25. ~Caspian~

"We do this and you need to actually use your safe word if things become too much, Caleb. That's my one condition for going against my better judgment here and giving into what you believe you need. I can't gauge where you're at right now, so you absolutely must use it if it gets too much at any point for you," I told him over my shoulder as I shut my bedroom door. "Are we clear?"

I turned around to face him only to be slammed against the door the moment I did with him now completely naked and right in my face.

His nails dug into my biceps, although he was noticeably much more careful with my right arm that was out of the sling and now merely wrapped with gauze like my hand.

"I'm not going to need a safe word. You are."

I frowned. "My understanding was that we were going to meet halfway."

"No," he growled.

His eyes were wild, his gaze all over the place.

Unstable.

That, combined with the hazardous energy emanating off him was a concern.

But his desperation to do this transcended that. He needed it. And he'd just made it clear that he needed to do it his way.

I sucked in a breath.

I'd relinquished control to him before.

Just never all the way. I'd never allowed him to top me completely.

We'd been building to this before he'd been taken and everything had fallen out of place.

However, as I was more than familiar with through my exploits over the years, namely at Obscura and with Caleb, to dominate another safely you needed superb control, presence of mind and a clear head, along with an astute awareness of your partner and their cues and responses.

Seeing as though a lot of those things were in question right now when it came to Caleb wanting to take on that role, it made for some very real concern and the potential of danger.

For me.

Fortunately for him and his current needs, I'd never been one to shy away from danger when it came to protecting and caring for those whom I loved.

This wouldn't be any different.

"Nicotine," I spoke.

"What?"

"My safe word."

The reference to his smoking would pull him from the moment, should it come to that.

His eyes flamed at me giving him my consent to what he wanted from me.

Hell, it was so much more than that to him. More than even a need.

"Strip off your shirt. Leave the tie on."

His command rolled through me with an uncompromising authority that took me aback and actually had my cock thickening.

He released my arms, his dark gaze burning into mine as he watched me loosen my tie and free it from my collar, before I started unbuttoning my navy dress shirt.

I'd only made it to the last button when he shoved it roughly off my shoulders, then dragged it off my arms, tossing it into the corner of the bedroom.

Then he wrapped his hand around my throat, pinning me to the wall with it, as he trailed his tongue over my collarbone, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He slicked down to my pecs, then swirled his tongue around each of my nipples in turn, before sucking one into his mouth. He had me grunting as the suction straddled the line between pleasure and pain. He assaulted the other with the same treatment.

"Fucking missed this. He made me miss this," he growled, a moment before he went feral, tightening his grip around my throat and severely restricting my breathing, making me gag, as he licked, sucked harshly, and bit hard enough to leave marks all fucking over my torso.

I bucked against the wall at the erotic torment.

And then he had me jolting as he abruptly grabbed my cock through my pants.

Painfully.

His eyes gleamed as he felt me thickening at the rough handling.

"You're fucking loving this, hmm?" he said as he unbuckled my belt then opened my fly. "Let's see just how much. Are you dripping for me, babe? Is that tight ass clenching in anticipation of what I'm gonna unleash all over it?"

I groaned as he delved inside my pants and skated his palm over my rock-hard shaft.

"Mmm, yeah, there it is," he moaned, teasing my crown with deceptively soft strokes with the pads of his fingers. "Nice and sticky for me already." He kneaded and pinched my crown, then had me gasping as he tugged at my piercings fiercely, sending a jolt of intensity through me that had my cock jerking against his fingers.

He wrenched my pants and boxers down to my ankles and I kicked them off, stepping out of them.

I'd barely done that when his hand left my cock and my throat, and then he was fisting my tie and tugging roughly. "Kneel."

Our eyes locked.

A challenging glint lit his as he clearly expected to meet resistance in mine.

I didn't kneel to anyone as a rule. They all bowed to me.

But Caleb Rowland wasn't just anyone to me.

For you, I will.

I sank to my knees before him.

"Fuck, Cas, I'm liking this a whole lot." He stroked his hard cock. Tugging me with his grip on my tie, he forced my head down and rubbed his cock all over my cheeks. "Stick your tongue out," he ordered.

As I obliged, he slid his cock along it.

"Don't lick or suck. Keep your mouth open, that tongue out."

As he made me hold his cock on my tongue, he reached down and gathered my pre-cum that was now leaking down my shaft shamelessly.

He then spread it all over his cock in my mouth and over my tongue, even my gums and teeth, coating me with my own taste.

He tugged brutally hard on the tie and slammed forward at the same time, driving his cock right to the back of my throat in one definitive thrust.

As I choked and spluttered, it set him off, and then he was binding me to him by the tie as he rammed in and out of my throat absolutely savagely.

"Fuck, yeah. Your mouth is such a desperate whore for my cock. Take it, take it fucking deep," he was yelling as he throat fucked me.

He was most definitely unhinged and not himself.

But if this was the way he needed to purge some of that toxicity, so be it.

I took it all, swallowing around his crown for good measure and watching his eyes roll back in his head from the sensation.

His attempt to own me hit me deep in a place I hadn't thought existed for me, and then I was bucking my hips as pre-cum leaked all over my abs.

Noticing, he smirked, then started twisting and slapping my balls, making me cry out around his cock and squirm on my knees before him.

His slaps and thrusts became more violent to the point where the burning pain of it had me shuddering and I grew lightheaded from him denying me a full breath.

And then he suddenly stopped and ripped his cock from my throat, making me slap my hands down onto the floor and choke, struggling to draw in much-needed air.

This ruthless, dominating side of him was something else.

He continued to prove that in the next moment as he wrenched me to my knees by the tie and dragged me over to my bed.

He pulled the tie over my head and tossed it away, then shoved his hand to my back so my chest was plastered to the foot of the bed, my feet on the floor. "Ass up," he commanded, giving my cheeks a couple of stinging slaps to enforce his command.

I arched my back and gave him what he wanted.

I heard rustling and instinctively went to look over my shoulder at him, but he shoved my head down. "Stay," he ordered. "Rub your cock on the sheets."

A thrill I wasn't used to went through me and I started rolling my hips.

"Harder. Make it burn. Punish that big dick for me."

"Fuck," I grunted as I basically humped the sheets, drenching them with my pre-cum.

Through it, I felt my ass cheeks being spread wide and then I moaned as his slick finger dipped into my hole. A moment later I heard the squirt of lube and then it was being dripped into my ass. He swirled it around with his finger, then added another all too quickly, making me feel the burn. I twisted against the rough intrusion and it earned me a brutal slap to my balls, forcing a cry from me.

"Push back on me. Show me how desperate this tight hot ass is to swallow me whole."

I pushed back and he used the opportunity to ruthlessly ram them inside me all the way to the last knuckle.

A roar tore from me as he hit that sweet spot deep inside.

"Shit… ungh!" I cried as he curled his fingers and teased it ruthlessly.

He pushed me further, twisting and pulling, curling and pounding. "How does it feel to be skewered on my fingers? Goddamn, this ass is such a fucking slut for me."

"Fuck, Caleb… your cock."

"What's that?" he asked, chuckling darkly as he suddenly withdrew his fingers. He raked his nails down my back adding a whole other intense sensation that had me right on the fucking edge. Just not enough to go over it, which he damn well knew. Which he was counting on. "Tell me what you want, Cas. What you fucking need from me."

"Give me your cock… fuck my ass."

"You need it that bad, huh?"

"Yes. Please."

"Hell, yeah," he snarled, a moment before he dug his fingers into my hips, then slammed forward, his cock tearing into me and hitting so fucking deep in one thrust.

I slammed my hand into the sheets.

"You feel it?" he breathed in my ear. "I'm in your ass raw. I'm gonna fill you with my hot cum, then fuck it right back in deep."

He ripped my head back by my hair and then shoved his knuckles into my mouth, stuffing me full so my cries were muffled as he started jackhammering in my ass, power-fucking me mercilessly.

Indecipherable sounds spewed from me, absorbed by his fist silencing me as he fucked into me, making me take every brutal thrust, every insane burst of pleasure as he hit that sweet spot again and again, driving me higher and higher.

I couldn't control it.

In fact, I lost it all to him and all I was aware of was sensation and the need building to a dangerous level, as I fucked back on his merciless cock bottoming out inside of me.

As if that wasn't enough, he started flicking my crown. Over and over.

I shuddered as the conflicting sensations slammed up against one another.

It was all too much and that wave of ecstasy hit me so suddenly I wasn't prepared as it tore me apart from the inside out, making me bellow around his fist and buck against him furiously as my orgasm was wrenched out of me and I spurted my cum all over the sheets.

Caleb pulled out, startling me, as he hadn't come.

And then he was dragging me up the bed and rolling me onto my back.

He straddled me in the next moment and ground his cock all over my abs that were partially covered in my cum. "Not enough," he was murmuring to himself, distress all over him.

"Caleb, talk to me."

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. When he opened them, that wild look from earlier was back in full force. "Need more… I need more," he was muttering, grinding harder all over my cock.

"Give me five," I said, shuddering at the overstimulation to my cock after just orgasming.

Hopelessness filled his eyes and he stopped grinding and sat between my spread legs.

I reached out and took his hand with my bandaged one. "Caleb, keep your eyes on me."

He nodded and bit his trembling lower lip.

With my good hand, I wrapped it around the base of his cock.

"Don't look away," I told him.

Another nod.

I started stroking him up and down, using sensual glides, rather than the rough and brutal he'd used on me, that which he'd thought he'd needed.

It didn't take long before he was grinding into my hand and rolling his hips.

Our gazes were locked and I smiled out at him. "That's it, stay with me. I'm here with you. You're here with me. You can let go. Nice and easy. You're safe and loved. You're home."

I picked up a little speed and he slapped his hand to my shoulder for balance as he worked his hips, succumbing to the pleasure without all the rest holding him back from feeling it as he normally could.

"There, lovely. Let go now. Let it all go."

"Ah, Cas. Fuck," he groaned, shuddering and grinding his cock into my palm. "Yeah. It's there… I'm… I'm coming for you."

His nails dug into my shoulder and then he growled as he spurted all over my fingers.

The relief all over his face was hard to stomach.

He'd been so desperate and clearly so afraid he wouldn't be able to go there, to do this, to be who he'd always been when it came to his voracious sexual appetite.

He collapsed into me then, burying his face in my chest.

As I wrapped my arm around him, I felt him trembling against me and then I heard him sobbing.

I squeezed my eyes shut as it cut at my heart. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here, lovely."

It took several moments, but then he lifted his head a little to speak. But he couldn't look at me as he said, "I need… I need to tell you… I need to tell you what happened."

"I know you do. I know." As I drew the covers over us, covering him and effectively cocooning him with me, movement by the door caught my attention.

Especially given the fact that I knew I'd closed it earlier.

I looked out without moving too much to disturb Caleb and then I saw Asher there through the crack in the door.

He widened it a little as he saw me notice and then he smiled sadly out at the scene he was witnessing.

He gave a nod, knowing as I did that Caleb breaking down and offering to talk about what had happened was a very good step in the right direction. It was the start on the road to recovery.

I returned his gesture, then he quietly slipped away, closing the door as he went.

And then I listened as Caleb painted an awfully detailed picture of what had occurred during his time in captivity, a blow-by-blow account of what he'd been subjected to.

With every word he spoke, I felt something inside of me shattering again and again.

In those moments, it was worse than Elijah coming after my heart.

It felt like he'd torn it from my fucking chest.

I'd managed to pull myself back from the dark path I'd been on.

But I'd resurrect that version of me one last time.

And Elijah would feel the full force of it.