Claimed & Controlled: (Biker MC BBW Erotica) (2 page)

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"You've got to fight all your battles yourself." That had been my father’s motto over the years. He was a big believer in doing things for yourself, which of course is what he had done when he was younger. He had started with nothing and risen to Senator, and no one had given him a helping hand. Consequently he never gave me a helping hand either. I had to sink or swim on my own.
 

Rane and the other one were at the other end of the room talking in hushed tones. I looked at them and was surprised at how different they were. The other one was exactly what I'd imagined a biker to look like, and I'd taken a disliking to him. Rane on the other hand...In any other setting I could see myself getting a crush on him. He was gorgeous, blonde, and he had rough stubble lining his jaw. He had a sensitivity about him, but at the same time he looked tough. He wore his biker leathers well, and if we'd met on the street and he asked me to jump on the back of his bike, I'd definitely hop on and wrap my arms around his waist.
 

I had to stop thinking like this. I had to remember what he'd done. He had kidnapped me for God’s sake! He was a felon, he had abducted the daughter of a US Senator! Who knew what else he got up to? I knew that bikers were into all kinds of criminal activity, from selling guns all the way up to murder. I knew he was extremely bad news for me, but at the same time I felt myself becoming attracted to him.
 

They stopped their hushed whispering and started walking toward me. The harsh one had a nasty frown on his face, but Rane had a big grin.
 

"What's your father’s number?" he said.
 

The situation was almost funny now. After all of this show of toughness, the risk they’d taken in snatching the daughter of a US Senator off the streets, they still didn’t have a proper plan to follow. They were complete amateurs. The ridiculousness of the situation got to me and I felt a smirk spread on my lips.
 

Seeing this, the other biker's face twisted into fury. He stormed up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and shook me. Any humour I found in the situation dissolved into cold spots of fear that slid up my arms and back. I could feel his hands dig into my shoulders, and I wished I could free myself and run.
 

"What's his damn number you little bitch?" he shouted.
 

Rane took a step forward.
 

"Chill out," he said.
 

The other one pressed his fingers tighter into my shoulder blades. Rane grabbed his friend by the shoulder and pulled him back. I was surprised by Rane’s strength, because his friend had a good fifty pounds on him.
 

"You've got to chill man. She ain't ever hurt us, and she's no good to us if we send her back bruised."
 

"Fuck it," said the other one. He walked away from us and out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
 

Rane walked up to me and put his hands lightly on my shoulders. Instead of fear, I felt a light fluttering in my stomach when his hands made contact with my thick skin

"Just give me the number, yeah? The sooner you do the sooner we can get our money. And then you can get out of here."
 

I gave him the number. Rane picked up his phone, dialled it in and then waited. I'd given him my father’s office number, because that's where he spent eighteen hours of his day. Sometimes he even slept there.
 

My father must have picked up because soon Rane was pacing the room talking. The conversation lasted five minutes and Rane's face grew angrier as it went on. I wondered what father was saying to him. Would he even believe that they had me? Would he pay them the money?
 

Rang put the phone down. He spent a few seconds pulling himself together before he turned to face me. The phone call hadn’t ended with good news. There was a serious look on his face.
 

"You got a problem," he said.
 

I knew already what the problem was. My father wasn't going to pay up. It was written in Rane’s face, he had a look of disappointment over his failed plan. Or maybe it was guilt over what he was going to have to do to me. I mean, he couldn't exactly let me go now. I had seen his face, and a face like his would burn into any woman’s memory. He wasn't the sort of guy you could just forget.
 

"You could just let me go. I wouldn't say anything," I tried.
 

He shook his head.
 

"But why? There's nothing I could say, I don't even know where I am!"
 

"It's not me... It's him. There's no damn way he’ll let you go."
 

Rane wasn’t the leader of the two, I realised. The other guy was. Rane might have been tough, but his friend was tougher, and he was also infinitely crueller. This wasn’t good. When he friend came back he would get angry, and then I would be in serious trouble.

I searched my brain for a solution. There was no way I could untie myself and even if I somehow got out of here Rane had a bike, so he'd catch up to me within seconds. There had to be something else I could do. I looked at Rane. He was a man, and there were some things men liked more than cash, something I could give to him. It was something that it wouldn't be so bad to give, hell I would probably enjoy it. I wondered if my big body could be the solution to getting me out of here.

“Can you at least untie my hands?” I said. “It’s not like I’m going any place; you’ve got my feet strapped.”

He paused and considered what I was saying. I flashed him a sweet grin and bit my lip in what I hoped was a sexy way. It had the desired effect, because soon he stood in front of me and started to cut at the rope that held my arms. He sawed through it with a pocket knife, and as he put in more effort in his groin moved nearer to my face. Soon I heard a snap as Rane’s knife slid through the rope and the material collapsed to the floor, freeing my arms.

My hands free at last, I stretched out my fingertips. My wrists hurt from where the restraints had dug in to them, and my arms felt weighted from being in the same position for ages. Rane took a step back and I know I had to take my opportunity now or he’d move too far away for me to do anything. It was time to put my plan into action.

I leant forward at the waist and with my left hand I took hold of his belt. I shot a quick glance at him and there was a millisecond of shock in his face and a little bit of fear as the speed of my movements caught him by surprise. Before he could do anything I brought my right hand up to the front of his jeans and massaged his growing erection. His expression altered now as he realised what was going on. A smile and an excited look formed in place of the shock, and he seemed to relax as though he wanted to see where this was heading.

As I massaged the bulge in his pants I felt unsure of myself. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, because I’d never been so forward with a guy before. Rane was a biker and he’d probably had hundreds of girls, and most of them would be a lot filthier than me. I didn’t need to worry though because I soon felt his cock getting harder against my hand.

Rane stroked my hair and my face as I reached for the zip on his pants. I pulled it down slowly, teasing out the seconds and enjoying the anticipation as I waited to see his dick and feel how erect it was for me. I pulled the zip to the bottom and peeled back his pants. He wore tight waist-hugging boxers, and when I reached round and put my hands on his muscular ass I could feel that it sat tight against the material.

I looked up at Rane. He was staring at me eagerly, willing me to go on. I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out, stiff and held up by the force of his erection. As I leant forward to take it in my mouth I looked at Rane again and saw his eyes go wide, and then he sighed as I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and took all his dick in and ran my mouth and down along it. At first I took it teasingly slowly, inching my way seductively along the length of his cock. Then as I felt his hand grip my head tighter I sped up.

Rane was the one who broke free first. He took off his biker jacket and chucked it across the room. He wore a short sleeve black t-shirt, but this was soon taken off and he stood naked down to the waist, his pants and boxers pulled down his thighs and his dick large and tense.

“You’re going to have to cut my legs free if you want more.” I said.

He bent down and started to cut at the rope. Ten minutes ago my plan would have been to kick him in the face as soon as my legs were free and then run out of the room. Now all I could think of was getting his dick inside me.

He cut the last of the rope. I got straight to my feet. My body felt hot and my breath came out quickly. Rane’s eyes were wild with excitement now. His hands tore at my top and soon it was off and over my head. He unhooked my bra with the expertise of a man who had done it a thousand times before, and soon he had his hands all over my breasts, stroking and caressing them until I felt my nipples go hard at his touch.

He leant his head down and started to lick my pointed nipples. I groped down for his cock, taking it in my hand and jerking him off with a passionate frenzy. As my hand movements got quicker so did his tongue, and finally it was too much for me to handle because I was getting too hot and too wet. I unclipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Rane slipped his hand inside my panties and felt my slickness, his fingers teasing around my clit, and I arched my back as I felt them enter me.

Rane pulled away and took my hand. He took me over to the couch and pushed me onto it so that my breasts sunk into the fabric. I felt him rip my panties roughly down my legs and I stepped forward and let them drop onto the floor. I guided a teasing finger of my own up to my slit and felt how wet I was. Nobody had ever done this to me before.

Rane stood behind me and I could feel his dick as he guided it into me. I let out a gasp as he filled me and all of a sudden we were one body. His dick moved slowly inside of me and I could feel a fluttering feeling begin in my clit and then start to reverberate and spread throughout my body. Rane’s thrusts sped up and the fluttering turned into a tremble, and as I felt his dick move inside me I thought my legs were going to collapse underneath. I closed my eyes and my head became a fog. All I could think about was the intense pleasure and the way his dick felt.

It built up until I could hear screaming, and I soon realised that the screaming was coming from my own mouth. Rane groaned behind me and he kept thrusting inside, my slickness gushing around his cock. The trembling feeling shook my whole body and I knew was coming. I let out a loud scream and reached behind and grabbed Rane’s legs, the feeling hitting a peak as he pushed himself as far into me as he could go. When he reached the point deepest inside of me I felt him tense up, and there was the warm feeling of his come flooding me as his body shook with an intense orgasm, and mine shook with it.

He stayed inside of me as we both felt the after-shocks of our orgasms. He moved in close to me so that his sweat-beaded chest lay against my back, and he nibbled on my ear as we both rocked our bodies against each other.
 

The room was quiet except for the panting sounds we made while we both caught our breath. I could still feel a faint glow burning through me, and I had a sense of wholeness and fulfilment that I'd never felt before in my life. We were both lying on the settee now, and Rane had his arms around me.
 

I thought about what we'd just done and I guessed the natural thing would be to feel bad about it, ashamed even. I'd used my body to get something I wanted. I hadn't done it for love or romance or any of those things that were supposedly sacred to most people. Yet I couldn't help have a big smile on my face.
 

"What are you thinking?" said Rane.
 

I reached up and stroked his face. He moved his mouth toward my finger and started to suck on it, and the feeling of it sent a nice sensation that started at my feet and carried on moving through the rest of my body.
 

"I was wondering if you're going to let me go," I said.
 

He took my finger out of his mouth, then leant forward and kissed the top of my head. He gave me a gentle push, then got to his feet and started to get dressed. In a second he was back in his biker gear, and I realised how sexy the black leather looked on him and how much I loved seeing it.
 

"I don't know if I can let you go," he said.
 

"If it's your friend you’re worried about, just say I broke free myself and then I ran."