Shades of Sepia

XVI

Onika Tanya Maraj
December 8th
Aspen, Colorado

"Take those pants off," I pushed Beyoncé onto the bed and began to pull my hair back into a ponytail.

The look on her face was priceless.

After having intense conversations with my peers, I wanted to test my dominance. I wanted to know what it felt like to control her the way she controlled me. Even if it was just for tonight.

She wasn't moving fast enough for me. I unbuttoned her pants and yanked her zipper down. I climbed into her lap as I reached into her pants. Her head lolled back and I placed kisses on her neck. I nibbled on her skin before my kisses gradually grew sloppier and I could feel her trying to hold her moans.

"I appreciate you baby," I whispered softly, "I love you," I sat up some and brought both hands to her cheeks, kissing her and transferring her lip gloss.

Her eyes were glazed over, in a daze, amazed by this new side of me. Both of her hands ran to my ass, sliding them under my dress. She gripped handfuls as we kissed, smacking me every time I pulled my lips away.

She just couldn't help trying to control something.

She was full of lust, her eyes lowered down to slits. "Did I tell you to stop kissing me?"

I leaned in and pulled away quickly, "Let me fuck you," I pulled her shirt over her head. She just absolutely hated that I was about to make her submit to me. "You can't tell me no on my birthday," I leaned onto her and she fell back on her elbows.

"This is all you get. Show out."

She did not have to worry about me showing out, and after I did, this would not be my first and last time.

"Take those pants off completely. Your shirt, bra. I want you butt naked when I get back."

She sat up completely as I walked away from her, "Where you going?"

"Stop questioning me and take those damn clothes off."

She looked both insulted and impressed. Whatever feeling she was feeling, she couldn't do anything but let me do anything I wanted.

I undressed in the bathroom, wobbling some as I looked at myself through the mirror. I was warm through my inebriation, happier than I'd ever been on my birthday, more in love than I had ever been in my entire life.

Beyoncé was happy to give in to me. She wanted to. She was completely naked when I met her back in the bedroom, both heads standing up straight.

"Hey baby," She sat up some as I climbed back into her lap.

"Are you happy to see me?"

"So happy to see you," She held onto my waist as she came at me with her tongue, trying to control everything and I let her, until I didn't.

I'd carried cuffs with me from her suitcase, and she was trying her hardest to talk me out of binding her. Losing, but she was trying.

I had my mind made up.

"Come on baby, lay back," I smiled against her pouting lips. I've never seen her like this.

"Be careful."

"You scared?"

She smiled too, "Yeah."

"Lay back. Hands over your head."

She did as she was told, kissing me between my breasts and down to my belly button as I handcuffed her. She licked me as I lowered myself down onto her leaking hardness, staring down into her eyes as they flickered until I was full.