Claimed & Controlled: (Biker MC BBW Erotica) Read Free

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.