[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 348: The Position of Surrender

~Evric’s POV~

"First," I commanded, "lower your elbows to the mattress. I want your chest down and your ass aid at the ceiling."

Zayn obeyed, his heart racing as he shifted his weight.

"Now, arch your back," I said, running a finger down the dip of his spine. "I want a deep curve. I want you to push your hips back until your hole is the only thing I see. When you bend like this, Zayn, you are serving . You are showing that you are my queen and I am your King."

Zayn did exactly as told, nodding. "Okay, Daddy."

I slapped his thigh lightly, making him flinch and arch further. "Good boy. See how much more open you are? In this position, there is no hiding. You are completely exposed to my gaze and my strength."

I leaned over him, my chest pressing against his arched back, my lips hovering by his ear. "I want you to hold this position. Don’t move, even when you feel my weight. You wait for to decide when I’m ready to slide into you. You stay still and offer yourself until I choose to deliver that first powerful thrust."

I grabbed his hips, my thumbs digging into the bone. "I’m going to enter you slowly at first, just so you feel every ridge of , but once I’m in, I want you to push back against . Don’t pull away. et my power with your own."

Zayn let out a shaky breath, his muscles quivering from the effort of holding the pose. "I... I understand, my King. Please... I’m ready to serve you."

I looked down at the sight of him—broken, beautiful, and perfectly positioned. "Then hold steady," I whispered, reaching for the lube. "The King is ready to take his throne."

Zayn answered without hesitation, his voice steady and eager.

"Yes... Please, King. Claim . I’m yours."

I prepared him carefully, taking my ti, making sure he was ready before anything else. Then I leaned closer and spoke low and firm, making sure he understood.

"Listen to ," I said. "Follow my lead."

He dipped his head in agreent. "Yes, King."

"You’ll move when I tell you to move," I commanded, my hands sliding down to grip his thighs, pulling them wider. I took my ti, rubbing the head of my cock against his entrance, teasing the tight muscle until he was sobbing for the contact. "I want you to rember this view. I want you to rember that whenever I tell you to bend like this, it’s because I’m about to claim every part of you."

I positioned myself, the heat between us reaching a breaking point. "Now. Hold your breath. Take it."

With one slow, deliberate surge, I drove myself deep. The transition from the sofa to this was jarring; the angle allowed to sink further than before, hitting depths that made Zayn’s entire body go rigid. He let out a choked, high-pitched cry, his back arching even deeper under the weight of the intrusion.

"Fuck... Evric!" he gasped, his voice vibrating with the sheer scale of it.

"Don’t call that," I growled, my hands moving from his thighs to his waist, digging in so I could control his every vibration. "Who am I?"

"My King! Ah... Daddy, you’re so deep... please!"

"I told you to push back," I reminded him, my voice thick with lust. "Serve , Zayn. Push back against the thrust."

He obeyed, his hips stuttering backward to et as I began a slow, punishing rhythm. Every ti I slamd into him, the sound of the impact echoed through the room—a wet, heavy thud that matched the frantic beating of our hearts. I wasn’t being gentle anymore. I was pounding into him with a primal, focused energy, my hands bruising his hips as we made love, the pressure building as I chased the edge of my release.

"That’s it, fuck... take it all," I moaned, my eyes closing as the sensation threatened to overwhelm . "You feel how much better this is when you don’t hide? When you just open up and let ruin you?"

"Yes! Yes, Daddy! Slam into ... harder! I want to feel you in my throat!"

The pace beca a blur of friction and heat. I was no longer just teaching; I was losing myself in him.

I leaned forward, pinning his upper body down with my weight while my lower body continued the relentless attack. I whispered every dark, possessive thought I had ever harbored into his ear, punctuating every word with a deeper, harder thrust.

"You’re... my... everything," I grunted, my breath hitching as the end drew near. "And I’m... never... letting... go."

Zayn’s moans turned into a continuous, lodic wail of my na. He was shaking, his muscles failing, but he kept his waist bent, kept his offering steady until the very end. As I felt the first sparks of my release, I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back so he had to feel the raw power of the finish.

I erupted inside him for the third ti that night, my body bucking against his as I spilled everything I had left into his depths.

Zayn collapsed under , his spirit finally, completely broken and reborn in the heat of our shared fire.

I stayed there for a mont, savoring the weight of him, before I slowly withdrew. I wasn’t finished. The night had been about lessons and discipline, but I wanted to end it with a different kind of intensity: total, overwhelming adoration.

I pulled the chair close to the edge of the bed and helped Zayn turn over so he was lying on his back. His eyes were glazed, beautiful in their exhaustion. I leaned down and kissed him, a soft, lingering promise, before I began to position him.

"Move to the edge for , baby," I murmured.

He obeyed with a sleepy, trusting smile. I took two pillows and tucked them under his lower back, elevating his hips until his legs fell open naturally, spreading wide to expose everything to . I sat on the chair, perfectly level with his heat.

"I’m going to give you princess treatnt now," I whispered, my voice thick with affection. "I’m going to worship you with my mouth until you can’t even rember your own na. You just stay still and let take care of you."

"Yes, Daddy... please," he whimpered, his fingers tangling in the sheets.

I didn’t waste another second. I leaned in, my breath hot against his sensitive skin. I started at the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the crown, teasing the bead of moisture there.

"Ah... fuck, Evric," he gasped, his hips giving a small, involuntary jerk.

I moved lower, taking the entire length into...