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.

"That's it," he pushed, his voice tightening with a dominant edge. "Close your mind and see me. Every stroke is for me. Grip it tighter, Zayn. Squeeze until you can't breathe."


I obeyed, my hips bucking off the mattress in a desperate, rhythmic arch. I was sweating, my hair sticking to my forehead as the "voice" drove me faster. It was like he was inside my veins, a dark nectar sweetening my blood and making me crave the very control that was stripping me of my will.


"Faster, baby. I want to hear you break. Call for me."


"Just fuck me!" I screamed into the empty room, my voice a broken plea born of the dream. "I'm too hot... I'm so ready! Baby, please, fuck me so good. Fuck me hard, I need you!"


The response was a low, velvet vibration that seemed to wrap around my heart. "I'm sorry, love, but I won't touch you. You're going to help yourself until you come completely undone... until you're totally spent."


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