Fetish
All stories are fictional, not accurate depictions of real life or the people featured.
Pairing: Dom!Beyonce/Reader
Summary: Dom!Beyonce fucks Reader in her office and has fun with her. wc: 3k
Content: 3rd POV. D/s elements, rough sex, degradation, name calling, strapon sex. (18+) MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: Another old fic (more than 6 years old I think!) from the old blog :)
The 'meet me at my office. 6:30' text got Y/n excited. It's not their usual place for meeting -- in fact Beyoncé's not too fond of her coming to her office. She likes to keep her work life and personal life separate, but her nosy co-workers already know about Y/n. Besides the place was nearly empty with it being a Friday evening.
When Y/n gets home, she leaves the groceries on the table, neglecting to put them up. She starts picking out what to wear underneath her casual clothes. She wants to wear the softest, prettiest thing for her. It shouldn't matter because she's going to rip whatever she's wearing off of her regardless of the fabric or color.
She waste no time going to her. Whenever Bey called, she was there. And, the fact that she wanted her bad enough to call Y/n to her office is an added bonus. She walks a few blocks through the busy city to get to her lover. A smirk spreads across her face when she sees her building's name displayed in bright, bold letters.
A few smiles and familiar faces, and an elevator ride leads her to her destination. She pauses before knocking on her door. Y/n fixes her hair a little, and unbuttons the top button on her blouse before finally knocking.
She can hear fumbling behind the door before Beyoncé opens the door. She expects to see her warm smile, but she has a stern look on her face.
"Hi baby. Is something wrong?" she asks while walking into her office. She begins to unbutton her blouse completely, but Beyoncé's stops her before she can do so by placing her hand on Y/n's.
"Bey, wh-"
"Shut up," she interrupts in a tone she has never used on her before. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise. "Get on your knees," she continues before Y/n could respond to her. Y/n kneels before her, but keeps her eyes on the ground.
"Don't be shy now."
She hears Beyoncé messing with the zipper of her pencil skirt. The houndstooth skirt falls to the ground. To Y/n's surprise, instead of Beyoncé's lacy lingerie, she has on some latex material. her usual white garter belt is replaced by the stretchy black latex that holds up her sheer, knee-high socks. And, her underwear is made of the same material too.
Y/n is just as confused as she is turned on.
"Baby, what is this?" She runs a finger down the material of her underwear. Y/n traces the curve her full hips.
Beyoncé stays silent. Instead of answering, she places her foot between Y/n's thighs. The heel of her shoe presses into Y/n's clit. She instantly moans.
"It's what you want."
unbeknownst to Y/n, she forgot to clear the browser history on her iPad and Bey had seen what she seems to have been obsession over for the last few weeks. Beyoncé though to herself, how could Y/n be so careless and not delete her browsing history filled of porn with latex-clad women -- dominant women. It was sort of embarrassing for Y/n to even admit to herself that she was turned on by that, but a small mistake admitted for her.
"You want this so bad."
Beyoncé grabs the back of Y/n's head and draws her closer to her cunt. Her latex covered pussy rests against the lower half of Y/n's face. She closes her eyes and soaks in the moment of finally being able to live out secret fetish. She opens her mouth to stick out her tongue and glide it across the smooth latex. She can smell the arousal pooling between Beyoncé's legs and feel the heat radiating off of her.
While Y/n is in heaven, Beyoncé is enjoying the show watching Y/n in her blissed out state: moaning while grinding her face against her ready cunt.
"You want a taste," Beyoncé asks Y/n while stroking her hair.
"Yes," Beyoncé's pussy muffles Y/n's words.
"Do you deserve it."
"Yes, please. I want you so bad baby."
Beyoncé pulls Y/n's head back and looks her deep in the eyes.
"You don't get to call me 'baby'. It's mistress. Understand, little girl?"
"Yes! Yes, mistress. I'm sorry!" Y/n goes into subspace without even realizing it.
Beyoncé pulls the latex to the side, uncovering her pussy. She holds the latex to the side to invite Y/n to her pussy.
Y/n licks up into her pussy. Her tongue runs through her thick lips. She pushes pass those slick folds and slides her tongue into her. She gets a taste of her walls and her sweet cream. She pulls out to wrap her lips around her clit. She sucks hard on her throbbing clit before sliding her tongue across the sensitive bud.
"Yesss, keep eating your mistresses cunt like that," Beyoncé moans out in pleasure. She starts to unbutton her blouse. The latex bra can barely contain her full breast. The tight material hugs her breast causing them to spill over. "I'm going to cum all over that slutty face." If it wasn't for Y/n gripping her hips, Beyoncé would topple over from the pleasure. "Yes I want to cum all over that slutty fucking face of yours," Bey says through gritted teeth. Her hands rake through Y/n's hair, causing her to look up into her mistresses eyes. "Eat my pussy! I'm going to coat your nasty face. You're going to look so nasty with a face covered in my cum. Like a whore. My obedient whore."
Beyoncé continues her onslaught of vulgar language. She grinds her vagina into Y/n's face. She lets a carnal cry of pleasure rip from her throat. She releases her sweet nectar on Y/n's face.
Y/n looks up at her mistress again, and realizes her beautiful breast are no longer hidden by her blouse. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this (it'll be a while before she remembers she isn't the only one to use her iPad). This was like the pictures she's been looking at. They've turned her world upside down.
"Come here, pet," Beyoncé starts. Y/n can feel her pussy already start to gush in anticipation. She whimpers like a little puppy in need for attention. She's a total submissive at heart, and wants to please her mistress. "Are you begging?" Beyoncé teases her. Y/n nods her head, her eyes are wide with lust and need. She pats her on the head and Y/n feels warm inside from the simple gesture. "Needy whore. I should slap that pretty face of yours, but instead I'm going to bruise that pretty little peach of yours and that ass. Bend over my desk."
She continues to belittle her while she moves to obey Beyoncé's orders. The look on Beyoncé's face from earlier really struck fear in her heart. It's embarrassing to be bent over her lover's desk with her skirt rising up to expose her smooth thighs. But, the sub in her knows where she belongs. Beyoncé fully lifts her skirt, her silky panties and garter belt exposed to her.
"Lingerie? Where you expecting me to fuck you?" she asks in a mocking tone.
Beyoncé pulls her panties down in a swift motion. She grabs the soft flesh and her mouth almost waters. "So pretty. Too bad I have to bruise it up."
She roughly grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks her head back. Y/n gasps in full shock. But, even that doesn't prepare her for the first harsh smack against her ass. Her body jerks in reaction.
Beyoncé lets out a grunt with each strike of her hand. The force of her smacks are evident by every cry she lets out. For the sake of having to show her face around this office from time to time, she's lucky the only people here this late are the cleaning staff. Tears wells in her eyes as her relentless blows meet her now sensitive ass. And, every time she is rocked by the power of Beyoncé's hit, her clit grinds against the edge of her desk. It's not the most comfortable thing, but even the bit of pleasure she gets from it brings her closer to cumming. Her hands grip the edge of the desk.
"Mistress!"
Beyoncé's hand pauses in midair when she finally calls out the name she told her to call her. She lowers her hand and steps back to admire what she had done; her ass is already forming bruises, her legs are spread wide, her thighs are glistening with her own juices, and she's sobbing uncontrollably. She's not the first girl Beyoncé has done this with, but it's more satisfying to see her cute lover reduced to this.
Y/n's a right mess, but she takes in this moment of stillness. She relaxes against her desk, and her sobs slow. She jumps when she feels Beyoncé place a hand on her head.
"You think I'm done with you little girl?" The switch to a much softer demeanor and the slow stroking of her hair contradicts Beyoncé's threatening tone. Beyoncé leaves Y/n on the desk to unlock her file cabinet. In the bottom file, instead of folders, she has a strapon. Yes, Y/n rarely came to her office, but she always wanted it handy if she had to use it. And, now the time has come. She fastens the strap-on around her waist and turns back to Y/n. She grabs a fist full of her hair, making her gasp. She pulls her back with force. She yelps out and her eyes slam shut in reaction. Y/n is forced to let of her grip on the desk and made to stand up.
They come face to face, and she's proud of handiwork. Y/n's hair is mussed up, her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes, and her eyes stung with tears. She was looking desperately into her eyes; it almost make Beyoncé sympathetic and just take the sweet girl into her arms and bury her face into her delicious cunt. But, Beyoncé is too prideful to stop now. With an empty office and a submissive woman at her will, the possibilities are endless.
"Get on your knees," she barks at Y/n. She bends down and comes face to face with the hung strap-on around her waist. Beyoncé uses a finger under her chin to tilt her head to look at her. "You want my fucking cock? You want me to fuck you?" she asks. Y/n nods frantically. "Yes! Please, I want you so bad baby," she begs while placing her hands on Beyoncé's thighs. She squeezes the thick flesh, and Beyoncé groans at the pressure. She wants to face fuck Y/n so bad; to hear her struggle to take al of it in and gag as it hits the back of her throat. But, she wants even more to fuck her tight pussy and hear her beg for more.
Beyoncé gives her face a light slap. Y/n's heart begins to race and her adrenaline rises.
"You've been awfully naughty."
"I'm sor-"
"Shut the fuck up. I didn't say you could speak."
Y/n's eyes rip away from Beyoncé's in embarrassment.
"Get your ass on the desk." She's a little discombobulated from the overwhelming feelings of her desires. She uses the desk as leverage to stand up and steady herself. She's painfully reminded of her sore bottom when she sits bare against her desk. She inhales sharply at the faint pain, but Beyoncé grabs her legs to spread them which distracts her mind from the ache.
Beyoncé moves between her legs and wraps her fingers around the thick cock. She slides the tip against Y/n's slit. She's so damn wet that she almost slides in, but she wants to tease her. And, it works because she is squirming against her desk. Beyoncé presses her thick head against her clit and Y/n moans involuntarily. Beyoncé finally slides all the way inside. She pushes into her lover slowly, so she could feel the toy stretching her out like it always does. She already tries to fill her to hilt, but from the look on her face, she needs to warm her up for a bit more. Beyoncé grabs her hips and slides out of her before plunging back in. She bites her lip at the fullness and chokes back a moan. Their sex has never been this extreme, but they were exploring a new area of pleasure that runs deep within Y/n. Beyoncé watches the way her body reacts underneath her. Y/n's beautiful breast bounce for her, and only for her. Her face scrunches up in a mix of pleasure and pain. She reaches up to place a hand on Bey's cheek. They stare intensely into each others' eyes and it is in this moment that their kinky sex turns into something more passionate. Beyoncé loves the woman moaning underneath her. And, as much as she loves her sweetness, she needs to remind her who is the dominant one in their relationship.
Beyoncé pulls out completely causing Y/n to pout, but she doesn't dare to protest. Beyoncé pulls her hips and slides her off of her desk. She Y/n turns around to bend her over her desk again. She yelps when her stomach smacks against the edge. Beyoncé waste no time filling her again, this time from the back. The sound of her hand coming down on her ass rips through the room. Beyoncé utters out, "fuck" seeing Y/n's delicious flesh ripple. It's even better to see her cock split Y/n open with each thrust. Y/n's sobs sound out. Beyoncé can hear her cursing under her breath.
"What's that darling?" She punctuates her sentence with another smack to her ass. This time Y/n cries out even louder.
"Answer me!"
"It feels so good!" she screams back at her lover. Fat tears fall from her as she withstands her pounding.
Her words drive drive Beyoncé instant, and with some resistance, the cock slides in deeper until she completely bottoms out inside of her. She stars letting out moans she has never made before. Both of Beyoncé's hands grab ahold of her head and pushes it down, smushing her beautiful face into the desk. She fucks her so hard into the desk they both believe it may break. Their flesh makes a such a lewd noise as it meets with each thrust.
'I can't take it' Y/n thinks to herself. She'd say it out loud, but the overwhelming feelings take away her ability to articulate real words. She moves her hand back to rest it on Beyoncé's pelvis. She takes this as a sign and slows down on her assault of Y/n's pussy.
"Too much! Too much," Y/n finally chokes out. Beyoncé almost pulls out in guilt, but instead she grabs Y/n's shoulders and brings her into an embrace with Y/n's back against her chest. Beyoncé's hard nipples press into Y/n's back. Her other hand sneaks up and begins to fondle Y/n's breast. "Sorry baby," she says lowly, but Y/n hears her nice and clear. She just nods in response.
Beyoncé waits a few seconds before thrusting up into Y/n again. "almost broke my little toy…wouldn't want that," she whispers directly into her ear. She slides deep inside again, and Y/n lets out a deep sigh. It's still a lot to take, but the slow thrusting helps her get use to it. Beyoncé helps with distracting her by tweaking her nipple.
"Mistress," Y/n whimpers out pathetically again.
Beyoncé let's go of her breast and wraps her hand around her neck instead. She starts to fuck Y/n faster. Every time she thrust inside of her, she grips her neck a bit tighter. It becomes harder for Y/n to breathe. As fucked up as it is for her, Y/n loves it. She likes this change from the usual vanilla. Her pussy tingles and she desperately wants to play with her clit, but she keeps her grip on the desk to brace herself from the power of Beyoncé's thrust. Bey might be a mind reader because her other hands begin to rub circles into Y/n's clit causing her to gasp.
"God I'm going to cum!"
Beyoncé squeezes her neck tightly to deter her attention from her orgasm to her.
"Did I say you could cum?"
"No."
"No. That;s right."
Beyoncé let's go of her raw neck and stops rubbing her clit. She whimpers at the lack of touch. She lets out a grunt when Beyoncé pushes her against the desk again. She smacks her ass twice. Beyoncé was becoming addicted to the way her little lover's body reacted to the harsh blows.
"You wanna cum," Beyoncé asks even though she knows the answer to that. "Please! I need to cum! Let me cum for you mistress!" A hint of anger mixes into her words. She was getting impatient with their game, and she was almost in orgasmic bliss before Beyoncé just stops. She feels like crying; all this begging is humiliating, but she enjoys it deep down inside (and, she'd do anything to cum now).
"Make yourself cum baby."
She sinks back on the cock and begins to rock herself back-and-forth. It feels great, amazing actually, but she'd love it if Beyoncé was still pound into her.
"Yes baby, just like that," Beyoncé encourages.
Y/n throws her head back and starts moaning like crazy. She starts to push her hips back faster and faster against Beyoncé's pelvis. She's closer to her orgasm more than before.
Beyoncé knows when she starts to cum: the way her rhythm becomes sloppy, her labored breathing, and the filth moans that fall out of her mouth. She keeps cumming, and cumming for her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She cries out ever time se thrust back down, fucking herself on the thick cock strapped around Beyoncé's waist to prolong her orgasm. She comes down fully on the cock and stays like that with it buried inside of her. Her nails dig into Beyoncé's skin, sure to leave a mark.
Feeling tired is an understatement. She has completely drained all of her energy. Their fucking was brutal. It was animalistic. It was amazing for the both of them.
Beyoncé slides out without Y/n even realizing. She's too tired and busy trying to stead her breathing. Both of them are spent.
Neither say anything as they make themselves decent enough to leave. When they get home, both will replay it over and over until they fall asleep.
They'll feel a dull ache inside whenever they see each other again. Whether or not they'll act on the primal desires once again is in their hands.
