[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 70: The Voice That Owned Me

"Baby," he said in a husky voice, "you’re riding on tonight. That’s how I can have all of you at once."

I nodded, my chest heaving, and slowly lifted my leg to straddle him. His hands rested on my waist, steady and sure, while he reached for the lube. He poured it into his palm, rubbing it along his cock until it glead, slick and ready.

Then he positioned , guiding the head of his cock against . I felt the thick tip press, and my breath caught.

"Easy," he whispered, holding steady as he pushed upward slightly. I lowered myself slowly, and the first inch slipped inside , stretching, filling, making moan against his shoulder. Huh... Evric.

Another inch sank in, deeper this ti, and I gasped, clutching at his back.

"That’s it," he groaned, voice rough with restraint. "Take , inch by inch. All of ."

I trembled as I sank further, every slow movent pulling down onto him, until he was buried inside , completely. My body shuddered with the feeling of him stretching wide, holding close.

When I finally sat fully on his cock, I could feel him entirely within . He kissed hard, his tongue hungry, his voice breaking into a moan.

"Now," he whispered against my lips, "I’ve got all of you at once. Every part of you, baby... ride , give yourself to ."

I began to move, slowly and deliberately, riding him just like he wanted, every rise and fall making us both lose breath as he groaned beneath .

Our eyes t, and I quickly looked away, then he called "baby." I answered, "yes."

He held my face to look at him while I rode him. Evric always did this, making eye contact with anyti we were having sex. Why?

Like now, as I was riding him, he held my face to look at . Slowly, he said, "Baby," and I answered, yes. "Do you love ?"

We were looking into each other’s eyes, but I couldn’t say yes or no.

I really wanted to tell him I loved him, just not yet.

So I didn’t answer; I only looked away from him.

Then he asked again, "Zayn, do you love ?"

I continued moving on him, letting my body respond while my words failed .

"You’re starving with your love, Zayn," he groaned, frustration laced with desire. "Do you know how heavy that is? How much it hurts that you can’t say it back yet?"

A shiver ran through at the raw edge in his voice. Then he added, almost dangerously, "Since you can’t answer... I’ll punish you. I’ll make you feel how deep this is... how much it’s hurting ."

Before I could speak, he changed position, lifting slightly, and said with authority, "Hold the table."

I bent forward, gripping the edge of the table tightly. The cool wood pressed against my chest as he aligned himself behind . When he pressed into again, it was harder, more insistent, every inch sinking inside with a controlled, punishing rhythm.

Then he said, "Zayn, it’s been a while since I played with your mind, and it’s been a while since you ran after . I know you won’t run after for love, but I know you will co for sex. Let play with your mind and take you back to when we first t... I love sex, but I can restrain myself. I’ll make you beg for sex, and I won’t answer you. This is the last ti I will touch you or have sex with you until you tell you love . I won’t touch you, even if it takes years, I won’t touch you. I might have a high sex drive, but I can also restrain myself from sothing I do not want to take."

His thrusts grew heavier as his words sank into . My grip on the table tightened, my breath shaking.

"So listen to my voice," he murmured against my ear, his tone low, commanding, "let ease your mind, Zayn."

"Stop, Evric," I said, my voice breaking. "Please stop."

He only laughed, deep and rough, moving inside with even more control. "I can’t stop now... listen. Listen to ..."

He commanded softly, almost cruelly. "I need you to feel it. I need you to know exactly what you do to ."

Each thrust was heavy, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. Smack. Smack. Smack. His cock drove into , wet and hard, and I could hear my own broken moans spilling out, mixing with his groans.

"Ahhh... hear that, baby?" Evric whispered against my ear, his voice low, intoxicating. "That’s your body crying for . That’s how deep I’m inside you. Every sound... every slap... it’s owning you."

I tried to shake my head, my voice trembling, "Stop, Evric... please... ahhh..."

He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, forcing my ear close to his lips. "No, Zayn... you’ll listen. Let my voice sink into you. Let it control you. You’re not moving your body anymore, I am. You’re mine, every inch of you, every sound, every breath."

His rhythm grew faster, harder, the table creaking beneath us. My body shook with every punishing thrust, my voice breaking with each moan.

"Fff... ahhh—ahhh... Evric—"

"Say my na louder," he growled, slamming into . "Say it. Scream it while I ruin you."

"E-Evric!" I cried out, my knuckles white against the table’s edge.

"That’s it, baby," he groaned, his voice dripping with lust. "Beg for it. Beg to let you cum. You’re not allowed until you beg."

My body clenched around him, the pressure unbearable, every thrust dragging closer to release. "P-please... please, Evric... I can’t... ahhh..."

"Yes, you can," he hissed, dragging it out, slowing just enough to torture . "You’ll take it until your mind breaks. Listen to , Zayn. My cock owns you. This sound..." smack, smack, smack "this rhythm is your heartbeat now. My voice is your mind."

Tears burned at the corner of my eyes, pleasure overwhelming . My voice was hoarse, desperate. "I... I’m begging you! Please let ... let cum, Evric!"

He chuckled darkly, his pace brutal, unrelenting. "That’s what I wanted. Beg for . Beg like you can’t live without my cock."

"I can’t!" I cried out, trembling as my body gave in. "I can’t live without it, please, please let cum!"

His grip tightened on my hips, his thrusts turning savage, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. "Then cum, baby... cum... spill it out. Show how much your body loves , even if your mouth won’t say it."

The words, the rhythm, the punishing force, everything shattered . My body convulsed, release ripping through as I scread his na, my cum spilling as I shook against the table, moaning uncontrollably.

Evric groaned loudly behind , thrusting deeper, harder, before letting out a guttural cry as he released inside , his hot breath against my neck, his voice still commanding, still in control.

"You’re mine, Zayn... every sound, every drop, every breath. Rember that."

I thought it was over. My body was drained, still trembling from how Evric used against the table. I lay on the bed after, chest rising and falling, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were heavy, my body sore. It’s done, I told myself. He can’t reach now.

But then... I heard him. His voice. Low, dark, inside my head, curling around like smoke. I fell asleep in my own exhaustion, but even in the silence, he was there, Evric.

" Zayn."

My eyes shot open. It wasn’t real, he wasn’t here. But his voice was inside . Was it a dream.

"Don’t close your eyes, baby. Don’t think you can sleep yet. I’m still inside you. My voice is inside you. You hear ?"

My chest rose sharply, and I whispered to myself, "Stop... please..."

But it didn’t stop.

"Touch yourself, Zayn," his voice commanded, deep and slow. "Take your cock in your hand. Stroke it for ."

My hand trembled, but it obeyed. Fingers wrapped around my length, already half-hard again from just hearing him. I squeezed and pulled slowly, a shiver running down my spine.

Shhk... shhk... shhk...

The sound of my own hand stroking filled the quiet room.

"Faster," he ordered in my head. "Don’t stop until I say. You belong to , even when I’m not touching you. My voice owns you. Stroke, baby. Stroke like I’m fucking you."

"Ahhh..." I moaned softly, hips jerking up into my fist. "Evric..."

"That’s it. Say my na. Louder. Let hear how good my voice makes you feel."

"Evric... Evric..." I gasped, stroking harder, the wet sound of skin against skin growing louder, slick with my own arousal.

Shhk... shhk... shhk...

His voice wrapped around tighter, hotter.

"Imagine on top of you, baby. Imagine my hand on your cock, guiding every stroke. You’re not touching yourself, you’re stroking with . My hand. My cock. My voice."

"Ahhh—ahhh... I can’t—" I moaned, my body twisting in the sheets, sweat running down my temple.

"You can," he growled in my head. "You’ll cum loudly for . You’ll cum to my voice. Beg for it, Zayn. Beg to let you."

Tears stung my eyes, my voice breaking. "Please... please, Evric, let ... I’m gonna cum, I’ll do anything, just let cum... ahhh"

The sound of my strokes grew frantic, desperate.

Shhk-shhk-shhk-shhk!

"Cum dirty, baby," his voice whispered, thick with lust. "Now. Let it go. Cum to my voice. My command."

A raw cry ripped from my throat as my body convulsed, release spilling hot over my stomach, pulse after pulse tearing through . My hand slowed but his voice didn’t fade.

"Good boy..." he whispered, dark satisfaction dripping from every word. "Even in your sleep, even when you think you’re free, you’re still mine. My voice owns you, Zayn. Don’t ever forget it."

I thought it was a dream. The sound of his voice, the way my hand moved without my control, the way I begged and ca, it all felt like sothing that only happened in my sleep. My body was heavy, my chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

When I opened my eyes, Evric was not asleep. He was watching , staring so deeply that it felt like he was looking straight into my soul. His gaze pinned down harder than any chains ever could.

I shifted, confused, my body sticky, my skin hot. When I looked down, I froze. I was bare. My chest, my stomach, my thighs... everywhere was sared with the evidence of what I had done under his voice.

No... was that... all real?

My throat was dry as I whispered, "Evric..."

He didn’t blink. His lips curved, slow and deliberate, and his voice slid into like silk and fire at once.

"Yes, baby," he said, his tone heavy, intoxicating. "This is just the beginning."