Obsession

10

"Please dont go" Nicki gripped Beyoncé's arm as she woke up from her deep slumber. Her dream had been heavy and all consuming, making her clutch Beyoncé through the night. Beyoncé frowned looking down at the younger girl. She was already dressed and almost ready to go to rehearsals and now Nicki was asking her to stay.

"Um.. Nicki" Beyoncé spoke slowly, trying to remind Nicki of where she was. She was clearly just waking up, and probably didn't know what was happening.

Recognising the voice, Nicki sharply jolted herself awake. That was Beyoncé. Her eyes widened and she loosened her grip on Beyoncé's arm as she forced herself awake. "Oh sh- shit sorry" Nicki dropped her arm and her cheeks grew flush as she realised what she had just done.

"It's okay," Beyoncé shrugged and made a start on her ponytail. "Last night was kind of intense" Beyoncé spoke, biting the inside of her bottom lip. Her morning routine, had replaced any smells that might have lingered from the night before. The room now carried the light scent of oud and shea butter, which Nicki now associated with the singer. She took in the sight of Beyoncé slowly as she began to properly open her eyes. The woman stood in front of the mirror wearing an all black t-shirt matched with some plain black sweatpants. Even like that, she looked phenomenal to Nicki.

Nicki nodded, rubbing her eyes to force herself to wake up. Intense was definitely one way to describe it. The tension was still thick and cloying in the room, as they each remembered the heated night they'd shared. Nicki remembering how Beyoncé's body had been the warmth she needed at that moment; the wetness of her tongue licking away her pain and the thrust of her body fucking away her problems. Beyoncé had shaped her, such that she imagined Beyoncé was now hers, their bodies were one.

Beyoncé had a busy day ahead and was almost ready to leave when Nicki stood up, throwing the bed covers off of her body. She was still naked but without a care, as she moved towards the window cracking open the curtain. If Beyoncé didn't have to be in rehearsals soon, she would've taken the day off right then and there. She swallowed, watching Nicki look out of the window, her ass on full display along with those short and shapely legs. She found herself yearning for the small of Nickis back and contemplating how important it was to perform the "big three." Surely, she could perform better if she wasn't horny. All she really wanted was to spend hours learning how best to please Nicki, and making the younger woman scream out for her.

Nicki scanned the glimmer of lights from the city beneath them, watching the movement of the traffic below the penthouse suite. The sun was high in the sky at this time, illuminated from behind the clouds. It reminded her of the world outside of this bubble she shared with Beyoncé - the world where she knew that her closest friends were mad at her, the reason she hadn't checked her phone upon waking. She had abandoned them to be there with Beyoncé. She thought of all of the effort she'd exhausted to bring herself closer to Beyoncé.

A flood of guilt washed over Nicki. She knew that this bubble couldn't last forever. But, she also knew this bubble had made her feel safe. She was happy, feeling Beyoncé's eyes trail over her body. Beyoncé was so kind to touch her the way she had — passionately, intensely, showing Nicki new heights of pleasure. She had turned Nicki into the perfect submissive. She couldn't breathe without thinking of Beyoncé, couldn't touch herself without thoughts of her. It was safe inside this bubble. There was only Beyoncé, who had never truly hurt her.

Beyoncé finished brushing her hair and placed the brush back into the drawer as her eyes scanned the room. She had a million and one things running through her mind, but she knew that she had to stay focused on work. She knew how much people went through to get to concerts, she couldn't disrespect that by not being ready. It was her job, just like any other job. She couldn't afford to be distracted.