Beauty & The Biker (9 page)

Chapter 14

Isabella

Turning my charged cell phone over in my hand feels foreign after being without it for so long. After our worlds collided in the greenhouse, Tristian returned my cell to me, with the promise I would tell my father nothing of my new knowledge of his dealings. I don’t get what the big deal is, my father probably already knows. He has suspicions, I know. He warned me that Tristian is dangerous and not to become involved. But it’s not as though I could go back on my word, or deny Tristian anything. I couldn’t if I tried. I am putty in the man’s hands.

He is watching me intently waiting for me to place my call home to assure my family of my wellbeing and his fair treatment of me.

My fingers dial the number by heart. My sister Elsabeth answers on the second ring. “Why haven’t you called! Papa has been worried sick over you, he’s not eating. I had to have Felix hide his guns and take his car keys. He has been set on calling the police. You didn’t even give us a name for the family or an address... You have explaining to do,” she chastises.

“Calm down Elsa. There isn’t good cell reception out this far and when the wind blows hard the power goes out on occasion.”

Tristian eyes me with amusement, his lips curving upward into a brief smile, exposing his lonely dimple located on his left cheek.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have made you all worry. Mrs. Cyrus is out of the country and I am really busy with her five kids.” I didn’t know what else to say and Cyrus was the first name to come to mind.

“Gabriele is home he’s been asking for you. I wasn’t sure what to tell him,” she says pausing for me to give her instructions.

Gabriele is Felix’s brother. He also happens to want me for his wife. At first, I thought he was merely kidding around when he mentioned us living on the other side of Elsabeth and Felix, but as time wore on, I could tell he was into me with the way he would look at me.

“He is, um...I—tell Gabe I will call him soon and we can have lunch or something, but I’m not sure when I can get away.” I avoid Tristian’s stare, shielding my face with my hair.

For some reason Gabriele has it in his head that I am his already. I have never given him reason to believe I want him too, but I suppose I never did anything to make him think otherwise. It isn’t as though I have dated other men to prove him wrong.

At the mention of Gabe’s name Tristian is jerking my phone from my fingers. “Hello Elsabeth. Let this Gabe know that Isa is going to be busy for an extended period of time, he needs to stick his dick elsewhere.”

My cheeks flame in anger and amusement. If only I could see her face when he spoke to her like that.

I grab the phone back pleading with my eyes and holding a finger up for him to stop acting crazy. “Elsa I’m sorry Mrs. Cyrus has a brother who isn’t mentally stable. He has mental issues. Besides he is kidding, he’s had dental work and the pain medication has made him a bit out of it,” I lie glaring in his direction.

He pinches my nipple hard through my thin dress and runs his fingers up my thigh. “Can I speak to Papi?”

“He’s napping but I will have him call. And start answering your phone Isa,” she barks hanging up on her end.

My breath hitches and I drop the phone unable to concentrate on anything as Tristian’s fingers rub over the crotch of my panties. He teases me with his fingers. His eyes are locked on mine enjoying my being off balance.

“You lied about me. Your father doesn’t know you are here does he Isa? Does he know about our deal?” He bites my ear hard and I am turned on by his roughness.

I moan at his advances as he continues to nip at me. “Kind of, I just left out the part where I am living with you...here.”

He continues to rub and tease me with his torturous fingers.

I am burning inside for him to touch me without my panties in the way. I want him to do the things no man has ever dared to do to me. I wiggle against his hand wanting to feel more of him.

“Does this feel good Isa?”  His thumb presses hard on my clit.

Tension and pressure is budding in my core. My panties are soaked.

I grab his hand with mine. When he doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop I continue. “Touch me Tristian,” I demand pulling my panties to the side and grazing his fingers over my pussy lips.

“You don’t know what you are asking Isabella. I will have you, but when I do, it will be forever,” he warns and promises at the same time.

I swallow hard with the weight of his words settling in my gut. He intends to keep me forever. I stiffen unsure of my feelings on the matter. Could I live like this with him forever?

His fingers brush against me softly. “Tell me who Gabe is to you.”

I hesitate feeling the return of my desire pooling between my thighs with his caress. A rough pinch to my clit shoots pleasure and pain though my heated core. “No one,” I choke out as the pressure builds again.

“Don’t lie to me Isa!” He snaps jerking my panties down to my knees.

Oh, God I want to feel his fingers inside me. I need him to touch me now before I die. His hand cups my intimate area without fully making contact. The anticipation of his next move is enough to drive me insane. Sweat trickles down the small of my back.

“He wants to marry me,” I admit.

His hand makes contact with my delicate flesh and I feel ready to explode. The need for him to pleasure me is burning me from the inside out. My pussy is so hot for his affection.

Tristian jerks me forward and goes down to his knees. “Has he ever touched you Isa?” His finger traces along the curve of my lips to the crack of my butt and back again.

“No,” I pant out, eager for more.

“Has this Gabe ever tasted you?” His tongue flicks out stroking my clit in a swift lick.

My knees shake from the sensation. I am unable to answer. My hands fall to his head wanting to hold him at the heart of my fire and force him to douse my flames. His beautifully, morbid tattooed skin under the palms of my hands is silky and smooth. His hands grab my hind end and squeeze harshly.

“Answer me Isa, has any other man ever tasted what belongs to me?”

I shake my head no, unable to speak as he watches me through his dark hooded eyes.

“Good.” He plants a hard kiss on my clit and sucks the tender flesh between his teeth.

One finger pushes through my slit finding my sweet spot and I unravel, grinding hard against his palm.

My eyes snap shut as I ride his hand, two fingers torturing me simultaneously along with his mouth. Stars shoot behind my eyes and my knees continue to tremble as I hold onto his shoulders for support.

“Trissss-stian,” his name comes out in an elongated hiss. I am so close to the edge.

Suddenly he pulls away. “Not yet, Isabella. When you come for me it will be on my cock.” He removes my panties from around my knees.

Is he going to take me now?

“I’ll keep these.” He stuffs the cotton into his pocket leaving me breathless and unsatisfied. “Don’t even think of getting yourself off. I’ll know if you do,” he warns.

Doesn’t he want me? “Did I do something wrong?”  I question wondering how we went from one hundred to zero so quickly.

He smiles that perfect smile. The lines of his skeletal tattoo lining seamlessly with his teeth. “This is your punishment Isa, for spying and interrupting my meeting earlier.” My smile falls. “It pains me too,” he teases gripping his crotch and biting his bottom lip.  “Now get in the kitchen and get started on dinner.  Instructions are on the fridge.” He smacks my bare bottom and snatches my phone from the floor. “Cracked your screen. I’ll return it tonight. Cyrus is good with this shit. And don’t put on another pair of panties. I have plans for dessert.”

He departs the room whistling a familiar tune. I can’t place my finger on it but I have heard it before.

Feeling shaky and breathless, I do what I am told in hopes he will give in and touch me again.

I’m in the kitchen cooking Tristian’s favorite dinner—twice baked spaghetti when I am hit with another memory. Again, I am in the white dress and a pale hand reaches a blue rose to me, before it fades away.

I shake my head and try to remember but it seems like another life that wasn’t mine. I just can’t remember. Every time I try my head begins to pound and I feel dizzy.

Chapter 15

Tristian

Isa is strutting around the table pantyless and on edge. I know she needs to reach her release.  I want to give it to her. I want to tease, taste, and pleasure every inch of her. I want her to scream my name in pleasure and in pain from wanting me so damn badly. I want her crawling on her knees begging me please. And I will have it. I want to consume her every thought, her every breath, every desire she has ever craved...I want it all to be me. She is
MINE
. She has always been
MINE
.

I watch her closely as she avoids getting close to Cyrus or any of my brothers as she serves them their food and drink. Once everyone has been served, I have Isabella pull up a chair next to mine. I want her by my side, seated at the head of my table, where she belongs.

I whisper in her ear, “delicious, but not as good as the snack I had for lunch.”

Blush creeps down her cheeks, traveling down to her cleavage.  She has no idea the things I want to do to her. Licking her pussy was nothing in comparison. Her inexperience turns me on. I love that I will be the one to teach her what will make her body hum and sing, only for me.

She settles comfortably beside me, even taking part in generic conversation with the guys. Eventually the table falls silent except for the sound of chewing and quiet murmurs out of earshot. 

Isa speaks quietly, asking me more about Goldoni.

“Goldoni has been after me for months trying to set me up with his daughter. Today you provided me with an easy alibi, a reason why I haven’t been interested. But don’t worry, I’ll never sell you to him. You are mine Isa,” I tell her knowing that one day I will take her as my wife. “It’s better to stretch the truth than to fabricate a lie, easier to keep things straight. You are mine, Isa and I told him so.”

Goldoni’s interest in Isa is infuriating and I’ll need to take extra steps to ensure his curiosity dies quickly. He’s not a man to give up easily when he sees something he wants. And if he wants Isa, he won’t stop until he takes her or I kill him.

Her eyes narrow on me curious, knowing there is more that I’m not saying, but I let my hand do the talking. My fingers trail up her thigh to her pussy. With force, I place my fingers between her thighs as she clenches them around my hand. Her pulse is racing. She is uncomfortable with the fact she loves the thrill of my pleasuring her sweet spot during the middle of dinner.

“Eat, Isa,” I demand, feeding her a bite of bread with my free hand. 

She nearly chokes as I slip two fingers inside. She is watching me from the corner of her eye but my face remains calm as I partake in the budding conversation.

“Payment arrived today.  Flynn will wire your cut over the next several weeks.” He cuts their funds up and disperses the money over time through our dummy corporations for contracted labor. My strip club covers many of the payments. I pay the guys performance fees for ladies night. Though I seriously doubt any one of them can dance.

“Where’s Rain tonight,” Cyrus asks with a wide grin.

“Issue with some of the girls. Random piss testing. A few came up dirty,” I divulge as I continue to slide my fingers in and out of Isa’s juicy, tight cunt. Better, Rain isn’t here tonight to pry into my relationship with Isa. She doesn’t understand why I want her...why I need her.

She doesn’t know that when I was a child Isabella was my friend, one of my only true friends.

Isabella wasn’t but four to my seven when we first met but I knew I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. Our friendship grew stronger the more time we spent together. She was the only light during all the treatments I underwent and all the abuse I suffered at the hands of my father. I thought I was going to die without ever walking again and Isa was there, telling me how I reminded her of her favorite character, The Pumpkin King, with my pale skin and dark circles under my eyes.

She had told me one day she was going to marry him.

She doesn’t remember but she will.

She is mine and I am hers. I can’t deny her my heart when she has held it all these years.

My fingers still as she clenches around me so close to an orgasm. Fuck, my cock is straining against the seam of my jeans, begging for release. I’m ready to clear the room, throw Isa down on the table, and claim that pussy of hers, and mark her with my cum like a fucking animal.

The buzzing of Isa’s newly repaired cell phone by Cyrus in my pocket interrupts my thoughts. I pinch her thigh and slide her phone from my pocket, with everyone oblivious that she has been riding my hand this whole time under the curtain provided by the tablecloth.

Glancing at the screen, the name Gabriele flashes across the screen.

“Accept his call princess and then tell him you are taken and to never call your phone again if he wants to continue to walk with two legs,” I order her sternly.

Isa takes the phone with flushed cheeks and excuses herself from the room as she takes the call. Jealousy eats at me knowing he is talking to her right now. If she knows what is good for them both she will do as I told her. Cyrus not only fixed her screen but also installed a ghost application that will allow me to monitor all of her calls and text messages without her knowing.

I respect Isa’s privacy to a point, but if he tries to contact her again, I’ll know about it. It is for her safety as well. Naming Isa as my pet to Goldoni makes her a target, but it also keeps me from being pressured to join our families. After Giovanni insured my inheritance, his brother Goldoni started pressuring me to marry his daughter.

I don’t need his money. My men earn plenty.  He thinks if I marry his daughter it gives him my money and access to my inheritance to fund his human trafficking. Not happening.

The guys begin to disperse to the game room so I take the opportunity to check in with Rain and find out how the rest of the testing is going. I won’t fire a dancer for smoking a little weed, but I won’t ever tolerate anything heavier being found in their systems.

Tris: How many?

Rain: 4 of the best

Tris: I’ll come in tomorrow, pull some applications and put out the word.

Rain: Will your girl like you watching titties and ass?

Tris: It’s just business.

Tris: I’ll bring her with me and she can help me pick.

I joke. Isa strikes me as the jealous type. Her Hispanic blood runs hot. She always had a flare for being dramatic as a young girl.

Rain: Yeah, okay whatever you say.

Rain: her sister tells me she already has a man. Wonder how he will feel when realizes you are trying to steal her away?

Fucking Rain.

Tris: Fuck off

Isa hasn’t returned from her call but I need to get with Cyrus about the next collection from our smaller sales.

After I give the men their orders and send them off, I go searching for my princess to find her finger fucking my tasty treasure.

Her leg is perched on a chair in the dining room, her head back, her mouth parted as a moan escapes those plush lips. 

I told her I would know if she tried to touch herself, my girl is greedy and she will pay for it.

Chapter 16

Isabella

“Hello,” I answer softly, walking down the hall towards the library where I know I won’t be disturbed.

“Isabella. How are you? I know it’s been a while but I am home on leave and was really hoping we could get together,” Gabe says sounding hopeful.

Tristian’s words play in my head as I try to find the words to let Gabe down gently. He joined the Marines last fall. He told me one day he was going to win my heart and make me his wife. I never thought much on it, until now. I figured he would meet someone near his base and move on.

Gabe takes advantage of my hesitation to reply.

“I’m really sorry about your Papi, I know how close you are, after everything with your mom. And I know we haven’t spoken much over the past months, but I was hoping we can change that, now that I am home on leave, for two weeks.”

“Gabe, you’re a good friend ya know, and I hope you will always be a good friend to me, but I met someone. I don’t know if it will ever amount to anything but I hope it does.  I don’t want to lead you on when my feelings aren’t mutual.” I let out a silent sigh of relief and hope he can understand and appreciate my honesty.

“I’m worried about you Isabella...no one knows where you are. You don’t answer your phone. No one has seen you. What is going on with these people you work for all the sudden? I don’t buy it.”

“I’m here because I want to be Gabe. Don’t call me again.” I end the call and block his number.

“I’m here because I want to be,” I whisper to myself.

The echo of boots heading into the game room sets me back on track. I make my way back to the dining hall to clean up tonight’s meal.

Making use of the side cart, I stack the dirty dishes and glasses on the shelves so I can cart them to the kitchen for washing.

I can still feel Tristian’s touch lingering between my legs as I wipe the table down and put all the chairs in their rightful place. He makes me want to lose all control. My hand trails between my breasts imagining his tongue slithering down my torso.

The impulse to touch myself is too great to deny. With one foot steadied on a chair, I lift the skirt of my dress up and rub over my delicate skin. My finger is slick with my own heat and desire as I climb higher and higher. I pretend Tristian is doing all the work as I slip a finger inside.

I need more, I am so close but I can’t reach my peak. Imagining him isn’t enough. I
need
the real thing. I
need
Tristian. I rub my clit harder and pinch at my nipples through my thin dress. I feel crazed with lust for this man.  My eyes are closed, my head is thrown back with my lips parted as I moan out wanting him.

I am so wrapped up in my need to get off that I don’t even hear him enter the room. I don’t register his presence until his arm curls around my waist and his warm breath is tickling my ear.

“I warned you Isa. I told you I would know if you touched yourself. It better be me you are thinking about and not that Gabe fucker.”

“Only you,” I say breathless and unsure of what he will do for my disobeying.

“I have to admit, watching you touching yourself is the single, hottest damn thing I have ever witnessed princess,” he confesses placing a single kiss against my neck.

His other hand comes up to my chest holding a switchblade. With care, he slices the sharp blade through the thin fabric of my dress, slicing it down the middle front.

“You’re a greedy girl Isa. I told I would take care of you. I told you if you were good for me I would play with you, didn’t I?” he peels the remains of my dress from my arms.  His hands travel down my front exploring places that have never been touched by a man.

For a minute, I hear a childlike voice of a young boy in my head,
“be a good girl and I’ll play the pumpkin king with you. You can be my pumpkin queen.”

“I’m a princess my Papi says so.”

I shake my head concentrating on Tristian’s heated, possessive touch instead of memories that aren’t making any sense.

I can feel his firm cock growing harder as he presses into my backside shoving me face down onto the large table. His fist wraps around my hair and tugs painfully hard. His mouth comes down biting the shell of my ear harshly.

“Your pussy better be wet for my touch and my touch alone. Did you tell that fucker to get lost?” He presses against my rear so deep I can almost feel him between my butt cheeks.

“I told him I was with someone and I blocked his number. I was thinking of you just now and wishing you would come in and catch me. I want you to punish me Tristian.” But more than that, I just want him. I don’t want to play games. I want to tell him in honesty. But that’s crazy talk. I am attracted to him, nothing more. I need to stop wanting to know more about him and get through my days here so I can go back to where I belong, with my family. The braver woman who wants to break free with Tristian isn’t me, as fun as it is.

But those thoughts float away as he touches his lips to my back, trailing kisses down to the crack of my butt before stopping. His strong hands spread my cheeks. “This will be mine too, one day soon Isa.”

He bites my left cheek and then the right.

“One day soon, I’ll spell out my name on your ass with my cum, because
YOU.
ARE
.
MINE
.” He smacks his cock against my butt cheeks as he stresses each word.

My sister Elsabeth has told me all about sex and the desires of men. She spared no details giving me the sex talk. She always told me never give anything of you to a man unless he is your husband.  And here I am ready to give all I have to man I barely know.

He is my captor and I am his pet. I’m the beauty and he’s the beast. And I wish for nothing more in this moment, than for him to devour me.

I whimper when he pulls away from me breaking our close contact. What I wouldn’t give for him to just kiss me.