Heartstrings (BEYNIKA ONESHOTS)

16. Divorce, And A Tie

Divorce, And A Tie.

Onika.

"How hard is it for you to sign the goddamn divorce papers, Beyoncé?" I asked her, aggravated at her stubbornness.

"I'm not signing that shit." She said, as she put her heeled feet on the table, making me push them down. "Manners."

She chuckled, as she shook her head at me. "See how you complete me, and keep me steady. We together for life, baby, ain't no paper gonna put an end to that." She said confidently, making my heart skip a beat at her words.

"You think you're ever so charming, and so slick, but I'm done with this shit. You don't pay attention to me anymore, you don't sing me songs like you used to, you're always working, and you're not even here for me anymore! In more senses than one!" I huffed out angrily, as I crossed my arms and looked the other way.

She turned around in her seat, as she hummed her acknowledgment, before she swiftly dragged my chair towards hers. "I've been working extra hard because of me transferring my assets to my other worldwide companies, and you know it, and... Are you mad because I haven't been fucking you for a while? That I haven't been making love to you all night as you cum undone on my fingers?" She said huskily, as she trailed her nose alongside my neck, making me bite my lips as I willed myself to not give in. Fuck.

"No, I'm mad because you've been neglecting your wife, and your duties and rights towards her. And some sex won't be fixing it." I told her firmly, even though my insides were already melting like jelly.

"But, it would be a start, baby." She said huskily, as she easily lifted me up, and put me on her desk.

But before she got to touch me, she squinted her eyes at the papers I brought to her, and I bit on my lips to stop myself from laughing out loud. "An Elle magazine interview with divorce as its title? You're so full of shit, Onika. Dramatic extra ass." She said baffled, as she shook her head at me.

I dragged her down to me with her black tie, as I let my lips hover over hers. "I just had to remind you of who I am to you, baby. Dramatic or not, it did the trick, and you're right here, between my thighs."

"Oh, I'm not there yet, babygirl, cause you gonna feel me there." She said as she took her tie off of her neck, while watching me. "Since you just think that playing with the divorce word is funny, lemme show you something hilarious." She added huskily, as she swiftly tied my hands together with her tie, and tightly at that too.

"Baby..." I whined, as I wiggled my hands together, making her arch an eyebrow at me. "I ain't start yet, save those sounds for later." She dismissed me, making me lick my lips at her dominant side slowly emerging.

She started planting a string of kisses down my neck, driving me crazier the more her tongue would come to lick my skin, then French kiss it sweetly after. My neck involuntarily arched back, as I gave her better access to my collarbone, seeing as I was only wearing panties under my coat, alongside knee-high heels. "Oh, Bey..." I softly groaned as I felt her slender fingers ripping the buttons of my coat, god don't I love when she's aggressive with me.

"You ain't getting out this office on your feet, nor with your clothes." She said, as her hand slid down inside my lacy panties. The moment she found her wet target, she bit her lips as she slowly teased me. "But ion think you'll be complaining, correct, baby?" She mused out. I was unable to respond quickly enough to her, which made her pinch my clit, making me moan out loud at the sensation. "Answer."

"Correct... So correct, daddy." I panted the response, which mere her nod her head against my neck. "Good girl."

I moaned at her praise, and moaned even louder as Beyoncé curled her finger inside me. "Ugh, can you just fuck me already? I need you, baby, please." I whined desperately, as I rocked my hips against her finger.

She slapped my pussy up with her hand, making me hiss at how tender it feels against the sharp contrast of her hit. "Language, Onika." Quipped Beyoncé, as she held my jaw in place while crashing her lips into mine, in a wet, sloppy open mouthed kiss. Our tongues danced together as she tapped her fingers against me, giving me the signal to ride them, and I did.

Through the frosted glass of her office, I could see the indistinct shapes of her employees moving around the bustling office. "You like the fact that those people could hear their boss fucking her wife on her desk in her office? Reminding her of who owns her shit? Hm, baby?" She asked me as I ground my hips against her fingers, even faster. "I do, I really do, daddy. I love that." I arched my back, as I screwed my eyes shut, as the relentless feeling began building inside me.

Beyoncé curled her fingers up inside me, even deeper, as she slowly rubbed me with her other fingers. "God, you don't just love this, you living for it now, Onika. You feel so good around me, baby." She breathed into my ear, as she teasingly nibbled on the earlobe. "You just love my fingers, and how they're all up in you, and how they making you feel, don't you?"

"Yes, baby." I gasped.

"You can tell me how much, you know, I like to hear it." She teased me.

"I love it.. so... So fucking- ah- much, just please don't stop, daddy." I groaned out.

"I'm not planning to, pretty girl." She said, as her mouth was licking on my jaw and down my neck and breast. "I can feel you shaking around me, let go. I got you, babygirl. Cum for me." She coaxed me in her deep voice, as it vibrated through me, sending me over the edge.

I felt my eyes rolling back as my voice growing louder, and I wanted to clamp a hand around my mouth so bad, until I remembered how they were tied up. I bit on my lips, trying to muffle the noises, but Beyoncé slapped my mouth open. "Let them hear you." Was all I needed to know, before my climax came, and I started riding out those waves of pleasure that overtook me.

"Such a pretty good girl, cumming for me." She talked me through it, as I felt my pussy clench even tighter around her wingers, slick, hot and wet. My legs were shaking uncontrollably as I came.

"And here you were thinking of wanting a divorce. A fake one at that, too." I couldn't even say anything, because my mind was turned into a mush. And she knew that.

"And if you think, I'm done with you, you're mistaken. We just are getting started, babygirl." She said as she wrapped my legs around her waist, lifting me up as she took us towards the couch. I grinned lazily at her hungry gaze, and she smirked at me.

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