Claimed & Controlled: (Biker MC BBW Erotica) by Kirsten Paige

 
    I found it hard to breathe through the stocking that they’d pulled over my head. I sucked in air through the little pin holes in the garment, feeling momentary panic when I couldn’t get enough. They had put the stocking on me so that I couldn’t see anything, and in that regard it did its job. The only thing I could really make out was that I was in a room and there was some sort of light on. Beyond that, I had no idea where they had taken me.
 
    "Do you plan on keeping her here or are we gonna move her later on?" said a voice. It was rough and guttural, as though every word was spoken through a filter of cigarettes and harsh whiskey.
     
    "Where else would we put her? You want to take her home to meet your mum?" This voice was softer, but it had more authority to it. He was the boss of the pair.
 
    "I don't know, she's definitely good lookin’ enough to meet mom. Beats the trash I’ve taken back before now, anyway."
 
    "Don't start your mind wanderin’ down that road. Remember what we said we would do."
 
    "You mean the plan? Heh. What a joke. We got no clue about what we’re gonna do save for calling up her rich father and extorting some cash out of him."
 
    For some reason, hearing that they didn't have a definite plan made me even more uneasy, because that made it a crime of impulse, and as a recent graduate of a criminal behaviour major in college I’d heard time and time again that crimes of impulse were often violent. So if these guys didn’t have a plan, then they were acting on instinct, and I didn’t trust the instincts of a couple of bikers who had kidnapped me.
 
    I tried my best stay in control of my emotions. I could feel my pulse quicken as it sent blood rushing through my veins and there were little stabs of panic jabbing at my belly. It wouldn’t help me to panic, I was sure of that much. I needed to keep my head clear and in control, and then I could figure a way out of this. Perhaps at some point they’d remove the stocking and I could reason with them.
 
    "Course we have a plan," said the boss. "Let’s keep her here for a while until her father is worrying his important ass off, then we tell him he can have his daughter back if he gives us enough money. Get the asshole Senator to come up with the cash, then send his girl back to him in one piece."
 
    "That still ain't no plan. We didn't think this through. Who's going to keep watch over her?” said the one with the harsh whiskey voice.
 
    I hoped it wasn't him. There was a sense of meanness to his tone when he spoke, and I got the impression that to him I was nothing but an irritation. He was a dangerous man, and he'd probably think nothing of getting rid of me forever when all this was done. I didn't want to be left on my own with just me and him.
 
    "I'll look over her until the morning. Then we can sort out what the next best move is,” said the boss.
    Hearing this calmed me down a little Despite the situation there was a gentle quality to the boss's voice that reassured me, and somehow I knew that with him I'd be okay until the following morning.
 
    I heard steps walking away and then a door opened. More footsteps walked away, and then the door closed and a lock clicked. Having been unable to see for several hours now, my hearing was boosted and I was attuned to every little noise in the room. I could only hear one set of breathing in there, so I knew I was alone with the boss.
 
    I tried to think about things. Why was I here? Why me? Surely they could have taken any girl from the college, yet it was only me sat tied to the chair with a stocking over my head. It must have been the ransom they were talking about. My heart sank, because if that were true I was done for.
 
    My father was a regional Senator. He was an influential and opinionated person, and one of his passions was getting himself on the television and criticizing his various political opponents. He was a really strong person mentally. The poor