[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 7: The Pleasure Trap

I pulled over, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I stared at the ssage, hoping it was so kind of twisted joke. But this was Evric. Nothing was never random with him. He knew. He planned this.

I typed back quickly.

> "What the hell do you an your property?"

Seconds passed.

Then...

> "You didn’t ask who the real owner was. You were too eager to escape . But you walked right into again. Congrats."

I threw my phone onto the passenger seat, leaning back with a groan. My head hit the rest behind as I stared at the ceiling of my car.

I was trapped. Again.

Like no matter how far I tried to run, no matter how hard I tried to take back control of my life, he was already ten steps ahead.

You just bought one of my properties.

Of course I did.

Of course, he made sure of that.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I made a sharp U-turn and headed back toward the property. My heart was racing, not from excitent this ti, but from fury.

I stord into the property office, jaw clenched, heart racing. The man who sold the place looked up from his desk, clearly startled by my sudden entrance.

"You didn’t tell that property belonged to Evric Draeven!" I snapped.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Mr. Smith... I was actually hoping you wouldn’t co back so soon."

My brow furrowed. "Why?"

He sighed heavily, like the guilt had been sitting on him all day. "Because I should’ve been honest from the start. A few days ago, Mr. Draeven ca to ... Evric Draeven."

I froze.

"He offered a ridiculous amount of money for the property. He said he wanted it fast. But when I told him soone else had already shown serious interest, he asked who."

He looked at nervously. "I told him it was you. I ntioned you ran that popular restaurant down the street, that you’d been chasing this place for a while. I thought nothing of it."

I stared at him, heat rising to my face. "And he bought it?"

"Yes. Paid in full, no hesitation. But then he said sothing strange... He told to go ahead and finalize it with you. That I should proceed like nothing changed. He wanted you to buy it from him without knowing."

I blinked, trying to absorb it all.

"So... let get this straight. I didn’t just buy the property, I bought it from Evric?"

He nodded slowly. "Exactly. That’s why the docunts ca so quickly. He already signed them over to my na before I passed them to you."

I stepped back, breath catching in my throat. "I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want anything that ties back to that man."

The seller raised both hands. "Zayn... I’m sorry, truly. But the docunts are sealed. You signed. The paynt’s been processed. You should’ve read the fine print, non-refundable."

I pulled the papers out of my bag and scanned them, eyes darting across the text. My hands trembled when I saw it, bold and clear. Non-refundable transaction.

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing left to say.

I felt sick. I was so eager to grab this place, to expand, to make sothing bigger for myself... I didn’t even realize I was walking into a trap he laid for .

I stepped back, nodding slowly, too angry to speak. Then I turned on my heel, walked out, and got into my car.

I didn’t blast the music. I didn’t even touch the radio. I just drove ho in silence, the weight of what just happened pressing on my chest.

I hadn’t just bought a building.

I’d bought myself right back into his ga.

I got ho, slamd the door behind , and locked it like I was trying to shut out everything, the guilt, the humiliation, the regret. My apartnt was silent. The lights were low. My chest was tight.

Then my phone rang.

Evric.

For a mont, I thought he was calling to talk business. Maybe he’d decided to refund my money after all.

I was wrong.

His voice poured through the speaker like velvet laced with danger. "Long day?" he said softly. "You must be tense, Zayn... Let help you relax."

I tensed. "Evric, I’m not in the mood. If you’re not going to refund my..."

"Hang up, and I’ll be on your doorstep within five minutes."

I froze.

His voice dropped lower. "So stay on the line... and listen to ."

And I did.

I didn’t know why. Maybe because I was exhausted. Maybe because deep down, I didn’t really want him to stop.

He started talking, soft, dark, and hypnotic.

Telling what he’d do if he were here.

How he’d touch .

Where his mouth would go first.

And as the words left his lips, they slipped under my skin like heat. My fingers trembled. My breath hitched.

My clothes hit the floor, one piece after another, like I was shedding armour I didn’t need anymore.

I closed my eyes and let his voice take over.

It was like he was right there... behind ... inside .

Controlling without a single touch.

And I let him.

Because no matter how much I hated what he was doing to ... I couldn’t stop wanting it.

I stood there, naked in the dark.

I’m not touching myself.

I’m just listening.

To nothing and sohow, to him.

My breath caught.

My cock was already half-hard. Just from the mory of a voice that never touched but had destroyed .

I hadn’t even gotten over the pain for the day.

But I rembered every word.

> "Don’t move. I want to see your cock bounce for ..."

My chest rose.

> "Unzip. Let it fall out... No hands. No rush. Let see how hungry it is without you even touching it."

I walked to the mirror. Stared at myself.

The way I’d stood in front of him. The ache. The tension. The wet need pulsing through .

My hand hovered. Still not touching.

> "Imagine my lips... warm and soft... kissing the tip... dragging slowly over the head while you beg not to cum."

My knees buckled.

> "You feel it, don’t you? My voice inside your cock... like it’s pumping your blood... like it’s stroking you from the inside."

I leaned on the counter, legs wide, cock swinging free, already leaking, slow drops sliding down the tip.

> "You’re dripping already. Filthy boy. You’re such a good listener..."

I gasped.

And finally, finally, I touched.

Soft. Just my fingertips tracing the shaft. Barely a stroke.

And I moaned.

Loud.

Desperate.

"Haaaa—f-fuck..."

> "Don’t stroke yet. Just hold it. Feel how heavy it is. All that blood. All that heat. That’s mine now."

I whimpered.

"Please... say sothing again..."

I imagined him behind .

Leaning in.

Mouth beside my ear.

Not kissing. Not licking.

Just whispering.

> "My hand’s not there... but I want you to imagine it. Hot palm... big fingers... slowly curling around your cock..."

> "Not squeezing. Just holding. Letting it twitch."

> "Now my thumb slides across your slit... You feel how wet you are for ?"

I groaned, deep, guttural... hips jerking forward.

I imagined the voice circling , wrapping around , breathing into the hollow of my throat.

> "Your nipples are hard. Aren’t they?"

I grabbed one.

Twisted it slowly between two fingers.

"Ahhh... haaah...!"

> "That’s right. Rub them. While I talk about your cock. You’re already leaking again, aren’t you? That’s precum, huh. That’s your body’s way of begging to speak."

"God..." I gasped, pumping slowly now, just once... twice...

The sound of skin slicking against skin echoed through the room.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

> "Stroke faster now. Don’t stop. Listen to . Stay with my voice."

> "I want you to cum without even opening your eyes. Just listen. Feel."

"Ahhh... ahh... ahhh..."

I moaned louder, deeper. My legs were shaking.

My chest heaved. My cock throbbed, each stroke soaked, swollen, slick.

> "You feel my mouth now... wrapped around the tip. Tongue circling slowly. Just the tip. You’re not inside ."

> "But your balls are tight. Aren’t they? I can see them. Pulling up. Getting ready to burst."

I grunted. My hips bucked wildly. My hand lost rhythm. My vision blurred.

> "I want you to cum now. Hard. Without sha. Let it hit the floor. Let it cover your belly. Let it ruin you."

"I—f-fuck—I’m—AHHHH—!"

My orgasm shattered .

Cum shot out of in thick, hot streams. My moans shook the walls. My hand kept moving, fast, sloppy, until I cried out and slumped against the counter, chest soaked, knees barely holding.

I was panting. Crying. Trembling.

His voice was gone. The call ended.

But the need was still there.

Even in the silence, I could still hear him whispering things I shouldn’t crave.

And just like that, I was pulled deep into his pleasure again.

I forgot everything. The trap. The gas. The fact that I’d just stepped right into another one of his plays.

My body didn’t care.

Because no matter how hard I tried not to want him...

The more I tried to fight it...

The more my body betrayed .

I couldn’t resist him.

And now, I wasn’t sure if I was still in control

Or if I ever had been at all.

My life... it was already in his hands.