Page 93 of Crave Me

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.

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