Part 58

After two and half weeks together, it was Ryan's last day in Beyoncé's home. Beyoncé felt a pit in her stomach at the thought. She knew Ryan had to go but that didn't make it any easier.

Ryan lie back, surrounded by soft brown silk sheets and plush cushions. Slats of sunlight rested along her body floating in through the blinds. A light breeze flowed in through the ajar window settling on the patches of her skin that the sun had already kissed.

There was music playing from the adjoining bathroom, quiet enough that it didn't wake her but it did soothe her. Beyoncé was listening to something, old r&b probably. Ryan had grown used to hearing the warm melodies and textured vocals in the morning. It felt like home.

Her eyelids fluttered, still not quite awake but almost. Then the door opened again, and a whoosh of sea salt and cleanliness stroked her nostrils and just as quickly it disappeared, replaced with a more distinct and warm smell like Beyoncé's scent. It wasn't quite cocoa butter but it was just as familiar as the older woman rubbed lotion over her body, then sprayed several pumps of perfume on her skin.

Ryan shuffled missing this whole thing as she stayed comfortable in bed and rolled over to sleep better. Beyoncé was finally dressed and closed the door behind her, going to find Brooke who was gathering things for the diaper bag.

"Morning mom, I was just about to find you. I kinda made a lot of food so... yeah eat or something." Brooke shuffled awkwardly, grabbing a pack of wipes.

"Thanks my love. Where are y'all going?" Beyoncé asked saying good morning to Levi.

"Shopping," Brooke grinned, Levi getting the baby comfortable in his stroller. It was the only all white stroller in the store and Beyoncé had told her white didn't make sense for anything to do with a baby, but she'd bought it anyway, determined to look good even if it wasn't practical.

Beyoncé nodded. That meant Brooke wanted to shop and Levi would tag along because he had no choice. "How long are you going to be gone?" She asked.

"Probably the whole day, we wanna go see his sister after." Brooke added. Beyoncé had been less annoying lately about her going out, asking less questions and letting her be a real adult.

"Okay, let me know when you're coming home."

"Yeah," Brooke said absently. Then she remembered Ryan coming out of her mother's shower a couple months ago. It was all starting to make sense now. "I actually will," she said scrunching up her face, disgusted all over again.

"See you both," Beyoncé smiled as they left the house.

"Bye mom."

"Bye mama Bey." Levi said.

Beyoncé looked at him deciding if she liked the name or not. She just turned, hair swinging as she went back upstairs to see if Ryan was awake yet.

She opened the door and paused for a moment just staring at Ryan. Her heart bloomed watching her sleep, seeing the slow breaths in and out. She didn't want to wake her but Ryan had a flight to catch later. "Honey," she whispered, gently climbing between her legs.

Ryan was starting to wake up but Beyoncé wanted to wake her up in a different way. She spread her legs just enough so she could reach and dipped her head in between her thighs. Ryan shuffled as Beyoncé let her mouth find her clit, slowly letting her tongue trail over her centre.

Her mouth enclosed around the shorter girl, taking her in properly. Everything about Ryan was delicious, she tasted good even in the morning. She moved her tongue deeper inside of Ryan, slowly stroking her awake with her mouth.

"Mmm," soft moans started to trickle out as Ryan finally started to wake up.

Beyoncé listened to her body, feeling her legs move a little to the side and started to lick right where she wanted her. She was determined to pleasure her and make her remember this, flicking over her clit and swallowing her in.

"Mmm," Ryan mumbled sleepily.

Beyoncé felt herself heat up, just listening to her moans. She licked all the way from her clit to her ass, tasting the droplets of sweat between her thighs.

"Morning," Ryan moaned out awake and turned on now. Her whole body was tingling as Beyoncé finally let a finger enter her.

Ryan loved being woken up like this, and nobody could do it better than Beyoncé. That finger stroked slowly inside of her, Beyoncé's mouth still pressed against her soft clit.

"Uh-uhh," Ryan's body twitched against the bed. "Beyyy," she moaned as Beyoncé pushed in harder, still licking her and fucking her faster. Beyoncé's eyes rolled back with desire, pushing her fingers deeper into Ryan.

"You like that honey?" Beyoncé asked, fingers stroking while she licked over her clit. "Mommy's little slut," Beyoncé smirked, fingers working even faster inside of her girlfriend.

Ryan groaned. She wasn't supposed to like that so much. Being called a slut. But she did.

She especially loved it when Beyoncé slid another finger inside of her. "Take mommy's fingers like a good whore."

Ryan shuddered. "Uh-uh huh." She moaned nodding frantically. Degradation was such a tiny part of their sex life but waking up to this only made Ryan want to do this more. She wanted to be a slut for her. She wanted Beyoncé to treat her like her own personal whore.

Beyonce licked over Ryan's clit faster, still thrusting harder inside of her. "Shit," Ryan's back arched up as she pumped. It felt too good, those fingers working inside of her. The knot in her stomach was beginning to unfurl and Ryan could barely gather the energy to moan.

Then Beyoncé stopped, abruptly, fingers slowly pulling out of her pussy.

"Wha..." Ryan's voice was weak, trailing off as she felt her orgasm slipping away. Ryan looked at Beyoncé above her, disappointment marring her face. She'd been so close. So ready to explode.

Beyoncé smirked at the sound she made. She loved when Ryan was like this: naked and staring up at her, confusion and desperation in her eyes. She looked so precious, her eyes almost watering as her orgasm slipped away. She was still just waking up, which made it even better. Treating Ryan like this was one of life's simple pleasures and Ryan always came so hard when she finally let her.

"What is it honey?" Beyoncé raised a brow. She knew Ryan wouldn't admit it. She'd be far too shy to say what she really wanted.

Ryan shook her head, looking down and away from the blonde demon. Beyoncé was testing her. She wanted Ryan to cry about it. She wanted her weak and begging for more. It turned her on to see that.

"What's wrong hm?" Beyoncé pressed, a brow raised with the corners of her mouth upturned.

"N-nothing," Ryan breathed. She wouldn't beg. Not yet. That's what Beyoncé wanted and she couldn't let her win. At least not yet.

"Mmm you're lying," Beyoncé smiled, that taunting smile. She watched Ryan for a little bit before slapping between her legs. "Don't lie to me."

"Mmmm," Ryan moaned out unintentionally as a sting rippled through her clit and across her body.

Beyoncé bit the inside of her lips, "I forgot how much you like being hurt. You want mommy to hurt you don't you?"

Ryan said nothing just biting her lip. So Beyoncé slapped her again and Ryan groaned, Beyoncé's nails then scraping along her skin. Beyoncé smirked watching her. The pain must've felt really good to her.

Ryan's eyes were pleading for more. More pain, more pleasure, more everything. She was trying desperately to get Beyoncé to change her mind. She wanted Beyoncé to touch her or something. She needed it now. But Beyoncé just silently watched her.

Ryan felt like an animal in heat. She needed something to relieve the pressure. Her hands twitched, wanting to finish it herself. But she saw the look on Beyoncé's face.

Beyoncé wouldn't let her do that. She would probably make her wait even longer. Ryan tried to rub her thighs together, tried to do anything she could to chase that release.

Her panties were getting uncomfortable, her juices going cold against her skin.

"Oh honey, you want it that bad?" Beyoncé taunted as she stared her down.

Ryan tucked her lip and nodded. She did. She needed it actually. Her eyes were hooded over and she breathed through her nose.

Beyoncé took note of how horny she was. Part of her wanted to give in to her desire, to touch her, to please her more than she could even imagine. But the other part of her wanted to punish her.

So she found her toy box and pulled out a vibrator. "See this?" She asked and Ryan nodded, already imagining how it would feel vibrating on her body. "This is the one I used when we were on the phone."

Ryan's eyes lit up then,  looking at back Beyoncé. She could picture her using the toy, wet and shuddering as her long legs shook. Ryan wanted those juices inside of herself, wanted to feel everything Beyoncé felt.

"You want mommy's toy inside of you huh?" Beyonce smirked, noticing her excitement. "You wanna know how mommy plays with herself when she's thinking about you, don't you? How wet you make me, how much it takes for me to start screaming out your name."

"Yes," Ryan breathed out, desperate now.

"Slut," Beyoncé slapped her pussy again, smirking. Ryan felt those nails graze over her clit and she was sure she felt more wetness trickle out of her from the sensation.

Beyoncé, chuckled, the toy still between her fingers. "You look so gorgeous and needy," Beyoncé told her leaning closer to plant a kiss to her temple. Ryan was so open, her brown skin warm against the sheets, her pussy quivering with desire.

Finally, Beyoncé spread her legs open wider with her left hand. A tingle spread through Ryan's body, warmth and anticipation rippling through her. She needed this. Her soft skin warmed to Beyoncé whims.

"Thank you mama," Ryan moaned as she heard the vibrator flick on.

She felt it first on her leg, moving slowly up towards her knee. Then Beyoncé replaced the toy with her tongue licking along the tingly path on her skin.

Ryan was soaking wet now. Any small touch would've felt like a lot. The vibrator rolled up along her inner thigh and she shuddered already feeling the knot in her stomach unfurling. She was so close from barely a touch.

Beyoncé then stroked the toy closer to her centre. "I wanna hear you beg," she said.

Ryan's hips bucked. She wanted to be touched. But she didn't want to beg. Her clit pressed the toy lightly and Beyoncé smirked watching her chase it, watching her arch towards it.

"Is my baby close? Is she going to beg for me?" Beyoncé teased as the vibrator got closer to her body.

"Please mommy," Ryan said, looking up at her. Begging was easier than being without it. She needed it now. "Please."

Beyoncé smirked. "Not good enough honey, tell me what you want."

Ryan swallowed. She needed it. "Put it o-on me... please." She stared into Beyoncé's eyes and saw the sinister beauty. "Please mama, please I'm so close. Please don't stop. I need it so much. Please."

Beyoncé smirked again, her fingers bringing the toy closer once again resting it on Ryan's throbbing clit. "Don't cum yet," she warned.

The younger girl twitched as it touched her, her body almost thrashing from the touch. She'd never felt this much before, having to hold it, her whole body engulfed by the pleasure of it all.

Beyoncé watched her, proud of herself. The younger one could barely handle it. She was falling apart. And Beyoncé could barely handle how attracted she was to her in that moment.

Ripples of pleasure shot through Ryan as she forced herself not to cum yet.

"Fuck Ry," Beyoncé breathed out, her own body tense from how Ryan looked beneath her. A light sheen of sweat had appeared and her legs were moving. She was chasing the toy, chasing the pleasure. She looked so desperate. But so afraid to disappoint Beyoncé.

Ryan shot her eyes towards Beyoncé, wide. They shone as she looked at Beyoncé's hand in between her thighs. "Please mommy," she whispered, achingly. She was so close. "Can I cum please." Her voice was strained from how close she was.

Beyoncé knew how cruel it was to make her wait. She knew Ryan would cum in seconds regardless of what she said.

"Not yet," she raised a brow.

But Ryan's body reacted before she could think. She thrashed, liquid squirting on Beyoncé's fingers as she came all over the toy.'"Oh fuckkk. Fuck mommy it's so much— I couldn't help it fuckkk. I'm sorry."

"Oh honey," Beyoncé shook her head, licking her lips and watching the liquid drip from Ryan's body.

"S-sorry," Ryan shuddered again, body still twitching and moaning, her eyebrows upturned and nerves rolling through her.

"You look so pretty," Beyoncé praised, biting her lip. Ryan shuddered, still dazed with her legs spread wide. "It's a shame you couldn't follow instructions. You just needed to cum huh?"

Ryan took a moment to recover, before she looked up at a fully dressed Beyoncé, her eyes focused on Ryan. "S-sorry mama," Ryan's eyes grew watery.

Beyoncé couldn't deny how much that turned her on. Ryan was so desperate to please her, so disappointed in herself for disobeying. It was adorable.

"I guess that means you have to make mommy cum now."

Ryan looked up, eyes bright, as Beyoncé started to climb on top of her. "Look how excited you are slut, you wanna see how wet you made mommy huh?" Beyoncé groaned. She was so wet, she almost couldn't take it.

She knew her thong was soaked through. She'd probably cum so fast riding Ryan's face. She lowered herself above Ryan's face before the other girl spoke, still begging.

Ryan nodded. "Please mommy can I make you cum? Please I want you to—"

Beyoncé pressed a finger to her lips, hips just above Ryan's neck at this point. Ryan could feel her short skirt fluttering around her skin and bit her lip. God she was so sexy.

"Mama wants to cum all over your face," she spoke as she moved her pussy to meet Ryan's mouth.

Ryan stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes, licking over the lace she had on. She could taste her through it. She wanted to suck the juices from the panties, to lick her up like she'd been dehydrated.

Then Beyoncé's finger came down and swiped her thong to the side. Ryan moaned from the simple pleasure of seeing her bare. Her pussy was so beautiful. She always loved when she got to eat it.

Beyoncé rolled her hips slowly, dragging them over Ryan's open mouth. Ryan could've cum just from that small movement. Beyoncé felt so good in her mouth, those thick hips thrusting over her mouth. Ryan hummed taking her in, letting her tongue swipe over her clit again and again.

And Ryan couldn't get enough of her essence. She licked and sucked as Beyoncé rolled her hips. She tasted so delicious.

"Mmm baby you're so good at this," Beyoncé said reaching down to grab one of her breasts. She gripped as she ground down onto Ryan's mouth again.

"You're gonna make me cum babygirl," her hips kept the same steady pace. "Don't stop honey," she moaned a little louder.

And Ryan wouldn't stop listening. She followed every instruction, not stopping, keeping her own pace, trusting her tongue deeper.

"Just like that honey, God I love when you do this," she moaned rolling her hips faster.

"Mommy's gonna cum all over your face," she moaned out. Ryan kept licking, holding Beyoncé's legs down. She didn't want her running away from this. She wanted to drown in Beyoncé's nectar, she wanted to make her squirt.

"Fuckkkk," she yelled out as Ryan's tongue sank in deeper. "Baby please I'm gonna— fuckkk," she moaned as her body fell apart. She twitched above her, hips moving as Ryan held her down.

"Ryy," she moaned out. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she interrupted herself as another orgasm rippled through her body. "I can't honey," she moaned out as Ryan's tongue continued inside of her pussy. Ryan didn't want to stop. This was her favourite place to be.

"Please h—" she tried as another orgasm swept through her body. Ryan smiled as liquid flowed into her mouth. Then finally she let up, loosening her grip on Beyoncé's thick thighs.

Beyoncé collapsed onto the bed, trying to remember how to breathe properly.

"Shit baby that felt so good," she could still feel the wetness between her thighs as she finally closed them.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on Ryan's open mouth, tasting herself and licking her lips.

"Good morning honey," Beyoncé smirked.

"Morning," Ryan smiled, "what time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and get ready. You've got to shower and eat and then we have to make sure you're properly packed and get something to eat."

Ryan groaned. She didn't want to go. But she got up and got into the shower.

Finally, they both were ready and had eaten and Ryan was packed. But Ryan liked being here with Beyoncé. It already felt like home, and something told her she'd be back soon. It wasn't like before when she had to question everything about their relationship. Now she felt stable. Their relationship felt real.

Sunlight poured in through the open window as they talked, checking she hadn't missed anything, and tried to plan for the upcoming months. Ryan really didn't want to leave her.

"Aw honey you'll be back," Beyoncé said placing her arms around Ryan before they left the house.

"I know but I miss you already. I don't wanna leave you."

"I miss you too pretty girl," Beyonce said leaning back to look in her eyes. "But you have to get that degree. I know how much it means to you."

Ryan shrugged, "I could transfer somewhere closer." She suggested. She'd been thinking it for a while. Maybe she should be closer so they could see each other more often. Sure she liked it there but she could like somewhere new. Or she could do it online like Levi.

"Nope honey you're gonna stay and graduate. I'm not letting you mess this up," Beyoncé said giving her a light kiss.

"I thought you wanted me to stay here," Ryan pouted in her face.

"I do want you to stay..." Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "Can I tell you something?" She asked, her hand travelling through her hair.

"What is it?" Ryan asked. She could tell whatever it was might be controversial.

"The other day when I said we should get married," she tugged her fingers. "It wasn't really about you staying or any of that — not really. Honestly, I admire your commitment to getting educated. It's very sexy." Beyoncé bit her lip. "I'm just scared about what that means for us."

"What do you mean?" Ryan hung on to her words.

Beyoncé scrunched her brows together, her voice raspy as usual. "I mean, I want you to be mine because I worry about if you'll still want me in years to come. Will I still be attractive to you? I'm getting old and things are changing. That's why I said it. I'm really scared you're gonna find someone else and you won't want me anymore."

"Bey..." Ryan said, features softening. The older one was being so vulnerable with her. It was sweet — stupid but sweet. "I love you, and you're beautiful. I'm not gonna suddenly stop wanting you. Have you seen yourself?"

Beyoncé smiled, giving Ryan a once over and taking in her beauty, once again. Ryan was hers. "I hope you're right," Beyoncé kissed her, wrapping Ryan back into a hug. Love was funny like that. Your perspective could change in second. Sometimes all you needed was a little reassurance.

"I am right," Ryan rolled her eyes.

The two spent way too long saying goodbye to each other at the airport. They were acting like Ryan was going off to war. Ryan didn't want to leave and Beyoncé didn't want to let her go. But they both knew it had to happen.

Beyoncé waved, missing her girl already. Hopefully soon Ryan would call her, and let her know she has landed and was home.

Going home to an empty house was such an unfamiliar feeling now. Even Brooke and Levi were out so it was just going to be her all alone. After weeks of getting used to all the noise in the house, now it would just be Beyoncé alone with her thoughts. She could read a book maybe. She had some she'd been meaning to get to.

Beyoncé could see her house now and there was a car parked outside of her home. She frowned getting closer but then she recognised the car.

Shawn.

Her body tightened up, hands clutching the steering wheel. What was he doing here? She had a restraining order. How did he know Brooke wouldn't be home?

She tensed as her mind raced thinking about what would happen next. Her mind replayed that moment in the parking lot, his whiskey scented breath on her skin, how his arms had reached hers, how he'd violated her boundaries. She never wanted to see him again after that.

And yet there he was right outside of her home. Waiting for her.

She felt the oxygen leave her lungs. But her hands remained on the wheel and her foot on the pedal. She didn't even realise she was driving past her home, until she spotted him behind her in the rear view mirror.

Her heart pumped. She didn't know what to do. He was following her now. She couldn't drive forever. She didn't even know where she was going.

She needed a plan. Some way to get away from Shawn, somewhere that she didn't have to think of him. Somewhere that she could get away from him.

She took slow breaths, as the car behind her moved. There was a restraining order. He knew he shouldn't be there. She thought about calling Brooke but Brooke was out shopping and she shouldn't have to worry about her father being a piece of shit when she was having a good time.

And then she thought of Ryan and how glad she was that he had come after she'd left. She didn't know what he would've done if he found them together, but that only made her more afraid.

She could see him in her rear view mirror, that asinine smirk, the way he was leaned back, self-importance radiating from his body. Shawn was once someone she loved so much.

And now she couldn't wait to get away from him. She hated him. She wished they'd never met.

—————-[A/N]Thoughts? Shawn being a dickhead. Any predictions? What do y'all think is gonna happen?

Any other thoughts? Brooke and Levi? Bey and Ryan's morning sex? Ryan's going back to college?

Beys birthdays coming up. Any ideas?

We might be wrapping this up very shortly... 👀 by very shortly I mean next chapter.... 👀 by next chapter I mean next chapter and then an epilogue.