I leant my head back and opened my mouth. He tipped the glass up to me, and I stuck my tongue out and waggled it seductively at the rim, taking my time to trace my tongue along it. The leader's face was transfixed for a second, but then he regained control over himself and put the glass down.
"You obviously know my name. So what's yours?” I said.
"Call me Brad."
"Is that your real name?"
"What do you think? Do kidnappers give their real names to their victims?”
"How are we supposed to talk properly if you won’t tell me your real name."
"We're not going to talk," he said, and then turned his back to me and walked over to the couch.
That was the last thing he said to me for a while, but mercifully he didn't put the stocking back on. I watched him as he drank beer and smoked, his mouth forming an O shape as he blew smoke rings toward the ceiling. Every so often he'd throw a glance my way when he thought I wasn't looking.
After a few hours the room door opened, and the gravely-voiced man stepped in. He was exactly what I imagined; a mean looking son of a bitch. He had a scar across his forehead and a bolt through his nose. He was obviously the older of the two, which made me wonder why Brad was the leader.
"You're back early." said Brad.
"I couldn't settle." said gravelly voice.
Brad sat up. "Well it's good you're back because I've been thinking. I want to get this bitch out of here. Let's ring up her daddy and get our ransom."
I could tell from the way he spoke that he didn’t mean this. He didn’t think I was a bitch, and he didn’t want me out of there. He was just scared of what I could do to him if he kept me around much longer. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
**
"You've got to fight all your battles yourself." That was something dad had said to me on more than one occasion as I grew up, and he applied the mantra to everything. When I was getting picked on in school - you've got to fight your own battles. When the college was threatening to kick me out - you've got to fight your own battles.
Brad 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. Brad 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 Governor! 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 secretive whispers and walked toward me. The other one had a scowl on his face, but Brad was smiling.
"What's your father’s number?" he said.
I almost laughed. After all of this, they really didn't have a plan at all. They were so unprepared for the whole enterprise that they were asking their kidnap victim for help getting their ransom. The ludicrousness of the situation got the better of me and I let a laugh escape my mouth.
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.
Brad took a step forward.
"Cool it," he said.
The other one dug his hands tighter into my shoulder blades. Brad grabbed his friend by the shoulder and pulled him back. I was surprised by Brad’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.
Brad stepped forward and out his hands lightly on my shoulders. I could feel his rough fingers in my naked shoulder blades, and the contact sent a flutter through me.
"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. Brad picked up his phone, dialled it in and then waited. I'd given him my dad’s office number, because that's where he spent eighteen hours of his day. Sometimes he even slept there.
My dad must have picked up because soon Brad was pacing the room talking. The conversation lasted five minutes and Brad's face grew angrier as it went on. I wondered what dad was saying to him. Would he even believe that they had me? Would he pay them the money?
Brad hung up the phone. He seemed to take a few seconds to compose himself, and then he turned to me. His face was grave.
"You got a problem," he said.
I knew already what the problem was. My dad wasn't going to pay up. It was written in Brad’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."
Suddenly I realised that Brad wasn't the leader, I had been mistaken thinking that. The other guy called the shots here. He was the dangerous one. Brad was tough, but his friend was tougher.
I searched my brain for a solution. There was no way I could untie myself and even if I somehow got out of here Brad had a motorbike, so he'd catch me within minutes. There had to be something else I could do. I looked at Brad. He was a man, and there were some things men liked more than money. Something I could give to him. Something that it wouldn't be so bad to give, heck I would probably enjoy it. I wondered if my body could get me out of here.
“Can you at least untie my hands?” I said. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere; you’ve got my feet tied.”
He paused and thought about it. I flashed him a sweet smile and bit my lip in what I hoped was a coy manner. It had the desired effect, because soon he stood in front of me and started to cut at the rope that tied my wrists. He sawed through it with a penknife, and as he put in more effort his groin got nearer to my face. Soon I heard a snap as Brad’s knife slid through the rope and the material fell to the floor.
My hands free at last, I stretched out my fingertips. My wrists ached from where the restraints had dug in to them, and my arms felt heavy from being in the same position for hours. Brad took a step back and I know I had to take my chance now or he’d move too far away.
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 suddenness of my movements caught him by surprise. Before he could react I brought my right hand up to the front of his pants and rubbed at his bulge. His face changed now as he realised what was happening. A smile and an excitement settled in place of the surprise, and he seemed to relax as though he wanted to see where this was going.
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. Brad 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.
Brad 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 Brad. 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 Brad 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 went slowly, teasing my way along the length of his prick. Then as I felt his hand grip my head tightly I went faster.
Brad was the one who broke free first. He took off his biker jacket and threw it across the room. He wore a short sleeve black t-shirt, but this was soon removed and he stood naked down to the waist, his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs and his dick big 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. Brad’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 the nubs of my tits. I groped down for his cock, taking it in my hand and jerking it 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. Brad 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.
Brad 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.
Brad 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. Brad’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. Brad 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 Brad’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-tremors of orgasm. He leaned in close so that his sweat-covered 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 brad 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 Brad.
I reached up and stroked his face. He moved his mouth toward my finger and started to suck, and the sensation sent a little jolt that started at my toes and carried on moving through 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 shove, then stood up and started to get dressed. In a minute he was back in his biker gear, and I realised how good the black leather looked on him and how much I enjoyed seeing it.
"I don't know if I can let you go," he said.
"If it's your friend your worried about, just say I got loose and escaped."
Brad laughed. "Yeah, that's likely. That a girl like you could over power me."
"I don't know, there was a second back there were I had you completely at my mercy."
Brad sat down next to me. He took my head in his hands and pulled me close to him until our lips touched, then he have me a long, desperate kiss.
"That's why I don't think I can let you go. I need to see you again."
I thought about it. There was no doubt at all that I would do this again with him. Hell, I felt like I could do it again right that minute. I couldn’t help wondering that if it was so fantastic the first time we slept together, imagine how much better we could get?
"We can still see each other if I go." I said.
He shook his head. "Not out there we can't. You're the Governor’s daughter and I'm a biker. Imagine the gossip."
"Nobody would ever have to know."
I didn't really believe what I was saying. With my dad being the Governor, there was always a local newspaper asking me for quotes on a latest policy of his. I was too much in the public eye, and if I started hanging round with a leather-wearing, motorbike-riding tough guy, it would cause all kinds of trouble to dad’s career.
But then, did I actually care? He hadn't given a shit about me when he refused to cough up for my ransom. His stupid principles and life lessons were more important to him than his own daughter. I was a grown woman. I could make whatever bad decisions I wanted. I looked at Brad and made a decision right there and then.
"You know what," I said, "I think I'll stay for a while. I kinda like it here. I like the company."
Brad broke out into a big smile. I got the impression I’d just made one of the biggest decisions of my life. Whether it was good or bad, I didn't know, but it felt dangerous. That was enough for me.
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