Captured by Bosses - Chapter 5: The Deal | Free Erotic Story

Tessa lay sprawled on the couch, legs shaky, her pussy tender and slick with Ryder’s cum. Her throat burned from Cole’s cock, her tits ached from their hands, and sweat glued her skin to the leather. The city lights glowed outside the penthouse windows, calm and cold against the hot mess inside. She felt wrecked—used up—but alive, every nerve still humming. Ryder sank onto the couch beside her, his broad chest rising slow, his dick soft now but still heavy against his thigh. Cole flopped on her other side, grinning like a bastard, his fingers trailing lazy circles on her leg. “Fuck, Tessa,” Cole said, voice rough. “You took us like a champ.” She glared, too tired to snap back, her breath ragged. Her cunt twitched at his touch, traitor that it was, and she hated how her body still wanted more. Ryder’s hand slid up her spine, warm and steady, and she shivered, caught between them again. “You’re good,” Ryder said, low and serious. His blue eyes locked on hers, no smirk this time. “Not just at this. At the job. We want you closer—new role, bigger pay. With us.” Her stomach flipped. Closer? After this? She’d fucked them, screamed for them, let them own her body—and now they wanted more than her cunt? Cole’s fingers crept higher, brushing her pussy, teasing her clit slow and soft. “Stay,” he murmured, leaning in, his lips grazing her ear. “We’ll fuck you right, every time.” Her breath hitched, her vagina stirring despite the ache. Ryder’s hand moved to her neck, thumb stroking her pulse, and his cock twitched, hardening against her hip. “Say yes,” he said, voice like gravel. “You’re ours now.” She stared at them, heart pounding. Her pussy was sore, dripping their mess, but his touch—both their touches—lit her up again. Cole’s finger slipped inside her, gentle this time, and she moaned, soft and broken. Ryder leaned in, kissing her neck, his stubble scraping her skin, and she felt his penis stiffen more, hot against her. “Think about it,” Ryder whispered, pulling back. “Morning’s coming. You’ve got ‘til then.” Cole’s finger slid out, leaving her empty, and he licked it clean, smirking. “Sleep on it, baby. Or don’t sleep.” He winked, sprawling back, his dick half-hard again like he could go anytime. Tessa’s head spun. Her body buzzed—tender, raw, alive. The skyline glittered outside, dawn creeping closer, and she felt it—the pull. Freedom tugged one way, their heat the other. She’d been captured, fucked senseless, and now they offered more—money, power, them. Her clit pulsed, her nipples tightened, and fuck, she didn’t know what to do. She sat up, shaky, pulling her torn blouse around her. “I need a minute,” she muttered, voice hoarse. They watched her, Ryder’s eyes dark, Cole’s playful, both hungry. She stood, legs wobbly, and stumbled to the window, staring out at the city. Her pussy ached, her heart raced, and behind her, she heard them shift—waiting. The night was done, but the choice wasn’t. She could walk away, leave this madness, or step back into their heat, their hands, their cocks. Her body knew what it wanted. Her mind? That was the bitch of it.