Hours seemed to have passed since I signed my own death certificate. When I awoke the smell of blood and danger was in the air. I blinked my eyes open trying to figure out why darkness was all I could see. Fabric could be felt across my eyelids and against my wrists, restraining me from seeing or moving. And as panic formed in my chest, I felt the soft caress of a hand down my chest.
"I should've resisted you. I should've left you in that alley." Beyoncé's voice was like liquid smoke. It filled my lungs, breathing some type of life back into me.
"Why am I restrained?"
My words hung in the air for a long moment as I felt the softness of the fabric rub against my flesh. The silence caused a shudder to run down my spine as each second in between her responding ticked away.
"I... I... I told you I would do whatever you wanted."
I stumbled over my words trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Her darkness surrounded me, waking parts of my body that hadn't been awakened in years.
"We had an agreement, and now you must pay..."
I knew what she meant, she wanted my body and no matter how much I told myself I wouldn't feel anything from her touch, I knew that it was all a lie. That my body craved her touch more than it ever had anyone, so I gave in easily.
"Take what you want,"
I told her, my voice not my own. Her footsteps echoed off the wood floor, and I couldn't tell if she was walking towards me or away. All I knew was that I didn't want her to leave yet.
"Oh sweet, Nicki." She laughed gruffly. "I won't be taking what I want. That's not how I work." I blinked behind the blindfold, unsure of how I felt about what she had just said. "Every second that I possess your body, will be a second that you enjoy. I won't take what I want, but I will give you what you need, what you desire..."
Hot breath hit my ear, and I shuddered. My core grew wet with desires for a ruthless woman, a woman that had wrapped her hand around my throat and sent me into an unconscious state more than once.
My breath hitched in my chest as I felt her hand glide over my throat and down, stopping between my breasts. Unable to conceal what she was doing to my body, my heart pounded in my chest.
"I... can't..." The words wouldn't come out. I just knew that I couldn't let anything happen between us, anything that would cause me to self-destruct.
"Shhh..." Beyoncé's lips settled onto my own, the harsh, firmness of them taking me back to that night in the alley where she turned my world upside down. "You can, and you will," she whispered softly, and then it was as if the woman I had previously met vanished. It was as if a mask had been lifted and thrown to the floor.
I could do nothing to stop her from ravishing me; from destroying me from the inside out. Her teeth nipped at my bottom lip, forcing me to open up to her. Her hands roamed my body roughly, as if she was searching for a hidden treasure.
"I want to touch you." I whispered.
I didn't even recognize my own voice. Nothing in that moment mattered more than feeling her body against mine. If I was going to die, then this would be the perfect way to go out.
Leaving one hand against my hip, she took her other one and untied my hands from the bed railing. Without hesitation I gripped her hair pulling her closer to me.
Closer. I need her closer.
"It's nothing more than an agreement."
Beyoncé's words were soft, as she gripped my hips in her hands. I couldn't see the look on her face because of the blindfold but I knew if I could, that she would look different, less dark, less cold. I knew there was no going back after this.
Taking a deep breath, I lurched forward putting every single emotion I could into that one single kiss. My fingers combed through her hair, and my lips ground against hers as she deepened the kiss, pushing off that last rock we were sitting precariously upon.
Beyoncé's hands weaved underneath me, and in a flash I was sitting on her very naked lap. A gasp wanted to escape me, but she refused to let it, taking the moment to ravish me once again.
"Your mind, your body, and your soul are mine for one singular night."
Her words slipped out as she cascaded kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I took the chance to pull the blindfold off and get one last look at her, and as I did I was shown just how much she was exposing herself.
Beyoncé gave me a sexy smile before pulling my tank top off. My cheeks grew red as I realized I hadn't put a bra on.
"So full and firm.." she whispered, pulling my nipple into her mouth as her other hand gripped my breast.
I tried not to blush knowing that I had done far worse things than what she was currently doing to me. Pleasure filled my veins, and my blood soared as my emotions started to spiral out of control.
Never had someone brought me to my knees so easily. Beyoncé was my weakness and would ultimately be my death. I knew it, and I was sure that she knew it by now as well. With a loud pop she released my nipple from her mouth and with it went every ounce of pleasure.
Regret started to form deep inside of me, but before I could even say a single word Beyoncé was stripping me completely bare. My sleep pants, along with my panties were thrown to the grown. I was exposed to this woman, this woman that I wanted to care for, but at the same time didn't know if I could trust.
"When you were with him did he make you come, Nicki?" A shiver ran down my spine for more than one reason.
How did she know about him, and why did she care if he gave me pleasure or not? I held still, my heartbeat rising with every passing second as she watched me closely. Her eyes roamed my body, promising me things that I knew could never be true.
"No" I said without further thoughts. I didn't want to lie to Beyoncé. The only person whom brought pleasure to me was myself.
Her lips lifted in a dark smile, her hand lifting to trace the contours of my face. She watched me, looking for some type of emotion in my features, whatever it was she was looking for though, she wasn't getting. Not from me.
"Well, I'm going to bring you to the brink of exhaustion tonight. I'll push you to the boundary between pleasure and pain, and then..." Her face came down to my ear. Her teeth nipped at my skin, and goosebumps swarmed me. She was like a hot knife through butter. Smooth. And she melted me straight to the core. "I'll do it all over again," she finished.
My body shook with her words, the thought of what she could do to me taking over in my mind. Seconds passed where we stared at one another and then she was on me, possessing me in a way she hadn't before. Her hands were in my hair and down my back. I could finally feel every inch of her. Her cock was pressed firmly against my core, causing a shiver to travel down my spine.
"Don't be shy. She's ready for you." Beyoncé's voice was velvet.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and gripped her firmly in my hand. She was large, her head swollen with just a small amount of pre-cum on it. I wanted to lick it away and see if she would mewl in the darkness for more.
At the thought, my pussy clenched with a need like never before. Beyoncé must've saw it in my eyes, because in a moment I was pushed to my back, my legs spread, while her hot breath fanned against my entrance.
"I want you to know that your pussy is beautiful."
Beyoncé's lips fell against my inner thigh, and a sigh almost escaped me. Never had my ex fiancé, gone down on me. He considered it disgusting. Now here I was about to experience it for the first time with a woman I barely knew. My stomach flip-flopped as Beyoncé's thin digit entered me. This would be the first time since...
"When I tell you to take my cock, you take it." Spit clung to my face as he pressed me further down onto his cock. My throat burned and my eyes began to water, but I knew if I didn't do this, something worse could happen.
"Nicki..." Beyoncé said my name with more concern than needed, and as soon as my eyes popped open I knew why. I had a flashback, to events from the past with a man not even worth mentioning.
"I want you," I begged, knowing she would stop if I told her where I just went. That I had climbed back into my own mind, clinging to the darkness of my past.
She watched me with caution before slowly entering me with her finger again. My pussy clenched around her without thought, and my nails dug into her back. I could feel the tingly sensation building deep inside of me as she worked herself in and out, adding another finger slowly.
"As you come I want you to think of me, and the next time you play with yourself I want you to picture riding my face."
My senses were starting to shut down, but I still caught what she said as she removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue.
"Whattt... Ahhhh... Fuck..."
I couldn't even get the why out to her question because every nerve on my body was on edge. My toes curled as her tongue swirled around my clit. One second she was entering me with it and the next she was licking and sucking in a manner that reminded me of eating ice cream. My legs shook as a wave of pleasure hit me.
" Shiiiiit...B-Beyoncé! "
Everything felt hotter as my body went into overdrive. Her hands gripped my hips firmly holding me in place as she licked every drop that dripped from me. I gripped the sheets with all my might, praying she would stop, praying she'd never stop at the same time.
"Say my name, Nicki. Purr it. Scream it. Because I won't stop until you can't grip these bed sheets any longer."
My head shot up as a scream escaped me. I was coming, and it was nothing like I had ever been able to do for myself. Beyoncé's fingers nails dug deeper into my ass, keeping my pussy in line with her face as she lapped at me, skimming between my folds with her nose and tongue.
By the time she was finished, my legs were jelly and I was spent. Never in my life had I come this hard before, but this woman, this devilishly, evil woman named Beyoncé had proven me wrong.
"I don't think I can take much more," I moaned into the pillow against my face. I was sweaty and thoroughly worked over, and my lady bits had never been so on fire. Beyoncé had shown me something no one ever had, and I would cherish that no matter what.
"Oh, there is much, much, much more where that came from."
She laughed, gripping her cock in her hand as she nudged me over onto my belly. I turned my face out, so I could look at her over my shoulder, and the sight I caught was one I will never forget.
There was a look of longing in her beautiful hazel eyes. She traced a line down my curved spine, and I fell into her touch so easily, wanting more of it as soon as her finger left me. Then just like clouds after a storm the look was gone.
Our eyes met over my shoulder as I watched her grab a condom and slide it on. My lips watered, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I felt her press against my entrance.
"Do you want it hard?" Her hand lifted into my dark brown hair, pulling my head back causing my scalp to burn. "Or soft?" I could feel her lips at the base of my neck. I didn't know what I wanted. I just knew I wanted her, however I could have her.
"I don't care how it happens, I just want you."
With a deep growl of approval, or maybe it was something else, she entered me hard. I was pushed forward, my face resting firmly on the pillow with my ass in the air as she pounded into me. Each glide of her cock forced her balls to smack against my clit.
"Ahhh..."
I couldn't keep the moan of pleasure in any longer. My fingers gripped the pillow beneath me tightly, and as I felt the distinct build of an orgasm forming I wondered if it could get much better than this.
"Do you want to cum? I can feel that sweet pussy clenching like a vice every time I slide in. Just like this..." She slid in as far as she could go, smacking my g-spot right in the face with her dick.
"Please..." I pleaded with her.
The pleasure was almost pain as it continued to build. My toes curled, and my bones felt as if they were melting, but she refused to let up. Instead she pulled out, only to slide in as slow as she could, causing every single hair on my body to stand on end.
"Beg for it," she grunted. Beyoncé's voice was deeper and darker than usual telling me she too was close to the edge.
"I want to cum. Let me cum. Please..." I gasped as she grinded herself against me. My body tightened and I could feel the moment she allowed me to cum, because it was the same moment she also allowed herself, too.
With three more hard slams into me, we were both panting one another's names as we rode out our orgasms.
I had never felt so connected, yet disconnected to someone...