Part 4

Once again Ryan found herself in the lobby of Beyoncé's hotel. They'd been texting and finally agreed for Ryan to come over after class on Friday night. She'd given an excuse about going home for the weekend so her roommates hadn't questioned her much when she left with a small bag.

She made the familiar journey taking the elevator to the fourth floor. The entire ride she thought about Beyoncé. It wasn't just that she was horny. She liked being around her too. Beyoncé made her feel good in more ways than just one.

She knocked.

"Come in, it's open" came that voice that made her thoughts jumble, whenever she heard that soothing timbre with that gorgeous southern accent.

Ryan entered to see her dressed in a white robe, with a glass of whiskey in her hand. She looked phenomenal, so sexy... a little distracted, eyes focused solely on the paper in her hand.

Ryan closed the door, taking the latch off as she waited for Beyoncé to finish what she was doing. She took her jacket off and placed her bag down moving further into the room.

"Sorry I just have to go over this, it's for all the consent—" Beyoncé finally looked up to see Ryan moving towards her. "You look amazing honey," she breathed looking her up and down.

Ryan smiled instantly. She hadn't done much but she had made an effort. She'd made an effort every time she saw Beyoncé. And it would always be worth it to be looked at like that. "So do you," she grinned.

Beyoncé bit her lip. "Come sit, I just have to finish reading this. Do you want a drink?" She gestured to the bottle and extra glass on the table beside her.

Ryan shook her head, taking a seat beside her in front of the window that looked out on the sprawling city. She slipped the glass from Beyoncé's hand and quietly took a sip of her drink. She wasn't a whiskey fan but it definitely tasted better from Beyoncé's glass. Everything tasted better from her.

Beyoncé continued reading, trying not to get distracted by the girl who nestled into her looking at the paper in her hand. It looked like some kind of legal document. There were lines drawn through some sentences with the letters BK written in pen beside them.

Ryan planted a kiss on her arm. She just wanted to touch her and have her lips on her. She was content to stay there just like that, wrapped up in Beyoncé's orbit. Beyoncé warmed into the touch but didn't move much. She was so focused on her work. She wanted this out of the way as soon as possible.

Ryan's lips still hadn't quite left her skin, and she found her mouth opening and teeth gently biting down. Ryan just nibbled the skin on Beyoncé's arm into her mouth. It wasn't supposed to be painful or sexy or anything. She just wanted to put her mouth on the woman.

Beyoncé glanced over at her, but mostly ignored the feeling, finally reaching the end of the document.

After a few more moments, Beyoncé grabbed a pen and signed her name on the paper in cursive. Ryan raised a brow seeing Beyoncé's full name written out at the end of the document. Giselle was her middle name? It suited her, it was pretty.

Then Beyoncé took a picture and sent an email before turning off her phone for the evening. It was the weekend and she didn't like distractions, especially not on this particular weekend.

"You're a biter," Beyoncé chuckled watching Ryan respond shyly. She was so adorable, Beyoncé couldn't help admiring her beauty. "Sorry about all that by the way, I had to make some adjustments and they didn't approve it until just before you got here."

"That's fine," Ryan had actually been enjoying sitting with her in the silence. There was something so relaxing about Beyoncé's presence, she could be around her doing nothing easily.

"Would you like a drink? Or something to eat or anything?" Beyoncé asked trying to make sure she was comfortable.

"I just wanna be with you," Ryan responded honestly.

Beyoncé warmed at the simple confession. "I can make that happen," Beyoncé said pulling Ryan over from beside her and onto her lap. "God you're so pretty," Beyoncé said swiping some hair from her face.

Ryan giggled a little letting the older woman pull her close. Her knees were on either side of Beyoncé's as the older one pressed her lips into her. The kiss was hungry and yet still relaxed, as they both dissolved into the other's mouth.

Beyoncé's tongue came out to lick over her lips. Then she found herself pulling Ryan's lips between hers. She sucked against her bottom lip then kissed her again. And Ryan went along with it, easily melting into her.

Hands wrapped around her and Ryan was being undressed again. This time Ryan let her take it off, she wasn't needy but she needed this. Beyoncé was just impossible to resist.

Beyoncé's lips attached to her breast causing Ryan to whimper slightly. She hadn't touched her there before, she realised, looking down at Beyoncé's mouth wrapped around her nipple. She was so beautiful.

"Mmmm," Ryan moaned as Beyoncé licked gently, her tongue flicking over the nipple repeatedly and something told Ryan she was holding back. Something told her that Beyoncé was being gentle on purpose.

"Oh honey, those are so perfect. Can I take off the rest of your clothes?" Beyoncé asked, looking up at Ryan from her position.

Ryan nodded. She could've sworn she saw Beyoncé's eyelashes flutter at her. In that moment she knew Beyoncé was about to destroy her and in that moment she needed to be destroyed by her.

She stood up and Beyoncé crouched to take off Ryan's shoes, undoing the straps and slipping them from her feet. From her position on the floor, she then reached up to Ryan's jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them slowly down her legs, her breath hitching as more of Ryan's body was revealed.

Ryan was left in only a plain black pair of cotton panties which Beyoncé thought were sexy and adorable. Her eyes traced over Ryan's body. She had a birth mark which caught Beyoncé's eye — the brown skin slightly redder there than the rest of the skin on her body.

"Can I take these little panties off too?" She asked already hooking her fingers into the waistband.

Ryan nodded gulping. This whole thing felt so intimate like she was on display for her. And for some reason she loved the way that Beyoncé looked at her. It made her feel wanted, special. Like she was sexy.

Beyoncé paused, still not moving from her legs. She raised a brow. She wanted more than a nod. "Say "yes mama you can take them off"" she requested with a smirk, eyes trailing over Ryan again.

Ryan groaned. She could feel her wetness already seeping out of her. Yes mama you can do whatever you want with me. "Y-yes," she breathed. It was hard to say full sentences when Beyoncé watched her like that. "P-please," she added unable and struggling to speak properly.

Beyoncé bit her lip complying easily and peeling the soft cotton off of her body. "My pretty girl," she breathed taking her in. She wanted Ryan. No she needed her now. She stood up and stepped forward so Ryan stepped back.

Beyoncé looked her over, noticing her nerves. The younger woman was so pretty, the way the eyes would dart about whenever Beyoncé got close, as if she was checking for anyone watching. As if she was afraid to be seen.

"Bend over the bed for me honey. Will you let me try something?"

Ryan did as told, her upper body sinking into the sheet underneath her. A breeze whipped over her body and she whimpered in response to the feeling. She thought maybe she knew where this was going and as nervous as she felt, she was also excited.

Beyoncé placed a hand along her back stroking down until she finally reached her ass. She didn't touch anywhere else but she let her hands linger on Ryan's ass. And she saw how between Ryan's legs was glistening. It was so damn sexy, how wet she got.

"Remember? I was supposed to punish you baby," Beyoncé said, her voice husky and dripping with lust. She eyed Ryan carefully who lay there with her ass up in the air.

Ryan looked back feeling Beyoncé jiggle her ass with her hands. A rush of wetness hit the sheets seeing the way Beyoncé looked at her. It was intense as if this woman couldn't turn away. And the way Beyoncé touched her sent fireworks through her body. She felt so weak in this position, so controlled by Beyoncé's desires.

"Oh Ryan," Beyoncé moaned admiring how wet she was between her thighs. "Can mama punish you? Will you let me do that please honey?" Beyoncé asked still running a hand up and down over her ass.

"Y-yes" Ryan said stuffing her face back into the sheets. She should've felt ashamed, shouldn't have wanted her to do this. But all she really felt was anticipation.

"Let me know if it's too much okay?" she said as she raised a hand. Ryan nodded and Beyoncé brought her hand down on Ryan's ass, firm but not hard enough to be painful.

Ryan let out a small sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hiss. Her body rocked and Beyoncé bit down on her lip. She hadn't expected that to turn her on so much. She was looking at Ryan like she was prey, eager and yearning for more of what she had to offer.

The next time, she spanked her harder causing Ryan to release a real moan. That was like music to Beyoncé's ears and she spanked her again and Ryan moaned, her hips rolling.

Ryan had been spanked before but this was different. She didn't even know how much she'd like it until it happened and now she wanted more. This was such a turn on for her.

"Mmm," she moaned and then Beyoncé did it again causing her hips to rock into the bed. Her nipples brushed the sheets causing sparks of pleasure to fly. "Ohhh," her moan was deeper.

Beyoncé smirked from above her,"oh you like it when mama punishes you?" Her eyes scanned over her body again, seeing her brown skin pressed against the white sheets.

Ryan moaned again looking back to catch her eyes. She could feel the juices leaking from her thighs as Beyoncé brought her hand down again. This time was harder, Ryan hissed from the pain and moaned a little louder.

"Answer me baby"

"Y-Yes I like it," Ryan moaned as Beyoncé spanked her again. The sound of flesh meeting filled the air as Ryan rocked her hips a little more.

Beyoncé spanked her again. This time harder and she rocked her hips, clit brushing against the bedsheets and her eyes rolled back slowly. This was the sexiest thing she'd ever experienced. And Beyoncé felt the same about watching her.

"Baby, you're doing such a good job for me," Beyoncé encouraged as she brought her hand down again. "I'm gonna have to punish you more often," Beyoncé bit down on her lip. Her eyes were low and focused only on Ryan's ass which was developing a small red tint with each smack.

"Please," Ryan whispered and Beyoncé listened to her to speak. She was lost now in the moment, blinded by lust and yearning. Ryan was rubbing against the sheets. "Please punish me more." She begged.

Beyoncé's eyes darkened now bringing her hand down again. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Until Ryan was crying out in pain, her body rocking into the bed.

"I'm gonna cum," Ryan confessed, her clit swollen, and juices sliding down her thighs. Beyoncé was so turned on by her. The reactions were something she couldn't have dreamt up.

She slapped her again and Ryan's body twitched against the bedsheets, gripping onto them as she moaned loudly. "Fuck fuck fuck—"

Beyoncé groaned at the sight. She didn't know how good that would feel. How powerful it would make her feel. Then quickly she was on the floor, head between Ryan's thighs, licking her up as Ryan panted and screamed from the pleasure. Beyoncé licked all the way from her clit to her asshole, swirling her tongue around as Ryan rocked her hips into her.

"Please ohhhh" Ryan was still moaning. This was an orgasm she'd never even dreamed of. It was like it just wouldn't stop. Beyoncé had her tongue was between her thighs like she just couldn't get enough.

"N-n- oh my god," another orgasm hit her slamming through her body like a freight train. Beyoncé continued to lick her up, helping her through the aftershocks, tempted to see just how much she could take.

"Please stop, oh god. Oh my god," Ryan moaned and Beyoncé gently pulled away, planting a kiss before she left her inner thighs.

Ryans body crumpled as she collapsed onto the bed and for a moment Beyoncé didn't know what to do. She'd never done that before either but fuck it was sexy. Ryan's soft moans and her reactions to the pain were such a huge turn on.

She looked at Ryan whose eyes had fluttered shut as she breathed audibly. She looked so worn out and tired like her body couldn't take anymore if she tried. Then Ryan's breathing abruptly stopped almost as if she was sleeping but slower.

The blonde woman frowned. She'd never seen that happen before. Ryan looked so exhausted, and so precious.

She got up and ran a bath for Ryan, hoping to snap her out of whatever daze this was. She replaced the faint smell of bleach from her earlier cleaning with the scent of ocean salts and body wash as the bathtub filled up. She needed Ryan to be okay and she clearly wasn't.

"Honey?" She nudged Ryan gently, who didn't move. Then she did it again and the younger one groaned in response, not wanting to move from her position on the bed. "Come on baby, I ran you a bath," she coed practically lifting her up and putting her into the water.

Ryan hummed as her body hit the water, confused yet thankful for the small pleasure of water on her skin. It was so warm like a hug. Her head lulled back as Beyoncé watched her from her position opposite the bathtub.

Finally, her eyes opened and landed on Beyoncé who was sat on the floor still watching her intently. Her brows twitched before Beyoncé rushed to speak. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought—"

Ryan's mouth opened to speak but no sound came out so she tried again. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse as she looked Beyoncé in the eyes. "It felt good. Felt so good," she spoke, her muscles melting into the bath. It was like she'd been on a high somewhere, and was floating gently back to earth.

Beyoncé still looked worried however. She truly hadn't meant to go that far. "Still, I really didn't mean to hurt you." She repeated as if afraid.

"Please..." Ryan reached out a hand over the tub. Beyoncé took her hand and the younger one spoke. "Don't feel bad, that was... amazing." She breathed as she took in the dullness of the bathroom. Beyoncé was the only light she wanted to look at.

"Are you sure?" Beyoncé asked scanning her face for signs of a lie.

Ryan nodded, "it just took all of my energy." She giggled a half apology for not returning the favour.

Beyoncé, however, jumped straight into a solution, finding the hotel phone to order room service. She got them a fruit platter as well as some Cajun chicken. It seemed like the sensible option rather than some adventurous food spread that neither of them would eat.

When Ryan got out of the bath, the food had arrived and Beyoncé was already halfway through her meal. She didn't bother putting clothes on, just stayed wrapped in the towel as she saw the spread of food.

"How are you feeling honey?" Beyoncé asked in between bites. In the time Ryan had been in the bath, she'd grabbed her laptop to look up spanking and aftercare. She needed to know if this was normal and how to handle it.

"I'm okay," Ryan said, feeling a little better. She noticed Beyoncé had her glasses on again and smiled to herself. She'd have to ask about her eyesight one day. But for now, she had another focus. "Do you have any lotion?"

Beyoncé nodded and licked the seasoning from her fingers before getting up to grab the bottle of lotion. Then she changed her mind and washed her hands, telling Ryan to lay down on the bed.

Ryan frowned but she did as told and let Beyoncé take over. The older woman squirted some lotion into her hands. Then she rubbed her hands together, heating it between them before she pressed into Ryan's skin.

Ryan couldn't believe how good it felt. She groaned as Beyoncé pressed her hands into her body. It felt like a massage as her hands pressed into her flesh. Beyoncé went back and forth over her body, making sure no inch of her skin was missed.

"Are you hungry, Ry?" Beyoncé asked after planting even more kisses on her skin to follow the lotion.

Ryan shook her head but Beyoncé didn't care. She pulled one of the grapes from the platter and popped it into Ryan's mouth. She chewed and then asked for more. She had no idea that she was actually hungry until she had some food in her.

Beyoncé sat her up getting her a plate and Ryan ate dutifully, her mind still elsewhere. She must've been tired because she ate the food like it was about to run away.

Beyoncé thought it was endearing and took a mental picture of the young woman, who now had a piece of chicken between her teeth. Ryan looked so pretty like that, focused on her meal chewing and swallowing. Still slightly dazed.

When she was finally done eating, Beyoncé cleared away the food and they both got into bed. It was late and they were both worn out from the days activities.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?" Beyoncé asked, propping herself up on her elbow as she looked at Ryan wrapped up in the duvet.

Ryan nodded. She felt perfect in that moment, as if there were never any problems in the world. Beyoncé was like an angel lying beside her, illuminated by the bedside light behind her.

But Beyoncé was still afraid she'd done something wrong.

"Stop looking at me like that," Ryan said causing her to blink.

"Like what?"

"Like you broke me."

Beyoncé's lips parted and Ryan thought she looked so cute. The brown of her eyes really shone through as she watched her trying to come up with an excuse.

"I-I'm not," Beyoncé's mouth went dry. It was as if their age difference faded away and Beyoncé was the young one with no idea of anything.

"You are but I'm fine, look" she beamed at Beyoncé. "Still have all my fingers and toes"

"Let me see," Beyoncé said tugging her hand closer and pressing it between her own. "Hmm," she breathed softly eyeing the younger girl. "You're so pretty, do you know that?"

Ryan blushed looking away.

"You are, let me see that face," Beyoncé smiled using her hand to turn Ryan to face her.

Ryan looked up at her. "So are you," she breathed the words simply, suddenly getting the urge to take that robe off of Beyoncé and to see her naked again.

"Hm?" Beyoncé looked at her wondering what was on her mind.

"Nothing..." Ryan tucked her lips between her teeth. She was suddenly horny again and wanted to finish what they'd started earlier. It hit her so suddenly she didn't even realise she was still horny.

"It's not nothing. What's up?"

"It's just that..." she looked up at Beyoncé's expectant eyes. "I'm the only one naked..." she paused dropping her eyes.

"Oh, do you want me to take this off?" Beyoncé asked, a hint of something in her voice. She was teasing her now. She had an idea of where Ryan's thoughts were going.

"Please," Ryan breathed and Beyoncé could sense the desire in her voice. This wasn't just about the robe.

"Okay honey," Beyoncé sat up with the robe wrapped around her body and began to untie it. "I'll take this off just for you." She said slowly peeling the robe off of her skin.

——————————[A/N]Thoughts? They had a moment or two.

Side note: I could not write this without making sure yall knew the bathroom was clean 😭 hotel bathrooms scare tf out of me idk idk