They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

I straddled his lap, pressing my palms to his chest, leaning in until my lips brushed his ear.


"Serve me my punishment, Daddy," I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. "Make me scream for forgiveness."


He looked at me and said, "What do you mean, I should punish you?" Then he added, "Babe, stand up. Let's go inside and sleep."


But I told him softly, "I know you were hurt and frustrated earlier. Take me now. Punish me with your love. Make me yours so I can prove I'm sorry. Claim me. I'm all yours, baby."


He looked at me, his eyes dark. "It's your call. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. Don't say I…"


I didn't let him finish. I kissed his lips and guided his hand to feel my cock. That was all it took.


Evric's breath hitched, his eyes narrowing as if he wasn't sure whether to give in to anger, desire, or both. One hand wrapped around my waist, the other wrapped around my cock, pulling me closer.


Chapter 164 - Chapter 164: Bound by Truth, Broken by Desire