[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 164: Bound by Truth, Broken by Desire

~Zayn’s POV~

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

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

He looked at and said, "What do you an, 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 now. Punish with your love. Make yours so I can prove I’m sorry. Claim . I’m all yours, baby."

He looked at , his eyes dark. "It’s your call. Don’t tell 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 closer.

"Zayn..." his voice was low, gravelly, heavy with restraint. "You don’t play with like this."

I trailed my fingers down his chest, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat rising from his body. "I’m not playing," I whispered, eting his eyes with a steady gaze. "I want you to take what I denied you. I want to feel every bit of it. Punish if that’s what it takes, just don’t shut out."

A storm raged in his eyes. For a mont, I thought he might push off, walk away, leave begging. But then his grip tightened suddenly, strong hands locking around my hips, dragging flush against him, stroking until I was hard and ready.

"You really want punishnt?" he asked, his tone dark, testing.

I swallowed, my pulse racing. "Yes," I breathed, brushing my lips against his neck. "I want you. However, you give yourself to ."

Sothing broke in him then, the wall of restraint he’d been holding back all night. He let out a deep growl, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck, pulling into a fierce kiss that stole my breath and erased any distance between us.

The kiss was raw, heated, full of the frustration he had bottled up, and yet beneath it all, there was sothing else, his need for , his claim on , and his unspoken forgiveness.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered over mine. "I won’t punish you because of tonight," he said, "but I won’t go gentle on you either. I’ve been dying inside, wanting to own you to myself."

He shifted suddenly, standing from the couch with still straddling his lap. My arms instinctively tightened around his neck as he carried with effortless strength. He walked toward the dining table and, with one motion, laid flat on it. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out every other sound.

Staring at , he unbuttoned his nightwear and pushed his pants down. Now he was bare, just like .

He trailed his hand down my chest. "Every day I see you, I want to fuck you so hard that your legs go numb, so you can’t walk, so you can’t sit for days. I wish you were wilder than this, Zayn, but only with ."

I swallowed hard, heat flooding through . "Then teach ," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I’m yours to break, Evric."

"But I can’t, babe. It will feel like I’m hurting you, and I don’t want to hurt you. Trust ."

"Then teach ," I begged. "Only when you show the beast in you will I know how to serve you, Daddy. I’m not glass. I want to be enough for you. Okay?"

That was all it took. His lips crashed down on mine again, hard and hungry, his tongue claiming with a force that made my toes curl. His hand slid down, gripping my waist possessively, keeping pinned on the table.

Every movent, every kiss, every touch carried not just lust but a deeper fire, the fire of a man who loved too hard, wanted too much, and hated hurting the one he loved.

Evric’s breath grew heavier as his eyes devoured , his hand sliding down my thigh with possessive pressure. Without warning, he gripped both my legs and raised them, spreading open beneath him.

My body trembled, every nerve alive, as he aligned himself with . Slowly, deliberately, he pressed forward, sliding into with a deep, claiming thrust. The air was knocked from my lungs, my nails digging into the table.

"Evric..." I moaned, his na spilling from my lips.

He didn’t stop, didn’t falter. His hands pinned my legs higher, parting wider, making feel every inch of his possession. His rhythm was slow at first, tornting, pulling a whimper from with each movent. Then, with a growl deep in his throat, he quickened, his thrusts turning demanding, deeper than he had ever gone before.

I could feel him everywhere, stretching , filling . He thrust all of himself inside long, deep, claiming. I gasped for air... huh... babe...

His breath was ragged as he drove into harder, his chest pressing against mine, his voice breaking through the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Tell , Zayn... tell you love ," he growled between thrusts, his grip bruising against my thighs as he held them apart. "Tell how much you need , how much I matter."

My back arched, the table creaking beneath us as I clutched at his shoulders. "I love you, Daddy," I moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. "You’re the only one I want, the only one I’ll ever need."

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, forcing a cry from my throat. "Say it louder," he demanded, slamming into so hard my body shook. "Make believe it."

"Fuck... Evric!" I scread, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the pleasure that bordered on unbearable. "You’re everything! You own , ahh... yes, Daddy, fuck , don’t stop!"

He groaned low, his mouth finding mine in a desperate, bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, swallowing every broken moan, every cry of his na as his hips snapped into with unrelenting force.

"Sweet boy," he rasped against my lips, his voice trembling with the weight of his own desire. "Take it all for .

"Y-yes," I whimpered, my nails dragging down his back. "I’m yours... ahh... fuck, I’m all yours, Daddy. Make scream, make cry for you."

He slamd into again, deep and hard, his voice dropping into a dark, rough growl right against my ear.

"Tell to fuck you harder, Zayn," he hissed, his breath hot and ragged. "I want to hear you beg for it."

My body arched off the table, trembling under the force of each thrust. My voice cracked, desperate, as I obeyed.

"Fuck , Daddy... please," I moaned, the words spilling from my lips like a prayer. "Please, Daddy, fuck harder. Don’t stop. Please..."

He groaned deep in his chest, his pace quickening, slamming into harder with every word I gave him. "That’s it," he rasped, his lips brushing my jaw. "Beg for . Tell exactly what you want."

"Make yours," I cried, clutching at his arms, nails scraping down his muscles. "Make scream. Make cry for you, Daddy. Please..."

His thrusts beca a steady, brutal rhythm, each one hitting so deep it knocked the breath from my lungs. His mouth crashed over mine, kissing hard, swallowing my cries and moans as he pounded into harder, deeper, claiming completely.

His hips snapped against harder, the rhythm turning rougher, more sex not just pleasure anymore but a demand. Each thrust drove a moan out of my throat until my voice broke.

Then, suddenly, his movents slowed just enough for his tone to shift. His hand slid up, gripping my neck, tilting my face upward. His eyes burned dark as his fingers tightened, not choking, but holding still, forcing to et his stare.

"Zayn..." Evric’s voice was low, almost dangerous. "I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer ."

Brutal thrust rocked through , making gasp and tremble. My hands clutched at his wrists. "O-okay, baby..." I managed to moan.

He leaned in until our foreheads touched, his hand still on my neck. "Look at ," he ordered.

"Yes... Yes, baby," I whispered, tears already pooling at the corners of my eyes.

He drove into deep, making cry out loud. "Tell ," he growled, his face inches from mine. "What did you agree to sign with my father in three months?"

His eyes were black fire, demanding an answer. I tried to speak but only a strangled sound left my lips. He slamd into again, brutal and deep, making the tears spill down my cheeks.

"Stop... baby..." I cried out, my voice breaking. "You’re hurting ... It’s too much that way."

He froze for a heartbeat, still holding my neck. His eyes blinked with sothing softer. "I don’t want to hurt you," he rasped, his voice raw. "But why are you being stubborn? What did you promise my father?"

His hips shifted as if he might thrust again, the tension between us electric.

I quickly shouted, "I’ll tell you! Just stop!"