Beauty & The Biker (12 page)

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.

A gentle tug on my braid and then a much stronger yank, makes me cry out.

Tristian pulls out only to slam into me with full force, gripping my braid. He jerks my head back for a kiss and repeats the act. His hand slides up to my breasts, massaging softly then roughly, before traveling down to my clit. He brings me up with his chest pressed to my back as he fondles my sweet spot, whispering sweet nothings and dirty things in my ear.  My head falls back resting on his shoulder.

“Want you coming hard for me Isabella,” he grits out between breaths.

He shoves me to all fours again and goes at me hard and fast. He slides in and out without mercy.

The pressure mounts as he pumps faster. Sweat trickles from his brow and down my spine, ending the trail at the crack of my butt.

Warmth pools in my center and down my thighs as we both find the release we seek. Tristian rolls over next to me and takes the cloth from earlier to wipe the wetness from my thighs. I fall asleep before he can get a word out.

His lips pressing to mine is the last thing I register before I am out cold.

And for the first time since I arrived here I sleep soundly.

Chapter 21

Isabella

Groaning and stretching my body is stiff and sore, with aches and pains I’ve never felt before. The slow humming of music grows louder as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. Blinking, my eyes try to adjust to the dark room. Stretching my hand out for Tristian I find I am no longer sharing his bed. The hard floor greets me instead. 

Panicking I feel my way forward coming to a stop at the iron gate. He’s locked me in the dungeon. The
prick
! After the night we shared what’s wrong with him!

Banging my hands against the iron it rattles and clangs but doesn’t budge. The music grows louder and the cellar light flickers on nearly blinding me.

I blink a few times as my vision attempts to adjust to the change. Hearing the heavy thumping of Tristian’s boots on the stairs echoing all around me, I feel trapped and confused.

“Good morning princess,” he calls coming into my view. He reaches a finger through the opening in the bars and caresses my cheek. I snap at him intent on biting him, when he touches my lips. “Easy,” he coos at me with a frown.

“Why Tristian?”

“Told you Isa, drastic measures may be necessary. Now you know what we can have if only you’d remember.”

“I’ll never forgive you if you don’t let me out right now Tristian. I mean it.”

“I want to let you out princess I do, but you can’t remember and I can’t forget.” And with that he stalks back up the stairs.

The music blares louder, drowning out his steps. Crumbling, I fall to the floor with my head resting against the wall next to the gate. I refuse to cry. I gave Tristian the inner most parts of me and he throws it in my face with his mind games.

I can’t remember and he can’t forget. My ass is numb, my throat is dry and I am out of tears. The music stops and then begins once more playing on a loop. My head is pounding, I’m thirsty and I have to pee.

The images of us as children dance through my head as I struggle to breathe, my anxiety is at an all-time high. The fear of smothering down here is all too real. I feel as if the walls are closing in dangerously close. In reality I know they haven’t moved but in my mind they are about to crush me.

Tristian and Isa. Isa and Tristian, I can see a tiny hand scribbling our names. My tiny hand. Blue rose petals shower over my head and scatter in the wind. Looking around I see the greenhouse and Mrs. Vandacamp arranging baskets and pots of flowers with my grandma Iris.

Unsure if I am dreaming or remembering the past, I press my fingers against my temples, humming with the music, counting in time with it.  Tristian’s bony, pale ten-year-old fingers move along the keys never missing a stroke as I tap my feet next to him.

Now it’s snowing and he is seated behind me on a sled as we go down a small hill. I hold up my arms, cheering as he holds on tight to me. His legs stiff and unmoving around me.

Hot cocoa with marshmallows is served and Tris is resting in bed. I climb up next to him and read him a passage from my favorite book, The Pumpkin King. I tease him trying to make him laugh. “You look just like Jack.”

His mouth curls and he smiles.

“I’m going to marry him when I get big. Ari says that is a stupid dream to have but I don’t care.” I stand up in the middle of the bed to twirl and fall down on Tristian’s legs and he doesn’t even feel the contact.

“It isn’t stupid Isa. I will be there when you do.”

I squeeze his neck and my grandma comes to take me home. “Get down out of the bed, Tristian needs his rest.”

My mind keeps moving from one place to the next. Now I am in my grandma’s loud car. It sounds like a farting bumble bee rumbling down the road.

“Lita, is Tris going to die?”

“No sweet girl you shouldn’t say such things.”

“He doesn’t smile big anymore,” I pout. My Lita pats my leg and I smile real big at her. I love my Lita she is the best. She takes me with her to the castle cause I am special and her favorite. Ari and Elsa get jealous.

At my parent’s house Mama is sitting at the kitchen table when we come in. My sisters are fixing dinner with Papi and fighting over the seasoning.

“You always use too much pepper Ari!” Elsa is shouting and shoving her away from the stove. Papi steps between them grabbing the spoon from Elsa and the pepper from Ari.

Mama says she isn’t feeling well and goes to bed without eating. I hope she isn’t getting sick like Tristian, he never wants to eat and sleeps a lot too.

I’m in my room brushing my doll’s hair and getting her pretty. I am going to give her to Tristian to take with him. He is going away to have surgery. He is getting his legs back and then we can laugh, run, and play as we used to. He is going to teach me how to climb trees. He promised. I want to climb up to the highest branch and read while looking down at the world. I told Tristian when he gets his legs back we can sit on top of the world together amongst the moon and the stars and no one can keep us apart. He pinky promised. My daddy doesn’t like Tristian says I spend too much time with him.

Mama and my Lita tell him that he is overreacting. I gave Tristian a kiss on the mouth and Papi heard Lita telling Mama how sweet we are and Papi was furious. He is arguing with Lita now. “She isn’t coming today!” he roars.

“The boy is going away Hector. Let her say her goodbye. What if the boy dies?” Then how will you feel knowing you kept her from having her goodbye?”

I fly out of my room with tears streaming down my face. “Tristian can’t die. He won’t you promised me Lita. Don’t say that!” I punch and thrash at my father. “I am going with my Lita. I need to see Tristian. I gotta give him my princess Sally to keep him safe.”

Papi is holding me trying to restrain me. Lita is giving him the look. The one a mama gives when you know you did wrong.

“It isn’t good for her, look at her...” I am squirming in his arms with snot running down my chin. “I don’t like it and this is the last time. Isa won’t be going back after today.”
Lita takes my hand leading me from Papi as I wipe my tears on the sleeve of my white dress.

I am standing in the driveway at Vandacamp Mansion as Tristian gets in the van that is to take him and his Mom to the airport. I reach him my Sally princess doll and tell him, “Sally is good at stitching herself together, she can stitch your legs back too.”

“Thank you Isa,” he says softly with a tear in his eye.

It rolls down his cheek as I let go of his hand. “I’ll miss you. Don’t cry Tristian.” I kiss his tear away, wishing I could go with him.

I watch with Lita as he drives away, waving them goodbye. His father is nowhere to be seen he is a hateful man. He scares me. I don’t like the way he looks at me when I play with Tristian in the library. Lita pulls me into the big house and I stick to her side while she cleans. This place is even more cold and empty now that Tris is gone.  I can feel his father’s eyes on me as my Lita, Iris, cleans the library. I stay seated in the corner with my book until she has finished for the day.

Angelo Vandacamp comes over to me and tells me I am prettier than all the girls he has ever seen and he has traveled, a lot. He tells me to spin his globe and stop it at any point.

I get up from my chair and do as he says. The globe swirls in a circle and I bring it to a stop on New York.  “That’s where Tristian is!” I squeal with wide eyes. And I wonder if he is thinking of me too.

His father frowns and walks away when I shout my excitement.

In the car I ask Lita about Tristian’s surgery. “Is he being cut open right now? Do they give him that pink liquid stuff I had last year to make him feel better?”

“I don’t know Isa. You are chatty this evening.” She shivers looking away from the road to adjust the heat.

I look away and see a deer up ahead. “Lita look at the deer, is that a buck?”

She looks up just as he leaps into the hood of the car. Lita slams on the brakes but it’s too late. A hoof comes through the glass. The car spins losing control. We spin going off the road and smash into a tree. The crunching of metal and wood smashing into each other grates my ears. And my head slams into the dashboard. I look to my Lita her head is resting on the steering wheel as the horn blares, echoing in the forest. Blood trickles down her forehead and runs over her lifeless eyes.

I scream out her name, “Lita!” And then there is nothing but darkness and silence.

The memories playback through my head faster and faster. Tristian, blue roses, Jack The Pumpkin King, my Lita, Papi screaming, the blood, and snow. The music fades softly as my heart hammers in my chest.