Shades of Sepia

XXII

Onika Tanya Maraj
February 14th
Aspen, Colorado

Beyoncé kissed me on my shoulder and locked the door behind us. I rubbed my raw wrists, hoping and praying that everybody was gone so that they wouldn't see me. I wasn't embarrassed, but I was damn sure bruised up.

She had me all tied up in that room, taking Rope Bunny to a new level. First, she had my arms between my thighs while I laid on my face, my wrists tied together and my ass in the air. She yanked the rope to each of my ankles and she tied me up so tight that I couldn't even wiggle around. Then she tied me to every post on the bed at the bottom before she tied me to the top, locking me down with my legs up.

I was flushed, all red in the face like I was born Beyoncé's complexion.

She walked behind me, one hand on my waist and the other leading my way, pushing everybody in my way, out of my way. She lead me to her table, keeping me close.

"Wish we could've conversed a little longer y'all, but we're about to head out."

Diana started when she stepped to the side, "Zip up your pants sweetie."

"My bad," She stepped back behind me and I heard her zipper.

"I would tell you not to be a stranger, but I'm sure this lovely lady will make sure of that," Diana said. I couldn't flush any redder than I already was.

I'd never seen Amber and Layla outside of the low, florescent lights of the club. I felt like I was living in an alternate reality. Their parents were here. Siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles, the whole nine.

I never expected this to be so beautiful. If I was being truthful, I'd never actually been to a wedding. The venue and the amount of people that were here was so large that I hadn't seen either of the brides yet.

I clung to Beyoncé's arm, focusing on the beautiful decorations, in awe.

"You'd think Amber was an interior designer or something," I mumbled to myself but I knew Beyoncé was listening to me.

"It's crazy how invested people get."

I was unmoved. "You are people. If we get married, I have a feeling you'll decorate down to the threads."

"I want everything to be perfect for you. That's the only way things hold a light to you."

I blushed, imagining that this was our wedding. I told Beyoncé that we weren't ready for marriage, but that didn't stop me from daydreaming. Especially here. I felt like we were in the middle of the Colosseum, surrounded by stained glass with all of their memories pictured.

I thought Layla was vigorously romantic. Like Beyoncé. All these Dominants seemed to long for the same thing. Someone that could appease their sexual appetites and contents, and someone to be head over heels for.

I never knew how much of a rarity that was until I had become just that.

Amber was coming our way with the peppiest pep in her step. The happiness was all in her movements, and she wasn't even a married woman yet. She was so full of joy, so child like as she skipped over.

And then there was Layla, who was sauntering at an irregularly slow pace with a smile as wide as the sun, watching Amber prance toward us. I liked to imagine Beyoncé looked at me like that.

"I'm so glad y'all could make it," Amber held both of my hands and I unintentionally let Beyoncé go.

"You look beautiful," I gushed. The white dress she wore was not the one she had shown me before, but it was more gorgeous than the last. She was covered in crystals that you could only see if you were just as close as we were right now. I imagined those minute details were for Layla.