Beauty & The Biker

“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.

“You’ve been a bad girl, but you also did as I asked where Gabe was concerned. You get to ask one thing of me Isa and one thing only, before your punishment comes. You can get up and face me.”

Pushing myself from the table, my nakedness fully on display I turn to face him. “Kiss me Tristian,” I demand placing my hands on his leather vest.

He smiles, amused or feeling complimented. I’m not rightly sure which he is feeling. I lick my bottom lip and bite into it feeling nervous. If he refuses, I don’t know what I’ll do. I feel on the verge of combustion.

“I offer you any one thing and all you ask me for is a kiss. My sweet princess you could have asked me to wipe your father’s debt clean.” He laughs as his words sink in.

If I had asked, would he have given it to me?

I don’t get to think further on it as he cups my chin and cocks his head to the side leaning in.

Calculated and slow his mouth draws me near. His lips touch softly against mine at first. His fingers cradle my face, as he slowly tastes my lips. We both moan in appreciation of the other as he pulls back slightly.

His eyes meet mine and that is it before our mouths crash together. His tongue probes between my parted lips and caresses mine in a lover’s embrace. He grabs my butt and hooks his arms behind my knees, breaking our kiss briefly as he hoists me up around his waist. I cater to his need and wrap my legs around him.

Our mouths collide again as he lays me back on the table. My foot hits the cart holding the dishes and they fall to the floor shattering, but Tristian doesn’t even bother looking over his shoulder. His mouth connects with mine again and I want nothing more than to be owned by him. Right here. Right now.

I jerk at his leather cut and slide it down his arms I need to feel his skin against mine. “Take off your shirt,” I demand panting, eager and waiting to see what lies underneath his clothes. I’ve only seen the tattoos covering his hands, arms, neck, and head. I want to strip him naked and study him from head to toe, committing every inch of him to memory, so that when this is over, I have all of him, to remember our time together by.

He doesn’t hesitate giving me what I want. He stands and pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor.

He’s beautiful. Every inch of his skin is inked. His body is a pure work of art showcasing his body from the inside out. His ribs, every muscle, and his heart is pictured. “I just want to look at you for a minute,” I plead as he closes the gap between our bodies, claiming my mouth, my body, my heart, and my soul.

“You want me to stop or you want me to continue Isa, you can look later,” he promises.

“Don’t stop,” I answer digging my feet into his hips wanting his pants off and for him to take me fully. I’m ready to be owned by him and give him anything he wants.

He raises back up pulling out the chair he is standing next to and scoots it in front of me before sitting down. He tugs on my hands and pulls me into his lap. I am straddling his thighs and grinding down on him over his jeans as he kisses me. I’m on fire, burning with desire for this man.

“You are so damn sexy princess,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Not so bad yourself.” My hands go to his zipper. I’ve been waiting my whole life to be made love to and I am tired of waiting. “Take me Tristian,” I beg. His thick erection slides between my hands. I am desperate for him to have his way with me. He feels so so good, so big, and so strong. I would have never imagined us being in this position a week ago.

I am ready to sink down on him when he grabs my hands. “Stop Isa, not yet, not here.”

“Where then?”

“Not here,” he answers keeping me from sinking down on his cock.

“Tristian if you don’t make love to me right now, I might die of frustration.”

“Be patient and don’t die. I pro

mise when I have you, the wait will be well worth it.” He trails his finger down my spine and cups my face with his other hand giving me a chaste kiss. “Now get up and clean this shit up.”