Kelly
"Where's the iron?" I ask.
"I don't know. You're the only one who uses it."
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
"Yea right."
"Don't. Do that." Bey says, pulling me to her.
"Bey." I say, looking down at her hands.
"My bad." She whispers, letting me go.
"Mhm." I mumble, clearing my throat. She looks at me.
"Be-hmm." I sigh and press my lips together.
"Okay."
"I-I'm sorry." Bey says, softly.
"It's fine." Bey pecks my lips and looks at me.
"You're really beautiful." I say, biting my lip.
"Thanks."
"What we got to eat?" Bey asks, flexing her dimple.
"Go find out. And if we ain't got nothin go to Zaxby's for us and get the nibblerz."
"Okay." I see chicken and make chicken strips. I get some vegetables out and make mashed potatoes.
"The-." I feel hands wrap around my waist and jump.
"Don't be scared." Bey says, kissing my neck.
"I-I'm not." I say, softly.
"Mhm. I'm making your plate."
"Okay." I say, nodding. I gasp as she slips her hand in my shorts.
"Bey wait." I grab her arm. I turn the stove off and turn to turn around.
"Bey you can wait." I grab her arm, biting my lip.
"I can?"
"Yes. Move." I say, rolling my eyes.
"I'm starving." She says, wiggling her arm out of my grasp. I gasp as her fingers rub my clit in small but fast circles.
"Beyoncé!" I moan, holding on to the counter.
"Oh...baby!" I gasp as she hits my spot. My back arches as she hits it again.
"Fuck...yes! D-don't stop!" I grab her neck and put my face in it.
"Aaaaaaahhh! Beyoncé!" My eyes roll back.
"Fuck yes...plea-what? Wh-why'd you stop?" I ask, panting.
"I'm hungry." She grabs a plate and sits at the table. I roll my eyes and look at her.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" I take my food, eat, and wash my plate. I wash my hands and sigh.
"Baby wait." She giggles.
"What?" I turn, rolling my eyes.
"You taste good." She licks her fingers.
"Fuck you." I go in my room and close and lock the door. I play with myself, since she wanna be childish.
"Fuck..." I moan as I push two fingers in my entrance.
"Yes!" I think about Bey doing all of this to me.
"Baby!" I grind on my fingers and pant.
"Fuck! Bey!" I arch my back.
"You not touchin my property are you?" Bey asks, knocking on the door. More juices leak on to my hand.
"No." I moan, biting my lip.
"You lyin?"
"No." I pant.
"You thinkin bout me?"
"Yes." I say, breathlessly.
"So you touchin my property?"
"Yes!" I moan, about to cum.
"And you lied about it?"
"Yes! Baby I'm sorry!" I grab my pillow.
"You know you in trouble?"
"Baby!" I pant, about to cum.
"Oh my fucking God!" I bite my lip, feeling it right there.
"Beyoncé!"
"Cum for daddy." She says.
"Daddy!" I moan, cumming. I shake and breathe heavy.
"Fuck. Oh man." I moan, calming down.
"Open the door." She whispers, knocking softly. I fix my pants and roll my eyes. I wash my hands and open the door. Bey closes and locks the door, biting her lip.
"You know you punished right?"
"You were on punishment first." I cross my arms.
"What?" She asks, softly.
"Yea. You are. No touching, no kissing, no cuddling, no eating. At all." I say, unlocking the door.
"But ba-." She grabs my waist.
"Didn't I say no touching?"
"Baby I need to at least be able to touch you." She says, desperately.
"I'll think about it."
"Tell me now."
"Should I?"
"Mhm." She nods.
"No."
"Baby...please? The outside parts, in a non sexual way." Bey says, bouncing a little bit.
"Ummm...okay." I say, smirking. She hugs me and sighs.
"Victory." She says, softly, pumping her first in the air.
"Oh Lord." I laugh.
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