Part 56

Beyoncé struggled to walk when she finally got up, dragging herself down to the sofa to find Ryan sitting down with a book in her hands. The tv was on but she wasn't watching it and she wasn't on her phone either.

Beyoncé raised a brow, letting her continue, as she took a seat on the sofa beside Ryan waiting for her to finish reading. She ended up with her legs up on Ryan's lap as she glanced at whatever movie Ryan had left on. There was still a subtle ache between her thighs that she had to thank Ryan for. She couldn't believe Ryan had done all that to her earlier.

Ryan massaged her feet a little bit, feeling some of the tension melt away from Beyoncé. Her shoulders softened and the tightness in her body faded. Ryan even heard a small moan of pleasure, and she listened keeping her fingers in that one particular position.

She knew she loved Beyoncé, because she wasn't disgusted by those feet in her lap. She actually thought they were cute, especially with that baby blue nail polish she had on. She was wearing only a t-shirt, and panties, her hair was up and a little puffy but she looked refreshed.

It was warm around her like she commanded all the rooms heat. Ryan pressed into her body as she read and Beyoncé watched her. Ryan thought she was watching the tv but Beyoncé's eyes were on her, always on her, watching how Ryan split her focus between reading and touching her.

Beyoncé wondered briefly if Ryan would be into sucking toes, not out of desire just curiosity. Every man she'd ever had sex with had done it. Shawn had liked doing it. She just wondered...

"What you reading?" Beyoncé asked when it finally looked like Ryan had taken a break from the book in her hands. Beyoncé's feet were still in her lap, brows raised slightly surprised she'd found her reading, instead of being on her phone or watching whatever horror movie this probably was.

"Whatever this is," she said holding up the book cover. It was one of Beyoncé's books on mental health and race.

Beyoncé raised a brow, "what'd you think?"

Ryan shrugged. "I'm more likely to get PTSD?" She asked thinking back to what she'd read.

Beyoncé swallowed, "you're more likely to experience racism and be in environments that can cause trauma and you already have anxiety so yeah." She explained.

"Hm," Ryan said, looking at the page.

Beyoncé added. "There's a lot of risk factors but that doesn't mean you'll get anything like that. Just means you're more likely to than someone white."

Ryan finally put the book down, not bothering to save her page. It was just something she'd picked up to pass the time while she waited for Beyoncé to wake up. "How do you read this stuff?"

Beyoncé smirked looking over at her, "with my eyes usually."

"Shut up."

"I always want to be better at what I'm doing. A lot of us get over-diagnosed or misdiagnosed or under-diagnosed depending on the condition, and people end up in prison or institutionalised because nobody cares to do the research or they expect things to look like they do on white people. That's why I wanted my study to be at a HBCU, I think it's important," Beyoncé shrugged. It was small but she hoped to do more with her degrees than just treating the patients that had already been referred to her.

Ryan smiled, "that's cool. You really like this stuff huh?" They'd talked about her work before but not so much about her passion, about why she liked it, where her interest came from. Ryan found herself even more attracted to her.

"I think it's fascinating how the brain works. Most mental illnesses are just the brains way of protecting us. With some people it goes far enough that other people notice and we're able to study it and give medication or support that might help. Even with things like addiction, why are some people more prone to it than others? I think it's easy to just say that some people are bad and lazy but it's harder to look past that and into what makes some people more susceptible to that, why all those brain chemicals are being released, why the neuron's are firing."

"That's why you went into psychology?" Ryan asked. "Because of your mom?"

Beyoncé paused. She'd been asked that same question by Shawn before but it sounded different coming from Ryan. Ryan wasn't going to use this conversation to call her crazy someday. "I don't think that's the reason but learning it definitely made me more sympathetic to her. Doesn't really change much though."

Ryan hummed, thinking about it. "You think my parents act like how they do for a reason?"

Beyoncé sighed, thinking about the question. "I dont know honey, you know them better than me."

"I think they're just scared for me," Ryan sighed. "I know they like to yell at me and stuff but I don't think they even realise how it comes across."

"Yeah?" Beyoncé eyed her listening to what she had to say.

"Yeah I think they're scared I'm going to be struggling and have a hard life," she sighed breathing the air around her. The majority of her parents problems came from pushing her to be better, but it came across as if she had no worth outside of how she was doing academically. If she wasn't perfect, she was a failure and a disappointment. Outside of that, she barely knew her parents. It wasn't like they talked to her or got to know her in any meaningful way, constantly comparing her to others and telling her to be more like them.

"I don't know if I can put that over the way they treat me though. Even if they're scared it's not an excuse. They make me feel like shit every time I speak to them. It's like all the pressure just has the opposite effect and just stops me from being able to do anything. It's so stupid."

"Honey it's not stupid," the blonde one breathed, her eyes set on Ryan's face. She had her own thoughts about Ryan's parents but right now, she just wanted to listen and be there for the younger girl.

"What'd you think I should do?" Ryan asked. She'd been thinking about her contact with her parents more and more and how she needed to handle it. She didn't mind talking to them sometimes but other times it made her feel like her world was collapsing and all she wanted was to distract herself and forget any of it existed. Out of everything that had happened this year, her parents treatment made her feel the worst.

"You have to decide that for yourself honey." Beyoncé paused thinking for a moment wiggling her toes.

"I guess it's probably not a good idea to put all your fear onto your kid huh?" Beyoncé said, hand in her hair again.

Ryan raised her eyebrows noticing the shift in her body language. "Bey," she said gently reaching over to take Beyoncé's hand out of her hair and ending up on top of her. "What is it with Brooke and the baby?" She asked. Beyoncé was dead set on her not moving out and Ryan couldn't figure out why. She was barely at home when she'd been at college so what difference did it make?

Beyoncé closed her eyes softly. She knew it didn't make sense after fighting with Brooke so much.

"Everyone needs someone to take care of them," she blinked, her eyes glassy now as she looked at Ryan.

"He has his parents though Bey, they'll take care of him."

"Not the baby." Beyoncé swallowed. Brooke being back home had just felt right. She'd hated her being gone for college, she was one of those parents who'd cried after dropping her off. Brooke had come home to her for the last 20 years and then she was moving out all of a sudden. Adulthood came so fast and so abruptly. "I love the baby too but Brooke... She needs someone to be there for her, she needs to be taken care of."

Ryan frowned. "Y'all argue all day?"

Beyoncé wiped the tear falling from her eyes. "I could've lost her." She said wiping her face with the back of her hand. She'd been so terrified when Brooke was in surgery. More scared than she'd ever been before. That was still there.

"She's here though Bey. You didn't lose her," Ryan comforted her.

"I know," Beyoncé felt Ryan's fingers along the corner of her eye wiping her tears. "I just got so scared. I love her so much, and maybe I need to show it more but I'm so afraid every time she leaves the house. I just want her to be okay." Beyoncé fidgeted with her fingers in Ryan's hands.

"Tell her that then," Ryan said holding her. "Then y'all can stop fighting all the time. She thinks you hate her."

Beyoncé huffed. "She's in my house but she thinks I ha—"

"She wants to move out Bey..." Ryan cut her off.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes frustrated. "Okay, I'll talk to her."

They both settled, Beyoncé's heart slowing down. Even just thinking about her daughter made her chest tighten up. "Stop being smarter than me, it's embarrassing."

"Then stop acting like you don't already know these things," Ryan shrugged. "Sometimes you act really crazy you know?"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "Why can't everyone just think like me?"

"Because not everyone's crazy."

"Shut up," Beyoncé smirked. "We gotta get dressed, I'm taking you out remember?"

"I thought you'd be too tired." Ryan teased, and eventually they both got up, showered, and dressed and made their way to the restaurant.

Beyoncé was being extra romantic and pulled out the chair for her, ensuring they had a private table with a candle burning in the centre. She probably would've gotten her a bouquet if she had more time. She wanted Ryan to feel special.

They were both extra excited to be doing this. Beyoncé didn't know how long it had been since they'd done something as simple as go out to dinner together. They used to do it all the time, when Beyoncé was still denying her feelings for Ryan, she'd take her out every time she came to the city. Now they were together and they hadn't found time. Beyoncé had a grandchild and and her job and other things to be distracted by.

Ryan was also pretty chill with being in the house. Going out was nice but she didn't always want to do all the preparation that came with that. It was nice to see herself when she was ready though. She knew she looked good, and if the way Beyoncé looked at her meant anything, she looked even better than she thought she did.

Of course, with Beyoncé, everything was bigger than it needed to be. The meals were extravagant and the service was great. Ryan hadn't even bothered to look at the menu. Beyoncé ordered for the both of them, somehow knowing exactly what Ryan wanted to eat.

She sipped the wine in her hand and looked over at Beyoncé who hadn't stopped looking at her. They felt closer than they'd ever been, after being in each others space for the past 9 days. Beyoncé reached out a hand to the younger girl, stroking gently over her fingers.

"You're so beautiful," she said, tucking her lip behind her teeth. Her glasses rested on the table as she watched Ryan swallow her wine.

"Thanks..." Ryan trailed off as Beyoncé used her thumb to wipe the tiny drop of liquid from her lips.

Her eyes were low again and Ryan breathed her in. Her hand didn't leave the other girls mouth and Ryan opened her lips a little to see what she'd do.

Their position in the restaurant was reasonably secluded so Beyoncé let her thumb slip slowly into Ryan's mouth.

Ryan's eyes were set on her. She wanted more of her, those fingers in other places. She sucked a little, watching Beyoncé's eyes grow lower.

The older one was so damn fine. Even when she pulled her hand away.

"Do you like it honey?" Beyoncé asked about the wine, trying not to act like she wanted to rip Ryan's clothes off in the middle of this establishment.

Ryan nodded, "I prefer the other one but this one's nice."

"Yeah I think so too." Beyoncé agreed, not caring enough about different pairings to mention any of that. Then she leaned up and took a sip of her wine.

Ryan watched her and when Beyoncé looked down she saw those bright eyes staring at her. So warm and open.

Beyoncé wanted to say something but she didn't want to ruin this. They were having such a nice day out and bringing this up again might ruin that.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked picking up on her feelings.

Before she could speak, the waiter was at their table asking if they were ready for dessert.

"Yes thank you," Beyoncé said. "Can we also get another bottle of this." She said pointing to the bottle on the table.

Ryan just smiled letting Beyoncé order everything. She loved being out with her. She didn't have to turn her brain on at all, just let Beyoncé take care of her.

The waiter returned with two plates and a fancy looking bottle. Ryan looked at the chocolate ganache cake against the white plate and then over at Beyoncé.

"I wanna eat but you're gonna stare at me," Ryan chuckled.

Beyoncé laughed. "You want me to close my eyes?"

"No," Ryan paused before she let their eyes meet. "I want you to watch me," Ryan said immediately shifting the energy back. The sexual tension had been laced throughout this whole conversation but Beyoncé's breath hitched whenever Ryan acted like this.

Ryan was being so much bolder lately and Beyoncé loved it. If she'd known this would be the same girl who'd stuttered and been shy when they first met she wouldn't have believed it. But this was her and Beyoncé loved it.

She watched Ryan's silver spoon slip into her mouth, her lips enclosing around it and sucking the cake into her mouth. Their eyes never left each other. Ryan teasing her and Beyoncé enjoying it.

When they finally got back home, Beyoncé was all over her, lips forcing their way in between Ryan's mouth. Ryan licked over her and Beyonce hummed.

"I need you honey," Beyoncé whispered in her ear. Ryan was just so weak beneath her. So pretty in her silky dress. She could taste the wine on her lips as they continued to kiss, making out as they moved through the house. There was still a bra on the floor from earlier as they ran into the bedroom.

"You gonna let mommy make you feel good babygirl? I want you so much," Beyonce whispered in her ear as they entered her bedroom. Ryan nodded, feeling Beyoncé's body overtake her.

"I need you to say it." Beyoncé told her. "Ask for what you want pretty girl."

Ryan swallowed, hands roaming over Beyoncé's dress. Beyoncé watched the shyness reappear in her face as if Ryan didn't want to speak. The older one placed a finger beneath Ryan's chin, tilting her face and then she smirked.

"I'm so proud of you honey, letting mommy touch you like this. Can mama do whatever she wants to you?"

Ryan's breath hitched. She didn't know what that meant. What more could Beyoncé possibly want to do to her? "Uh—" she breathed unsure what to say. She wanted it no matter what it was but she couldn't bring herself to say that.

"Yes or no?" Beyoncé raised a warning eyebrow.

"Y-yes."

Beyoncé's hand stroked along her face, "mm you gonna be a good girl for mommy huh?"

Ryan nodded again as Beyoncé started to take the dress off of her. "Words honey?"

"Yes— yes I'll be good," Ryan breathed.

Beyoncé smirked, finally getting Ryan in her underwear.

"Okay I need you to be still okay? Say yes mama," Beyoncé said, almost ripping the bra from her skin. She'd forgotten how much she liked telling Ryan what to do and what to say.

Ryan nodded, "yes mama."

Beyoncé's eyes darkened and she pulled the straps from Ryan's body, guiding her to lie flat on the bed. The dark haired girl collapsed easily, her skin melting into the mattress.

Beyoncé kissed along every inch of her exposed skin, making Ryan lie back and appreciate each touch. The way she touched her now felt like love. It felt like an apology.

She lifted one of Ryan's legs, kissing her way along her calf. Then she kept going, up towards her ankles, pressing deep kisses to her skin. And finally, she licked along the sole of her foot, her tongue tasting how sweet she was.

She let Ryan's toe dip into her mouth and sucked. She loved how Ryan felt in her mouth. All of her.

Ryan hummed into the sensation. This felt so much better than it should have. She'd never had her toes sucked before. That was too grown. It felt so strange but not in a bad way. Almost like being tickled without the irritation, just the stimulation.

Beyoncé's mouth felt so good around her toes, her mouth sucking the skin into her. Ryan hummed. She couldn't believe how good it felt, each lick like it was caressing her pussy.

Beyoncé sucked her toe in between her lips and Ryan squirmed, unsure why it was turning her on so much.

"Feels good," Ryan tucked her lip behind her teeth. Between her legs was soaking wet now. Beyoncé moved to lick along her other foot, kissing the soft parts to show how she felt.

Ryan couldn't understand the effect it was having, why it turned her on so much. Beyoncé's tongue pressed such a vulnerable part of her body, causing sparks to travel down through her legs.

"I love you so much," Beyoncé whispered kissing her foot as Ryan's legs spread open wider.

Ryan couldn't help it, the pleasure was almost overwhelming.

Then Beyoncé spread her legs more, looking at the sticky slippery mess that she'd made. Her body shuttered in response. She looked so beautiful like this. So open for her.

"Mm what do you want honey?"

Ryan shrugged, her eyes trailing down Beyoncé's body again. She had the perfect body, those breasts, that stomach, those legs, that ass that you could see from the front. Ryan was so down bad for her.

"Uh uh honey, tell me what you want?"

Ryan's face scrunched. "I- I don't know. Just want you."

Beyoncé smiled. She spotted the harness in the corner from earlier and knew exactly what she wanted to do.

"Play with yourself honey," she instructed, biting her lip between her teeth.

"O-okay," Ryan did as told, letting her fingers trail down her stomach, to her pussy as Beyoncé pulled the strap on up her legs.

Beyoncé watched her fingers stroke along her clit. She was so wet. She watched Ryan's eyes dip in and out of focus, heard her tiny pants of yearning. Beyoncé wanted to make her cum so bad.

Then Beyoncé's hand was on Ryan's, gently pushing her fingers away. Beyoncé watched Ryan reach those fingers to her lips and her breath hitched. Ryan tasted too good to go to waste.

But now it was Beyoncé's time to slide into her. She took advantage of that wetness already leaking from Ryan and it didn't take long before she was sliding into Ryan.

She stroked a hand over Ryan's face, kissing her as she pushed the dildo deep inside of her.

"Please," Ryan groaned, eyes rolling back as Beyoncé pushed in.

The older one bit her lip, above her feeling her stomach get tighter. Ryan's legs were wide open, Beyoncé on top of her thrusting in and out. She hadn't fucked her like this in a while, dildo between her legs filling Ryan completely. She forgot how weak the shorter girl got. She forgot how pretty she looked, lips slightly open as she looked up at Beyoncé like she held the secrets to the universe.

The taller one stroked a hand slowly over Ryan's skin, cherishing every inch she'd been yearning to touch.

"Honey," she said watching her eyes flutter closed. "Eyes open," she instructed. She wanted to watch Ryan fall apart, wanted to see her eyes when she couldn't take it anymore. A woman this beautiful deserved everything she was about to give her.

Ryan did as told, opening her eyes briefly. She saw the older one's golden eyes boring into her, saw the sweat indicating how she wanted to please her, how much she was getting off on Ryan's pleasure. And she could tell the harness was brushing up against Beyoncé's clit, turning her on even more. She could bet there was a small puddle forming between those thighs.

"Be—"

"Shh honey," Beyoncé continued the long and deep strokes inside of her.

A tightness formed in Ryan's stomach with each thrust. The dildo was so big, pumping inside of her.

"Oh fuck..." Ryan moaned, her blinks becoming longer and longer. Her pussy fluttered around the toy as Beyoncé pushed the toy in and out of her.

Beyoncé smirked, biting the inside of her lip. "Mhm honey, keep them eyes on mama." Beyoncé's thrusts remained deep, taking her time to hit Ryan's spot. She was slow. Precise. Dragging through her folds, stretching her out.

"Uhh fuck," the shorter girl was taking it so well, her body adjusting to the pleasure, legs opening up to let her in deeper. Each thrust was slow but overwhelming. Her pussy stretching to accommodate Beyoncé.

She could take it for Beyoncé.

"Shit," Ryan hissed, the dildo hitting her spot.

"Hm honey, those eyes," Beyoncé reminded.

Ryan flashed back opening her eyes, and looked up at Bey on top of her. Those blonde strands were falling onto her gently as she thrust the silicone deeper and deeper.

She looked so beautiful Ryan almost couldn't take it, her body tightening just from the sight. Beyoncé was really fucking her like this, thrusting so deep, filling her completely.

Then Ryan gave up, letting her eyes fall shut. It felt too damn good to have her eyes stay open the whole time.

Beyoncé's fingers gripped her chin, then she pulled away and STING. Ryan felt a slap across her face.

"Open," Beyoncé said again, and Ryan nodded, her eyes instantly falling open.

She couldn't believe Beyoncé had slapped her. Her back arched up, having no time to process the pain as ripples of pleasure rolled through her pussy. It felt so good.

"Good girl," Beyoncé smirked, as Ryan's eyes trained on her.

It was obedience. It was sexy. She was being a good girl for mommy. Ryan looked at her like she held all the secrets to her pleasure.

"Moan for me honey, I love how you sound," Beyoncé pushed in harder, fucking her faster, watching her start to unravel beneath her.

Ryan moaned again, her eyes falling shut.

This time the sting across her face was brutal. She moaned into it, then gasped stopping herself. That was not supposed to feel as good as it did, face stinging as her clit jolted, the dildo covered in her juices.

But Beyoncé caught the moan, eyes glinting when she heard the pleasure. Ryan liked being slapped. Love it maybe. She liked the pain, the way her skin twinged from it, the way Beyoncé was controlling her body.

Ryan looked up at her, eyebrows arching into a question. Would she slap her again? Did Ryan want her to?

"Shit," she hissed, face falling backwards as another slap rolled through her skin cells.

"Bey—" her voice was frantic, eyebrows arched up.

"Yes honey," Beyoncé's voice was warm, encouraging, a kiss against the sting of her cheek. Ryan felt into the pain, strap on thrusting inside of her. Her eyes almost closed again but they didn't. Beyoncé fucked her so good. The dildo stretching her walls.

"You close honey?" She asked, hips bucking in and out of the other woman. Beyoncé could feel herself getting closer, the friction from the harness rubbing against her clit.

Ryan nodded, her eyes vacant as she kept them open looking nowhere in particular.

Then another slap. "Answer me."

"Yes mommy. Yes yes. Please I'm so close," she begged.

She was trembling as Beyoncé thrust into her. The older one held her tight still not letting her move an inch, as her hips rolled in and out of Ryan.

"Say it again," Beyoncé slapped her. There was no reason this time. She just wanted Ryan to make that face somewhere between pleasure and confusion.

"I'm gonna cum," Ryan admitted. She couldn't take it anymore, thighs trembling as Beyoncé bit her lip pumping into her faster.

Ryan was so precious, her body almost crumpling beneath her. She kept thrusting harder and harder. Forcing Ryan to feel every inch of this.

"Cum for mommy, let it out baby."

"Mmm," Ryan moaned out, her hips dropping as her eyes rolled back. "Fuckkk I'm cumming I'm—" her whole body crumpled into the sheets.

Beyoncé watched her intently. Ryan was falling apart and Beyoncé followed, both women falling into each other.

————————————[A/N]I wrote that sex scene listening to Rocket & Blow. Y'all be sucking toes? How yall feel about slapping? Was the sex good? I feel like it was less freaked out than usual but maybe I'm desensitised 😭

Thoughts on the other stuff? Their conversation about their parents and Brooke and why Bey didn't want her to move out?

Any predictions for next chapter? I think they're gonna have some visitors