Captured by Bosses - Chapter 1: The Setup | Free Erotic Story

Tessa Grant cursed under her breath as she hit “save” on her spreadsheet. 8:47 p.m. glowed on her phone screen, the office dark except for the hum of her desk lamp. Everyone else at Kane & Vaughn Inc. had bolted hours ago, but she’d stayed late, chasing a deadline. Dumb move. Her heels clicked on the polished floor as she grabbed her bag, ready to call it a night. Then her phone buzzed—a text from Ryder Kane himself: Top floor. Now. Her stomach flipped. Ryder didn’t mess around. Neither did Cole Vaughn. The president and VP ran this place like kings—hard, cold, and way too hot for their own good. She’d caught their stares before, lingering on her legs or the way her blouse hugged her tits. She’d ignored it. Until now. The elevator ride to the top floor felt like forever, the glass walls showing off New York’s glittering skyline. When the doors slid open, the suite was dim, all sleek lines and shadows. Ryder stood by the bar, pouring whiskey, his dark stubble catching the light. Cole leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his green eyes locked on her like a hunter. The door clicked shut behind her—locked. “Late night, Tessa?” Ryder’s voice was low, rough, a growl that hit her right between the legs. He stepped closer, all muscle in his tight shirt, and she caught a whiff of his cologne—woodsy, sharp, dizzying. “Deadline,” she snapped, clutching her bag tighter. “What’s this about?” Cole smirked, pushing off the desk. “Oh, we’ve got a deadline too. Been watching you strut around in those tight skirts, mouthing off like you own the place.” He moved in, circling her, his lean frame coiled with energy. “Time’s up.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “You’re crazy. I’m leaving.” She turned for the door, but Ryder’s hand shot out, grabbing her waist. His grip was firm, hot through her blouse, and fuck if it didn’t make her pussy clench. “Not yet,” he said, pulling her back. His body pressed against hers, and she felt it—his dick, hard as steel through his pants, digging into her ass. “Feel that? It’s been waiting for you.” His breath scorched her neck, and her nipples stiffened, traitorously poking through her bra. “Let me go,” she hissed, but her voice shook. She hated how wet she was getting, her panties sticking to her cunt as heat pooled low. Cole stepped in front, lifting her chin with a finger. “Nah, you don’t want that.” His other hand slid up her skirt, slow and bold, brushing the edge of her soaked panties. “Fuck, Tessa, your cunt’s dripping already. You’ve been teasing us for months—those looks, that attitude. Admit it.” “No,” she spat, but her thighs trembled as his fingers grazed her slit, sending a jolt straight to her clit. She bit her lip, fighting a moan. Ryder’s hand tightened on her waist, his cock twitching against her, and she could picture it—thick, veiny, ready to split her open. Ryder chuckled, dark and dirty. “Liar. Your pussy’s begging for it.” He spun her around, pinning her against the bar, his blue eyes burning into hers. “Here’s the deal—one night. You give us what we want, or you’re out. No job, no references. Done.” Her breath hitched. Fired? She needed this gig—bills didn’t pay themselves. But this? This was insane. Cole’s hand stayed under her skirt, teasing her vagina through the fabric, and her hips bucked before she could stop them. “You’re assholes,” she growled, even as her body screamed yes. “Yep,” Cole said, grinning. He slipped a finger past her panties, stroking her wet folds, and she gasped, her clit throbbing under his touch. “But you’re gonna love it.” Ryder leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Say yes, Tessa. Let us fuck you right.” His dick pressed harder against her ass, a promise she couldn’t unfeel. She glared at them, chest heaving, her mind a mess of rage and lust. Her pussy ached, her nipples begged, and damn it, she was trapped—by them, by herself. “Fine,” she spat, voice shaking. “One night.” Cole’s grin widened, wicked and wild. “Good girl.” His finger dipped deeper, and Ryder’s hands slid up to her tits, squeezing. The city lights glowed outside, but in here, it was all heat, all hell, and she was already falling.