoncé swallowed, hearing her try to hold back. She sounded so fucking sexy.

Then Beyoncé placed a hand on her ass, rubbing it jiggling it, almost soothing over the pain. But this was much more painful. Beyoncé's touch was warm against the already burning skin. Still, Ryan didn't want her to stop. Not ever. Her hand was so delicate, so beautifully painful.

"Do you know why I'm punishing you honey?"

The older woman squeezed and Ryan moaned, her body tingling with anticipation as she shook her head.

"Come on honey, think about it." Her reactions turned Beyoncé on even more. It made her feel almost carnivorous. She wanted ryan in the most raw and carnal ways. She hit her again and watched the red begin to deepen in her dark skin, and marks begin to embed in the flesh.

"You look so pretty like this"

"Th-thanks ah!" Ryan moaned and hissed when Beyoncé bought down the paddle again.

"Fuck," this time Ryan moaned louder from the pain and her clit rubbed against the blanket soothing some of the ache, though her ass was on fire. Ryan could feel her wetness on the bed, this was turning her on so much more than she wanted to admit.

"Bey..." she moaned, trying to reach her own ass, the cuffs blocking her movement. "It hurts," she said and Beyoncé bit down on her lip.

"I know baby," Beyoncé felt herself get even more turned on. She breathed in sharply hearing Ryan's little moans, the way her body strained against itself, the way her wetness stuck to her thighs. "But you're gonna keep taking your punishment for me like a good girl right?"

"Uh huh," Ryan breathed as the paddle connected to her skin. She didn't know how much more she could truly take. But she'd try for Beyoncé. She could sense her holding back and she didn't want her to. She wanted Beyoncé to give her everything.

"Yeah?" Beyoncé pressed.

"I can take it mama" She pressed herself harder into the sheets feeling the tiny friction of her clit on the bed.

Beyoncé bought the paddle down again and Ryan yelped forming her hands into fists. She rubbed against the blanket trying to get even more friction.

"Did you think about what you did?"

"Y-yes," she acquiesced.

"What did you do?" Beyoncé smacked her again. It turned her on so much, she should've been ashamed. Why did Ryan's pain make her feel so hot? Was she a sadist? She looked at Ryan; rubbing herself against the sheets, breathing heavily, not telling her to stop, just panting, and being just as turned on by this.

"Ah," Ryan hissed, her body twitching against the bed. "I— how I spoke to you the other day." Bey did it again and a tear slipped from Ryan's eyes. It hurt so much, hurt so good. What was Beyoncé doing to her?

"Mhm," Beyoncé watched her.

"I'm sorry," Ryan panted. Then the paddle again. Swat. And Ryan moaned, her legs trembling.

Her whole body stung. And Beyoncé kept going.

"Please, I won't do it again"

"I know you won't baby," Beyoncé hit her again and she cried out. "Just two more okay? Can you do that for mommy?"

Ryan moaned, her clit rubbing against the bedsheets. She nodded. She'd do it. For her, she could take anything.

"Are you sure Ry?" Beyoncé asked carefully. She didn't want to push too far. Just far enough.

"Yeah," Ryan breathed loosening her hands and stretching her fingers out of her fist.

Ryan panted now, her body almost overstimulated. Beyoncé's touch was so gentle even through the pain of the spanking.

"Oh fuckkkk," Ryan jerked against the sheets, clit swollen desperate for release.

Then Bey spanked her again and Ryan did the same thing moaning and squeezing her eyes shut.

And Beyoncé took off the cuffs while Ryan looked up at her in a sort of daze. "You did such a good job for me babygirl," Beyonce said as she flipped her over, laying Ryan flat on the bed.

Ryan's face broke out into a smile. She wanted her approval, craved it even. And then Beyoncé was kissing all over her body.

"Ahhh," Ryan's back arched the second her nipple slipped between Beyoncé's lips. Her hips thrust up and she moaned out in pleasure, her eyes slipping back in her head.

Beyoncé's eyes grew quickly more curious as Ryan trembled panting slightly. She was cumming and bey had barely touched her. Is that how much the spanking turned her on?

"Oh honey, are you already cumming for mama?" Beyoncé wanted nothing more than to keep going, to see how much she could take.

But she let Ryan guide her, continuing to flick her tongue over her nipple as Ryan wrapped her arms around the older one's face.

"Shi- shit... Bey," she was trembling now and Beyoncé continued to suck her nipple between her lips.

"Don't stop," Ryan reached out to nothing in particular. And Beyoncé pulled her closer lapping at her nipple between her lips.

"Ryan..." she looked up and saw Ryans lips slightly parted and a tear slid down her face. "Open your legs for me."

Ryan did as told, letting her thighs pull apart gently. Then a hand came between them slowly. Beyoncé was looking at her now, staring actually, noticing every single reaction. "You're so wet baby," she whispered causing the dark haired girl to shudder feeling her breath on her skin.

With Beyoncé's flattened hand, she could feel it: wet, sticky, all over her inner thighs. "You're a little masochist huh?" She said slowly dragging her hand along Ryan's slit.

Ryan let out a gasp. She wasn't even doing much, her hand just hovered there but Ryan was going crazy. It was like everything had slowed down but Beyoncé would not let up.

"Uhn uhn don't clam up now," she used her other hand to get Ryan to face her. "Tell me how much you liked it..." Ryan moaned as her finger moved. "Go on baby, tell mama you liked it."

"I- I liked it," she bit down on her lip, her heart starting to race. Bey was teasing her or praising her, she couldn't tell, it was so much.

"Such a good girl," Beyoncé ran a finger along her clit once again. "You're turning me on so much." Beyoncé watched her with glowing eyes. "You don't know how badly I need you right now, it's driving me crazy."

Ryan moaned softly, suddenly wanting Beyoncé to kiss her.

"I can't figure out if I want to put my fingers in you or in me, if I want to make you cum with my mouth or if I want to get the strap— fuck Ryan..." she toyed with her nipples genuinely struggling to decide what to do next.

Ryan's clit was swollen and throbbing. She knew she'd cum no matter what Beyoncé decided. And god it was so hot to watch Beyoncé try to figure it out.

"Sit on my face," Ryan said, still quiet, still soft as Beyoncé registered her words.

"Okay." Beyoncé's eyes darkened at the request.

She swallowed before she reached around and undid her bra, Ryan watching her, breathing quickly as she slid her panties down her legs. They were already damp from how turned on she was from spanking her. Now, her eyes met Ryan's which were resting on her chest and she wasn't moving.

A tongue ran along Ryan's lips, watching Beyoncé's soft breasts bounce from her bra as her arms lifted out of the rest of her clothes. Beys nostrils flared, seeing the way Ryan looked at her, so fiercely like she wanted her, needed her maybe. They were both enmeshed.

Beyoncé finished completely undressing and stalked over to Ryan, looking at her like she was prey. Beyoncé trapped her with her body, on all fours as she kissed her again, deeply, fervently.

"You gonna use those pretty lips for me honey?" She asked, her mouth inches from Ryan's face.

"Mhm," Ryan felt a wave of desire overcome her. Beyoncé was so damn sexy. And she was already so close. She'd probably cum again just from tasting her.

"Yeah? Can you make mama feel good?"

Ryan nodded quickly as Beyoncé moved further up her body leaving a sticky patch everywhere she touched.

Then she lowered herself slowly directly on top of Ryan's face and Ryan's hands gripped her thighs instinctively pulling her in closer.

"Oh Ryan..." Ryan's tongue flicked out quickly over her slit. She was so eager. Needing her completely.

Ryan got a small taste but it wasn't enough. And Beyoncé could already feel the gentle pressure in her stomach. Ryan ran her tongue along her slick heat causing Beyoncé to grind into her mouth.

"Mm I forgot how good you are at this," she moaned as Ryan's tongue explored all of her spots.

Ryan could only hum as Beyoncé ground into her mouth. The older woman hadn't known how much she needed this, needed Ryan to touch her.

"Fuck, honey," she gripped onto her hair guiding Ryan's face to the perfect position. "Just like that." Ryan continued to lap away at her, thrusting her tongue expertly.

"Ry baby," Beyoncé moaned gripping onto Ryan's dark hair. "More," she moaned. "Don't stop." She was grinding her hips into Ryan's mouth, moving them up and down over her tongue. Ryan could barely breathe and knew that she was soaking through the bedsheets, but she didn't care. Beyoncé's words were affecting her as she held onto Beyoncé's thighs.

"Keep going baby," Beyoncé gripped her hair tighter. "You want mommy to cum don't you?"

She rolled her hips roughly thrusting into Ryan's mouth. "Come on baby, make me cum, you can do it," she moaned biting her lip, boobs bouncing as she rode her face.

"Fuck baby..."

"Oh shit..."

Ryan dragged her tongue over Beyoncé's clit feeling her drip into her mouth.

"You're making mama feel so good baby," Bey dragged her words out, letting her accent fill the air. "Im gonna cum— fuck baby you've been so good for me. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face. Keep going make me cum. Please ry"

Ryan shuddered licking over and over until—

"Fuckkkk," Beyoncé's back arched and liquid dripped into Ryan's mouth. And Ryan didn't stop. She wanted it. Wanted Beyoncé. All of her.

————————————[A/N]Pretty much just smut. Y'all asked and I delivered.

The calm before the storm I guess lol im excited for these next couple chapters though, you'll get a little more Beyoncé lore. It's so funny watching yall try to figure out what's wrong with her/whats going on😭