[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 302: His Darkest Side, My Brightest Truth

~Nantam’s POV~

"You can’t say no," he murmured, his voice husky, "when you already said yes."

Before I could process the words or struggle, he grabbed my hand and, with surprising strength, pinned to the wall beside the entry to the specialized room. The cold, hard surface pressed against my back.

I started shaking, the sight of the ropes and harnesses flashing behind my eyes. "You are not going to rape , are you?" The question was barely a whisper, thick with fear.

He looked down at and scoffed—without anger, just pure disbelief. "Rape you? Nan, that’s not who I am." He let go of my wrist but kept his arms braced against the wall on either side of , boxing in gently. "Breathe. I need you to calm down."

"How do you expect to calm down, Evans?" I exclaid, my voice tight. "Do you even understand how I’m feeling right now? You just showed a room full of shackles!"

His expression shifted, all traces of playfulness falling away as sothing calm and serious settled over his features. "Nan, breathe," he said quietly. "You need to understand sothing clearly." He leaned in just enough for his words to land without force. "I will never touch you without your explicit, enthusiastic permission." He stressed the word ’never,’ slow and deliberate, as if he wanted it carved into my bones.

He leaned in even closer, his eyes steady and sincere. "And the most important thing, Nantam... if you and I are not becoming sothing real, I won’t touch you at all. I need you to understand that. With you, I’m serious. I’m not chasing sex. I could get that anywhere. What I want with you is more... much more."

He paused, letting the weight of his commitnt settle between us. "Because the mont I sleep with you, I want to believe we are going to be a thing."

He then hardened his gaze, making the situation a true ultimatum. "So, I’ll ask you, Nantam, is there a chance for us? Or is all you want from just sex?"

I looked at him, silent. In my mind, I knew I hadn’t decided on a full relationship; I had only intended to try sex with him to see what the fuss was about. But seeing this room, seeing the dedication to dominance and restraint, I didn’t think I could go through with it.

I looked at him, silent. In my mind, I knew I hadn’t decided on a full relationship; I had only intended to try sex with him to see what the fuss was about. But seeing this room, seeing the dedication to dominance and restraint, I didn’t think I could go through with it.

Before I could answer, Evans spoke again, his voice dropping slightly. "I will be thirty-two soon, Nantam. I’m done with just having sex buddies without having soone serious with . You have seen my darkest side now, and you know what I need. I believe you’ve made your choice."

He laid out the final terms. "So, are you willing to try a real relationship with , with the hope of a future? Or is all you want purely about sex?"

I said nothing, my silence echoing my profound indecision.

He understood imdiately. "If it’s just about sex, I know you wouldn’t want this," he said, gesturing toward the room. "And you might not have your answer yet."

He stepped past and pushed the hidden doors wide open, revealing the main room again. "If you ca here without planning for us to be more," he said calmly, "or if you’re only here for casual sex, this is how I have sex." His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. "You’re free to leave now."

He paused, voice dropping lower.

"But if you choose to stay... understand that we’re becoming sothing real. And everything you see here—" he gestured to the room "—is what I will use on you."

"You can leave, Nantam."

I stood there for what felt like forever, frozen, staring past him into the safety of the main suite. My entire body trembled. Every instinct I had scread at to run.

So I did.

I bolted out of the playroom, out of the hidden doorway, out into the main room, heart pounding, breath shaking. I reached the exit, my hand already gripping the door handle, ready to flee and never look back.

But then it hit .

Like a punch to the chest.

I love him.

The realization stopped cold. I couldn’t pretend anymore. Even if I wasn’t fully ready for a relationship right this second, I knew I could grow into it, I knew I wanted to. But why did the way he liked to have sex have to be... this? Why did it have to terrify ?

I was scared, shaking, overwheld but the pull toward him was undeniable.

I wasn’t running because I didn’t want him.

I was running because this would be my first real experience, and I was terrified. Those playthings, the ropes, the cuffs, the entire setup, overwheld . I wasn’t running from him... I was running from the fear of sothing I had never known before.

I turned back inside the dim room, and I saw him still standing there, waiting patiently.

"I am willing to try," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Evans’s eyes widened. "You are willing to have sex with , with all this equipnt in this room?"

I stared at him, then back at the specialized studio he created. I nodded slowly. "Yes."

His face softened into a gentle, hopeful smile. "Saying yes now... it’s like giving a promise, Nan," he said quietly. "A promise that you’re willing to try sothing real with , not just use for sex."

He took a small breath, steadying the weight of his own vulnerability.

"You don’t have to say we’re officially dating," he continued, "but your yes ans there’s hope. That we’re becoming sothing. That this won’t just be two people sleeping together with no future. Not just... sex buddies."

I nodded again. "Yes."

He smiled, a genuine, relieved, beautiful smile. He walked closer, his eyes fixed on mine, and gently took hold of my waist. "Then tell honestly, Nan... have you ever been touched before?"

"No," I admitted softly. "I’ve never been touched... not by anyone."

"Are you scared?"

I answered imdiately, trying to sound brave. "No, I’m not." But my voice was shaking, betraying my deep nervousness.

"So... you’re willing to try and use my toys with ?" he asked gently.

I nodded, though my heart was pounding. Then, slowly I asked the question that had been clawing at my chest, the fear slipping into my voice.

"Does it... hurt?"

Evans was silent for a mont. He tilted his head. "It hurts a lot," he answered honestly.

I looked at him, absorbing the truth. I closed my eyes, took a final, deep breath, and opened them with a firm resolve. "Let’s do it."

Without waiting for courage to disappear, I reached down and began unbuttoning my shirt, one button at a ti, my hands trembling—but moving.

Evans watched , his expression shifting into sothing dark, reverent... and achingly gentle.

Then he gently helped , his fingers brushing mine, sending jolts of panic and excitent through . I was so nervous I could hear my heart beating fast, a loud drumming in my ears.

My shirt ca off, leaving only in my trousers. Evans’s kiss found , deep and hot. We kissed for several minutes, his tongue exploring mine, the intimacy intense.

He moved to open my trousers, drawing them down slowly. I was now naked, while he was still fully clothed. I felt shy and vulnerable, yet utterly consud by him.

He moved the kiss to my neck. I felt a sudden rush of heat and my dick hardened imdiately against his leg.

He slowly undressed himself. Now we were both naked. He kissed again, a soft, reassuring press of lips.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded yes.

He scooped up in his arms.