20. ~Caleb~

Almost there.

My hands and arms were killing me and not just on account of them being cuffed to the desk with not a lot of give—just enough where I could type and do Elijah's bidding. Well, what he thought was his bidding.

It was also because after my apparent submission to him, he'd stopped keeping me bound in a dark room for the majority of the day and night.

It was actually much worse than that.

At night, he'd taken to bringing me into his room to sleep beside him in his bed, wherein he bound my arms to the headboard, less out of worry for his safety now because he believed I was with him, that he'd managed to recondition me, but more so to reinforce his dominance and my submission by forcing me into that position.

When day came, he made me shower with him wherein he'd take pleasure in touching me as much as possible everywhere, fingering me, then forcing me to my knees and making me swallow his cock, wherein he'd then rip it from my mouth and then spray his cum all over me. Since that fucked-up day in the bath tub, he hadn't actually fucked me, or allowed me any release, just constantly teasing and keeping me on the edge.

It was no doubt another one of his psychological tactics.

Unfortunately for him, despite what he'd obviously garnered from my reputation, particularly the sexual aspect, he wouldn't be able to make any headway there.

He wasn't affecting me.

Because my mind was elsewhere.

On this task I was doing for him.

Facilitating a way for him to take King from the inside.

Or so he believed.

I finished up the final piece of code to one very vital aspect of the process, then sent it and subsequently hid it from view, as well as any evidence that I'd actually created it.

It proved to be just in time as the door to the room Elijah had made his guys outfit with all the top-of-the-line equipment that I needed, opened and I looked over my shoulder to see the madman himself striding on in with a coffee mug in hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.

He eyed my screen and frowned. "What's your progress?"

"Through one firewall, now onto the other." Sure, let's go with that.

"Good." He reached me and put the coffee mug down right in front of me. "This will assist with further progress."

I managed to finagle the mug into my grip and tilting my head at an awkward angle, I was able to take a couple of much-needed gulps.

He was there then, lighting a smoke then taking the mug away and sliding the cigarette between my lips. I took a drag, then he pulled it free for me as I savored the waft of smoke and the nicotine as it infused my system.

He continued helping me to smoke with my bound hands, silently watching me until the cigarette was down to the butt. He disposed of it, then pushed the coffee mug back to me, wherein I took another big gulp.

"Feel better?" he asked, as he pushed it off to the side so it wasn't in the way of my access to the keyboard.

"It'll help, yeah."

"I'll bring you breakfast shortly. Unfortunately, I could only stop in for a few seconds as I have a meeting to attend to."

"A meeting? Out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"They're coming to me. Any moment now actually." He ran his fingers over my nipples and I resisted my natural instinct to tense up or try to twist away. "I hate to hide this gorgeous body of yours with a shirt, so I won't. At least you're wearing pants. I can't have my friend seeing that lovely cock of yours." His palm slid all the way down my chest and under my sweatpants—a spare pair just like those of his guards—and he grasped my cock in a harsh grip that made me jolt in the chair.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted me to work? We're on a tight schedule now I've breached the first firewall."

"I have faith in your abilities. Besides, I need to make it clear that you're mine to this visiting friend. He's known for latching onto people all too quickly and becoming rather obsessive. I also don't want his animosity toward you to hinder my working relationship with him, so I need to make it clear you're under my control and no longer an antagonistic element to him."

"Antagonistic element? Why would—"

A knock sounded on the door and I craned my neck to see this friend of his standing in the doorway.

Fuck.

Jeremy Wheeler.

"Damn, Bane, I thought you were embellishing when you claimed you'd broken the infamous Caleb Rowland in as your pet. Color me surprised."

"He's mine. All mine."

Jeremy smirked nastily at me, then goaded Elijah. "I'm gonna need a demonstration to convince me."

Piece of shit.

He wanted to witness my degradation, me being abused by this madman.

"Happy to oblige." Elijah gestured at a rolling chair closer to us where he'd be in full view of my torment.

Jeremy strode to it and lounged back, looking on all too eagerly. "A far cry from the last time we saw each other, isn't it? All ballsy and fierce, all the darkness directed at me. Now here you are mere putty in Bane's hands. I fucking love it. How the mighty have fallen, Rowland."

"Shh," Elijah said. "Just watch him come apart for me."

Elijah pulled something out of the back pocket of his dress pants, then shoved it beneath my sweats. It came alive a moment later, vibrating violently. "Lift for me," he commanded, a rough whisper at my ear.

Gritting my teeth at the indignity, especially with Jeremy right there, I forced myself to lift a little and then I was choking as the vibrator was suddenly shoved into my unprepared ass.

"Ah, shit," I grunted.

Jeremy's eyes flashed as he registered my obvious discomfort.

"Keep it there, special boy, don't push it out," Elijah warned. "Clench."

I whimpered as I was forced to comply.

And then he began fisting my cock rapid-fire, his strokes rough and punishing.

"Ungh… fuck," I rasped against the erotic torture.

Jeremy's gaze was fixed on Elijah's hand disappearing beneath my sweatpants, a force of brutal motion.

I squirmed under the intensity, gasping and whimpering, as I felt the pleasure building against my will, Elijah forcing it from me, making me feel what he wanted.

"It's been a long time for him," he told Jeremy. "I've played with my pet but haven't allowed him release. I've been saving all that desperation up for his moment so he couldn't resist even with you here. And look at what a good boy he's being, right on the edge already."

"Impressive control of your pet, Bane."

"This one eclipses all others. He's had the sweetest surrender."

"Good, because it's part of our deal for you to teach me how to do the same."

"I will. You'll have the Bennett girl all to yourself."

My blood ran cold.

Skylar? That was Jeremy's plan for her?

Fuck.

Before I could react to it, Elijah commanded at my ear, "Grind for me. Fuck into my hand and that toy deep in your tight ass."

When I resisted, he scraped his nails down my abs, making me hiss as he scored hard enough to draw blood, calling to the kind of pain that affected me in just the way he wanted.

"You've been such a good boy for me, don't ruin it all now. It would be a real shame to revert back to the beginning of our time together. More hostages to put on a show for you, more losing their lives because of bad decisions on your part."

I gritted my teeth against his threats, then rolled my hips like he wanted.

"There it is. Good pet. Harder now. Chase that orgasm."

"Yeah, let me see you break for him, Rowland."

Piece of—pleasure slammed into me and I bucked my hips frantically, chasing it as Elijah roughed up my cock, the vibrator tormented my asshole, and the sting all over my abs, had me losing control.

I couldn't stop it as it took me over and then I was crying out as I came all over his hand.

"Fuck," I gasped, as I tried to recover quickly.

It didn't help when Elijah gathered my cum all over his fingers, then brought them to his mouth and licked them clean in a slow, drawn out display of eroticism.

I grunted as he pulled the vibrator free then brought it to my mouth and made me lick it clean, before he pocketed it.

"There's my special boy," he crooned, stroking my hair a moment later, then looking out at Jeremy. "You see? He's with me."

Jeremy grinned at me. "Oh, I can see that."

Elijah planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek, then told me, "I'll leave you to bask for a little while as I discuss a few things with my friend. Then he'll join you in breaching King."

Jeremy pushed out of his chair and walked to the door with Elijah, telling me on his way, "Can't wait, Rowland."

As soon as the door shut, I focused back on my work.

I needed to fucking hurry.

I was aware of Jeremy's technical skills. He'd figure out what I was doing within moments.

All this time, I hadn't been trying to crack King at all.

I'd been working off a mirror site and a whole bunch of things I'd put into place the moment Caspian had filled me in about his war with Elijah. It was a precaution I'd taken just in case things had gone to hell.

As they most definitely had.

Now, though, I'd need to actually breach it, or my pretense would be blown, and Jeremy would do far more damage if he took over in my stead.

Fucking shit. The urge to free myself from the cuffs and make a break for it grew stronger with every goddamn day that went by. But I knew how foolish it was. If I failed with another escape attempt, it would undo all the fake trust I'd built with Elijah and fuck up everything.

No, this was the smarter plan, the safer and more sane route.

Using that trust to draw help here.

Thankfully, I'd already gotten a SOS out a few moments before Elijah had walked in.

But now, with Jeremy showing up here, I had to actually breach King.

Son of a bitch.