"The love that you get from being spanked in front of others is cute"
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Texas
May 20th, 2018
10 am
Studio
The orgasms from Beyoncé were always powerful...but somehow the knowledge that it was being caused by Beyoncé despite the fact that she was nowhere near her...that was what eventually caused her vision to whiten suddenly, her orgasm coursing through her, ripping her apart...rendering her immobile.
Rihanna gasped as Nicki's phone slipped out of her hand onto the floor and the girl completely came apart in front of her.
There was no denying how magnificent she appeared, calling out Beyoncé's name and lost in the throes of how amazing the feeling was, the way her clit was swollen and being teased against the relentless pace of the lacy vibrating fabric.
All Rihanna could do was watch in awe. After a minute, Nicki finally slumped against the railing, panting heavily.
Little mewls passed through her lips as she attempted to put her body at ease so that she could properly descend from the high that she had been on. She barely registered the plug shifting in her behind.
But as the feeling caught her by surprise, she realized that her body was over-sensitized. She could hear everything. Her pulse beating in her eardrums, the music still pounding behind her.
She could feel everything, her body's slight tremble, her eyelids glazing over at the feeling of content that her body had settled into. And then that's when she realized... The vibrations had completely stopped. Bey had completely stopped.
Oh no.
Panic at the thought of what she had actually done, suddenly rose inside of nicki and she slowly turned her head to Rihanna , who had picked up her phone and was holding it out to her with one eyebrow quirked up and a knowing smirk on her face.
"She hung up."
She said with a soft laugh, and Nicki took the phone gently, moving to stand on shaking legs, a distinct feeling of wetness dripping down her thighs, as she braced her hand against the barre.
Nicki averted Rihanna's eyes, her heart beating fast and her hand clutching the phone tightly. "Onika." Shivers slipped down Onika's spine, a particular hum settling into the pit of Nicki's stomach at the sound of the voice.
The tone was firm and controlled; a tone that could stroke up the same fire inside of her that was just beginning to diminish.
The tone that could bring her to her knees in such a way that would leave her breathless with anticipation, make her yearn for the response despite no matter what the outcome could be.
Nicki snapped her head up to see Bey walking through the front door of Rihanna's studio, her fiery gold embers filled with hunger.
There seemed to be no disappointment hidden beneath them, but Nicki's knew that she was in for it. Moving slowly towards Bey who was already advancing across the room towards her, Nicki held her hands up in surrender, her eyes pleading.
"Beyonc I-I'm sor-" Bey slapped one hand over Nicki's mouth roughly, reaching behind Nicki to thread her fingers through her hair tightly, yanking backwards and forcing Nicki's wide eyes onto her.
It was then that Nicki could see the control behind Beyoncé's pupils. The very thing that made her dominant, made her who she was...the thing that Nicki craved.
"Who do you think you are baby girl? Hmm?" Beyoncé growled, tightening her fingers around I just her hair, her eyes darting back and forth between Nicki's eyes. She could see the hint of excitement and nervousness, glaring back at her.
