Beauty & The Biker: A Dark Fairytale

by Glenna Maynard

  My mind flashes to the night my father died. I made sure Courtney watched me leave just as she did for the night. I drove to the club and made an appearance making sure everyone saw me go into my office, but that they also never saw me leave.

  Two hours later I arrive back home to find my father foaming at the mouth, lying in a pool of his own vomit and excrements. He found me sick like this once after I had my first treatments. I was so sick and couldn’t get to the bathroom. He told me if I was his real son I wouldn’t be sick and need help from anyone.

  I stand over him now as he stares up at me, pleading for help with his deep blue pools of evil. I hold my boot on his chest as he struggles to survive. His fingernails scratch at my boots and tug at my jeans.

  Squatting down next to him as he gurgles, gasping for a breath, I get close to his ear. “If you were any kind of real husband and father, you wouldn’t need help.”

  He makes a muted choking sound.

  “What’s that I can‘t fucking hear you,” I taunt as what little fight he had begins to fade away. “Remember all the nights I laid in pain and you denied me my mother, you forbid her to come to me. You would beat her if she tried. I was weak then, but I’m not that boy anymore. You hear me, I’m not weak!”

  He doesn’t move and I no longer hear the gurgling sound coming from his throat.

  “I’ll see you in hell, Angelo. This is for my mother and this is for Isabella, you’ll never have her.”

  Anger courses through me reliving the moment he died.

  Isa tenses under my tightened hold on her.

  I have her naked body pressed against the door of my room, prolonging showing her how deep my obsession and passion runs. Her arms are pinned above her head as the pearls dip between her breasts.

  “Princess, there are so many things I want to do to you and with you, but I need you to remember.”

  “I’m trying Tristian.”

  I shove my knee between her thighs and grit in her ear, “then try harder.”

  Her arms circle around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist.

  I don’t know if I can wait. I need inside her. Now!

  Pulling her away from the door, I open it and carry her inside to my bed.

  Stunning is the one word I would use to describe Isa naked on my bed ready to give what is mine to take. She smiles up at me so eager to please. She watches hungrily as I strip away my clothing leaving nothing to her imagination any longer. She lays back with sex kitten eyes ready to pounce on me at any moment.

  “You said you wanted to look at me, so here I am princess, come look all you like.” I pull her from the bed by her strand of pearls.

  Isa slides down to her knees starting at my feet, her fingers trace and trail over the veins tattooed leading up my legs. Her hands brush over my cock, teasing me with the slight of her touch. It would be so easy to grab the back of her head and shove my growing erection in her virgin mouth.

  She begins to raise up. Her hands never leaving me nor her eyes as she studies my ink. I tilt her chin up with the pad of my thumb and press my lips to hers, never wanting her to break free from my hold.

  She has other ideas as she rubs her hands over my shoulders moving to my back to explore me further. Her bare breasts press against my back, her nipples hard and ready for attention. Her soft lips press against my neck and trail slowly down my back until she reaches my ass. She bites the top of my cheek, hard, grazing me with her teeth, then sucking my firm skin into her mouth.

  Her arm snakes between my legs, coming up and cupping my package. She massages gently. “You say I belong to you. Well Tristian this is me telling you that you belong to me now.” She tugs on my length roughly and I let out a hiss in appreciation.

  Her hand drops and she runs her hands down my calves and back up my body until she reaches my shoulders, rubbing down my chest as she comes to face me.

  “You done looking princess?”

  She grins. Growing bold Isa grabs my jaw as I have hers in the past and squeezes. “I’ll let you know when I am finished Tris. Be a good pet and I will treat you right,” she teases using my own words against me.

  I grab her wrists, bringing her hands down, resting over my cock. “That’s real cute Isa, but you are finished.”

  Dropping her hands, I claim that smart mouth, kissing her so fucking deep. My hands snake around to her ass and grab on tight, backing her up until she falls onto the bed. I don’t give her time to catch her breath before I am on her, blanketing her body with mine.

  My cock is throbbing ready to feel her clenching me tight, holding me hostage deep inside her walls.

  Our hands are roaming and exploring as we get tangled up in each other. Her skin is soft and silky much like my own. I never had much body hair to begin with but I keep my body smooth for my tattoos.

  Isa slides down underneath me, wiggling closer to my dick. Her hips buck against me and the head of my cock kisses her pussy lips. Fuck, she might be the death of me yet.

  She stills at the sensation of the connection shared between us. The heat of our desire is evident as her body slides against mine, both of us slick with sweat as we continue to grind, lick, kiss, and suck on each other.

  Pressing my knee between her legs, I tell her, “spread wide for me Isa.”

  Her knees part and I hook my arms under them and bury my head between her thighs. Running my nose along the curve of her pussy lips I inhale her intoxicating scent. She is so aroused and ready for me to make us one. I suck her clit into my mouth and her legs thrash. Isa scratches her nails down my back, moaning and breathing raggedly.

  I add my fingers to the foreplay, penetrating her tight cunt deep and she gasps, arching her back.

  “My princess, has such a tasty pussy, so fucking sweet,” I tell her sweeping my tongue over her sensitive spot. I lick her from front to back repeating the motion as my thick fingers work in and out of her velvety center.

  Her legs kick, her arms rub up and down her torso in ecstasy. “Oh God Tristian. I can’t. The pressure is building inside me,” she pleads trying to wiggle away from me, but loving the feeling too much to fight against me.

  “Isa, are you close?” I ask knowing she is straddling the edge.

  Her knees squeeze against me. Her body trembles and shakes as her orgasm rolls through her and coats my fingers.

  I grin up at her and slide my fingers out from her slick heat and shove them in her mouth.

  “See how sweet you taste Isabella, fucking perfection. Like a damn sugar high. Motherfucking euphoric.”

  She groans sucking her taste from my fingers.

  “Wow,” she breathes out after I pull my fingers out of her mouth and lie next to her. “Can we do that again?” She giggles hiding her face in the crook of my arm.

  “Fuck princess, that is just the preview.” I stroke her arm with my fingers as she snuggles against my side, laying her head against my chest, fitting against me perfectly.

  “Are you ready to learn the truth Isa? Are you ready to give yourself to me completely?”

  “Tristian I’ve been ready to be yours since you walked into the bookstore and shook my world up.”

  Chapter 20

  ISABELLA

  I watch Tristian as he returns to bed after removing my pearls, lighting a candle and turning off the light. He’s so beautiful, I could cry looking at him. His tattoos are pure art. The candlelight flickers casting his shadow against the wall, my very own angel of darkness. The bed dips as he crawls back into the center of the bed next to me. He places a single kiss against my temple and reaches over to his night stand. I can’t tell what he is doing. Something falls to the floor and he curses throwing his legs over the bed and reaching down to retrieve it. He holds a remote up to me.

  “I’ve been working on this for some time Isa.”

  He smiles laying his head next to mine. My heart leaps into my throat having no idea what the remote is for and what he has that can make me remember.

  He clicks his
remote control and tells me to look up at the ceiling. I look over noticing the glow and hum from a projector and my eyes flicker to the ceiling like a moth drawn to a flame.

  A song begins to play; I recognize the tune. I have heard Tristian whistle and hum the familiar melody. Images begin to pop up of a healthy little boy. I steal a glance at Tristian. “Is that you?”

  He has light hair and big blue eyes, taking after the woman who is holding him.

  “Just watch,” he whispers against my ear, kissing the lobe and licking me lightly, trailing his tongue down my neck and to my breasts.

  I push his face away. “I’m trying to watch.”

  “Better pay attention princess, there will be a quiz.” His teeth clamp down on my nipple tugging as warmth pools in my core.

  “That’s not fair when you are getting me all riled up.” I grab his erection; his delicate flesh is warm against my palms. He twitches against my fingers and jerks away from me.

  “I told you to watch.” He rolls over top of me, pinning me to the mattress, and I avert my attention from his body and back to the images flashing above our heads.

  My heart races as the images begin to change, the young boy begins to grow but he is so pale. I feel sad for him, he is so somber in his pictures, lonely even. I watch above as Tristian teases my senses with his mouth and fingers. My emotions are so confused, I’m so turned on by Tristian right now but my heart aches for the lonely boy in the photograph. A tear slips down my cheek.

  “Why are you sad Isa?”

  “Because you were.”

  He kisses the corner of my mouth and lays his head down on my breasts. A little girl appears next; she has beautiful flowers adorning her brown hair. I can’t see her face though. Tristian and the girl are holding hands walking away from the camera.

  Suddenly, Tristian grabs my hands lacing his fingers in mine, holding our joined hands above my head. His length is throbbing against my core. The pictures move faster and faster as Tristian grinds against me harder.

  The girl’s face flashes on the ceiling quickly…disappearing before I have a chance to really get a glimpse of her. The picture flickers and fades out like a candle burning out.

  Tristian as a boy is back on the ceiling, maybe ten or so, but so skinny and his eyes seem hollow. He’s in a hospital bed. It fades out to him and the girl, but I still can’t see what she looks like but she seems so familiar. She is sniffing blue roses.

  I look to Tristian watching him watching me, his eyes lustful and ready to take me.

  He looks away breaking my gaze, I blink and he continues to tease me. My mind is working overtime, trying hard to remember and concentrate on the feelings he has awakened deep inside of me. I’m so hot. I’m so shaken up on the inside.

  Tristian is rubbing the head of his dick over my slit. I arch my back and wiggle my butt trying to fit closer to him. I push his head down to my shoulder so I can continue to watch without him obstructing my view.

  He appears in a wheelchair now. He is at a piano and the little girl is listening to him play. She is wearing a white dress like Tristian dresses me in. The little girl is me. I sob as the realization hits me, that she is me and I am her and yet I can’t remember any of these photographs. My chest shudders and Tristian hugs me tight, trying to kiss my tears away.

  “Why can’t I remember?”

  “Open up your mind and your heart Isa, let me in,” Tristian demands. “Give yourself over to me. Let your past and present meet.” With restless hands he praises my body, marking my skin with his teeth, my heart bruised by his words, I surrender to his tongue.

  I wrap my arms around him in return. His cock is pushing against me and I want him inside me so badly.

  His mouth is on my neck and we are both breathing so hard. Desire takes over and he pushes in gently.

  “You okay?” He asks out of concern.

  “Are you sure it will fit. It’s rather large.” I’m no expert but I don’t think he can fit.

  He shoves my knees to the side and grunts as he pushes in filling me deep. It hurts, it burns, it’s amazing. He stills as I hold on to him for dear life, watching our childhood play out over our heads.

  It’s too much, the pictures, him. I’m drowning in my emotions and the sensations my body is feeling from his invasive hold on me.

  “Close your eyes and relax,” he says trying to comfort me.

  My head falls back on the pillow and I close my eyes. The slide show playing on loop inside my head along with the flashes I have had recently. I try to make them fit as Tristian moves against me. His body rocks harder and faster against mine and I let go of the visions dancing in my head and concentrate on the beating of our hearts working together. I thrust up against him, slapping my body against his.

  “Fuck princess, you feel so damn good.”

  I can only moan in response I am afraid if I attempt to speak I won’t say anything coherent. His weight presses against me but not too heavy, he is supporting most of his weight with his arms. He nips at my bottom lip and I bite him back feeling more in the moment now.

  I don’t know what I am doing, I am just going with what my body feels is right, and follow Tristian’s lead.

  I kiss his mouth tenderly, sliding my tongue against his as he slows his movements. He breaks our connection briefly catching his breath.

  “Goddamn I am about to burst,” he says slamming into me hard and fast. Our bodies rock, sliding on the sheets. He grabs my hips holding me where he wants me. His cock pounding into me viciously without relent.

  He grunts and growls like an animal, perspiration dripping down his forehead. Warmth pools between my legs as he collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap. He pulls his dick out. “Fuck, Isa can’t stop cumming.” Tristian jerks his cock in his hands against my thigh, raising up on his knees and shooting his sticky mess all over my belly.

  His nostrils are flared as he struggles to catch his breath. I lay wonder struck at what we just shared. My eyes flicker to the ceiling, the screen is paused on the two of us, sitting in this bed. He is so ill but has the biggest grin on his face, and I have a book in my hand, Jack, the Great Pumpkin King.

  I smile at the beauty of it all, but I still can’t remember any of it.

  Tristian begins to stir having recovered, he kisses my lips softly, leaving the room to return with a damp cloth. He cleans me up with such care, being affectionate and sweet, planting kisses randomly on my body.

  I hate to end the moment but I need the bathroom.

  **

  Back in bed lying next to Tristian I feel at peace. I’m snuggled into his chest, my pelvic area is a bit sensitive and sore but wow, so worth it. He worshiped my body as a man should praise a woman. Elsabeth always said that was how things are for her with Felix, she said he was such an attentive lover.

  I am on the verge of sleep as I reminisce in the past hour. A smile plays at my lips feeling the warmth of his body next to mine.

  Tristian curls his arm around my waist. “Penny for your thoughts Isa.”

  “I like sleeping next to you,” I admit.

  “I like it too princess.”

  He leans over me and kisses me roughly, cupping my breast in his hand. “Do you remember?”

  “I’m trying Tristian. I want to. I know we are the ones in the photos, but I’m sorry. I can’t, not yet. Maybe if I talk to Papi...”

  He pinches my nipple roughly, twisting it and bites my bottom lip a little too rough.

  “I think more drastic measures are in order.”

  I tense afraid to ask what his definition of drastic is.

  He begins planting kisses over my torso.

  “Maybe I need to fuck you until you do.”

  He has grown hard again and moisture pools between my legs, wanting to feel him again so soon, even though right now I am Jell-O. I take his firm length into my hand and tug gently, guiding him back to my heated core. Tristian rocks into me, needing me just as much, if not more.

  Awkwardly he rolls
us, ending with him on his back and me on top.

  He is clutching my hips, moving me up and down slowly. I can hardly stand it he is filling me so deep and wide, but at the same time, it feels so good. “Ride me Isa,” he demands with a slap to my butt.

  I let him continue to guide me as I work up the courage to take control like he wants me to.

  He watches me with such adoration, and I gaze back mesmerized by the real feelings for me I can see he has locked away. I’ve hurt him, now I can see it fully. He has just been cold out of pain, but I will bring him back. I will remember and be strong enough to bring back what was lost between us.

  With one hand over his heart, I concentrate on the thumping in his chest. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, tickling his thigh with the tail of my braid and let my body take over.

  We moan, grunt and pant in unison as I rise and fall on him. He raises up into a sitting position, with the headboard for support. His strong arms wrap around me as my breasts smash against his chest.

  The sound of his ragged breathing is the most important sound on earth right now. Bringing him pleasure is my only goal. We grope and claw at each other needing to get closer. I could crawl inside him right now, we are so lost to each other in this moment and still not feel close enough to him. He shoves me to my back coming with me, blanketing me with his body. He kisses me so deep and primal. He is mine and I am his.

  “I want behind you, gonna, tug on your hair while I come all over your ass, Isa.”

  We disentangle with Tristian telling me to get on all fours. He presses my head down firmly on the mattress, telling me to arch my lower back and lift my butt. I feel so exposed but wanted. He pushes my legs apart, settling between them and spreading my cheeks. The head of his cock teases at my rear.

  I press back in response and he groans. “You aren’t ready for that princess.”

  He slides inside my pussy, with his arm under my stomach supporting our weight. He pushes forward and I bite the sheets as he stretches me. I tighten around him, holding him prisoner inside my walls.