Shades of Sepia

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Onika Tanya Maraj
July 21st
Marbella, Spain

I hate Beyoncé.

How dare she? I wasn't going to allow her to touch me ever again.

We were all the way in Spain to celebrate and the first day she had me here, she'd pissed me clean off. How are we supposed to celebrate and I hate her?

All that and I still woke up with a hand between my thighs, her face burrowed in the crook of my neck. I ignored her completely even though every bone in my body wanted to kick her ass out of this bed until she rolled onto the floor.

She adjusted and wrapped her free arm around my waist to pull me closer, "Good morning."

I ignored her still.

"I see you're still angry with me. That's okay. I don't care if you say nothing, as long as you speak to me correctly."

Good because I didn't plan on saying shit to her. I was pissed.

"The sooner you stop all that crying over something you brought onto yourself, the sooner we can celebrate all your hard work. I took it easy on you. I didn't hit you or bind you or even gag you. Quit crying."

I rolled my eyes.

"Just watch what you say."

"My mama told me not to say anything if I don't have anything nice to say."

"All you have are bad things to say?" She pulled me in until there was no longer space between the two of us, brought me so close that it hurt to pull away. "Come on babe. That was yesterday. You gotta know I'm not letting you slide, but it's corrective discipline. Most importantly, it's over. Let's enjoy ourselves. Can we do that please?"

She was practically begging me to let it go, all so she could ride my coattails again. I've always loved that from the very beginning. My dad told me never to want someone more than they wanted you, but he never warned me about this.

I had no problem being nearly owned my Beyoncé. Her thirst for me made me gravitate to her, and she gave me everything I wanted. All I had to do was ask, and listen, and watch my mouth. That alone was difficult but I'd like to think that's why she was drawn to me.

She rolled me over onto my stomach and pushed my hair aside, kissing me softly on my ear, "Lift up and let me apologize baby."

"I thought you weren't sorry."

I heard metal before I heard her voice again, "You still haven't learned your lesson about giving me lip? Lift up and give me those wrists."

"You think I'm going to let you handcuff me and disguise it-"

"Goddamn I can't even be nice to you," She flipped me onto my stomach completely and yanked me up until I positioned up on my knees. She was forced right behind me, prohibiting me from moving, gripping my wrists and cuffing them together.

It all happened way too fast and she was stronger than I realized. I looked back at her and tried to snatch my wrists out of the cuffs. There was nothing I could do or say to get me out of this, and the look on her face changed my mind completely. I relaxed into the bed, arching my back to give her a better angle, tensing as she slapped me hard on my ass.

"I wanted to apologize. I tried, but you always fuck it up," She slapped me again, biting her lip as she watched my skin grow more and more red with every hard slap.

She told me punishment wasn't her favorite element of all this, but that gleam in her eyes told me otherwise. She took her slaps to the other cheek and tossed the key to the handcuffs out of the bed.